Page 25 of Pin-up Girl

She flopped back, scrubbing her hands down her face, grunting her frustration. “This is insanity. You know that? Why am I the one you want to pop your gangbang cherry with? There’s plenty of free pussy that would beg for the opportunity.”

Hell, she had no idea how appealing she was. Not many girls were like her, all fire and thorns, wrapped up in an hourglass package. I pulled her hands away from her face, helping her to a sitting position. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them like she was afraid they would disappear.

“Because you are the first girl we’ve all been attracted to. Believe it or not, our types are pretty different.” I kicked my own shoes off to sit fully on the bed.

Jules pulled his phone out, then furiously typed something out before handing it to Elise.

She read the words, then raised cautious eyes to Jules. When her words came next, they were different, shy. “I like you. Even though I don’t know you.”

She handed the phone to me, as if sensing my abundant curiosity. I thought Jules would object, but he kept his attention locked on Elise.

You stood up for me against my frat brothers. That means something to me. I don’t see you as a faceless fuck, and I never will. We can’t be your boyfriends, but we can be friends…I can offer you friendship. Say yes.

Emmett took the phone next, but she had already softened up considerably. Damn, all we needed was for Jules to do the asking. Whenever she was next to Jules, her whole demeanor changed as if she had a soft spot for him.

I tucked two fingers under her chin, gently tipping her face back to me. “If you say yes, ask us anything you want, and if we can answer, we will. You’ll get to know us, we’ll get to know you. Until we let you go, you’re ours.”

The struggle was written all over her face, betraying how much she wanted this. Pin-up might put up a good fight, but if this wasn’t so alluring to her, she would have said no without blinking an eye. But the chemistry between us was too explosive to ignore.

“I don’t share. Ever. I realize that’s a horrible double-standard, but you guys are coming to me as a package deal.” She grimaced, and I laughed.

Emmett whooped, jumping on the bed beside her. “Listen, babe. This is something else you’ll get from us. Days, weeks, however long this lasts, I won’t fuck anyone else. What do you say, Milo? Jules?” He looked to us with a triumphant smile.

“Agreed,” I said as Jules gave Elise one definitive nod.

Shaking her head, probably seriously rethinking her life decisions, she said the one word we were all dying to hear. “Fine.”

Okay, that wasn’t exactly the word we wanted, but it wasn’t a no, and that was good enough for us.

“But nothing tonight. Let’s give it a few days. I seriously can’t sex up men I hardly know. Let me get to know you, and you can ask me questions if you want.” She said that like she didn’t really expect us to want to know her.

A smile teased my lips, because she was going to be surprised. If it helped our cause, we’d learn everything about her in the span of forty-eight hours.

“That’s reasonable, but I have one request.” I tangled my fingers with hers, enjoying the contact.

She tilted her head to the side and cut her gaze at me. “And that would be?”

Emmett and I laughed, while Jules smiled. She was suspicious as fuck, and I didn’t blame her, but I wasn’t going to ask her for anything too extreme.

“A kiss, for each of us, then we’ll settle down and watch a movie or something.” I crawled closer to her, framing her lap with my arms.

She darted out a tongue, licking her lips in silent invitation. The sweet, sultry look on her face was enough to do me in, but I held it together by a fucking thread. I tilted her face up to meet mine. Her eyes fluttered shut, hiding that beautiful cyan blue. I let my breath fan over her lips, and when her breathing turned ragged from the buildup, I touched my mouth to hers. Slow at first, I let my lips glide over hers before opening my mouth and pushing my tongue against hers. It was a glorious give and take, sending chills down my spine.

I kid you fucking not, tingles spread down the center of my back. How long had it been since I’d felt tingles while kissing a girl? Sixth, maybe seventh grade?

I pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth as I backed away. As soon as I released her, Jules moved in, one hand cupping her jaw and the other, the back of her head. There was no easing her into his kiss, he owned her from second one. The tingles turned into a raging fire racing straight to my cock as I watched Jules master her in a way I had never seen him do before. She melted into his touch, grabbing onto his wrists like she needed to hold him to her.

When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to hers, squeezing his eyes tight. She never let go of his wrists, even as she calmed down, not until he stepped away from the bed. He backed up almost to the wall, like he couldn’t physically be any closer without ravaging her.

“My turn,” Emmett murmured as he pressed Elise to her back on the bed. The mattress sunk in from their combined weight, even though Emmett wasn’t lying on top of her. He shifted so his knees straddled her thighs and his elbows framed her head. He always had to block my way, but there was not a chance in hell I was going to miss this. I fell onto my side next to them, bracing my head on a hand.

They both bounced, and Emmett growled, “Way to kill the mood.”

Elise wasn’t looking at me though, or him. Her eyes were closed, her breathing ragged. She arched her back just barely as she fisted her hands in the blankets.

Emmett pushed his knees further down the bed, almost touching her chest to chest. A beautiful pink flush lit her cheeks. He dipped his head, but instead of kissing her, he ran his nose the length of hers, dropping his face to nuzzle her neck.

A soft groan escaped him. “God, you smell so fucking good. I love the way you smell, like cherries and sin. So fucking sweet.”

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