Page 18 of Pin-up Girl

“Baby, I’ll just add mine to it.” She winked, snatched the key, and strutted out of the room. How anyone could strut in old, clunky, black combat boots, I would never know. Some secrets were just not meant for me.

After she was gone, I glanced at Jules to see him studying me. Before I could do damage control and better hide my raging erection, Milo walked up.

“Let’s go to my room for a bit.” Without waiting for our agreement, he shoved his hands in his pockets and strolled out like no one else existed. And the funny thing was, to the beloved president, no one else did.

“Are we going to let her go off on her own?” I wasn’t so sure that was smart right now.

Our fearless leader waved his hand. “We can’t be with her every second, no matter how much we don’t trust her. If we’re going to make this work, we have to start somewhere. Anyway, if she doesn’t find us soon, I’ll go get her.”

The door to my room was shut as we walked by, and I’d be lying if I said the three of us didn’t slow down. She had to be playing the brothers like this morning when she said she was going to rub one out. But damn if I didn’t try to listen for noises as I approached my room. To my disappointment, all was quiet.

Jules was the first to sit in Milo’s room, taking the same spot as he had last night. Very uncharacteristic for Milo, he ran his hands through his hair several times before facing us. I perched on the arm of the couch while I waited for him to calm down.

What happened while they were gone? Had she done something to freak him the fuck out? Because it sure as hell seemed like it. If she threatened to call the cops, the others wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of her. I’d do it.

“Okay, you’re really starting to worry me, and you know me. That’s a hell of a feat.” I crossed my feet and linked my hands together.

With one last tug through his hair, he walked over and fell on the couch opposite Jules and me.

“She’s too much. We need to get her word she won’t narc and cut her loose.”

I exchanged glances with Jules. This was out of left field. Way out. Surprisingly, Jules was the one to speak up. Using sign, he said,I think I can safely say, she’s the devil.

Again, shocked.

Milo laughed bitterly. “If it wasn’t for this fucking terrible situation, I’d select and reject. But it’s not that simple.”

Jules nodded sagely and signed,That makes three of us.He glanced at me and rolled his eyes.You can’t deny that you want her just as much as we do.

Busted. “No…I’m not denying that.” Another plan started to come together in my head. Pin-up was clearly going to drive us crazy if we tried to behave ourselves. So why should we? We’d think much clearer over these next few months if we weren’t all sexually frustrated. “I have a plan. Jules already knows some of it, but I’ve added to it.” Milo perked up like I might actually have the answer. “Tomorrow night, when we go see Clownface, we take her with us and have her dirty her hands a bit. Become a nice little accomplice. She won’t narc on us if her reputation and record are on the line. We just need to document it with pictures or some shit, so we know she won’t fuck with us.” I waited for that to sink in. Milo didn’t say a damn thing. He must really want her out of our lives. “If we are all so hot for her, we should have fun until we get rid of her. We’ve never shared a girl before, and we obviously can’t keep this one. Why not enjoy her, then when everything is said and done, let her go with a smile and pat on the ass.”

The immediate objection I expected never came. Instead, the corner of Jules’ mouth curled the barest fucking hint, and Milo tilted his head and furrowed his brow.

These fuckers were actually considering it. Elation and something like excitement rose inside me. We hadn’t ever shared a girl. I had no idea why we hadn’t. It wasn’t like we wanted to keep any of them. Oh, I’d still do my own thing on the side, but something about seeing Jules and Milo bring a girl to orgasm made me horny as fuck. And them watching me? Even better.

But when I envisioned how it would be, it wasn’t a faceless, nameless sorority girl I saw. It was Pin-up. All the more reason to get her out of our system. With any luck, she’d be a horrible lay, clearing up any fantasies as quick as dried cum on a thigh.

“I can’t believe I’m actually considering any of this.” Milo dropped his face in his hands. “Jules, what do you think?”

The world stopped. Milo was asking someone else’s opinion before making the call? He must really be off center. Next to me, Jules rubbed his palms down the thighs of his jeans.

It’s risky. But it might just work. And I’m not opposed to sharing her, as long as you two don’t touch my dick. That would be fucking weird.

“What?” I gasp in mock surprise. “You mean not even if we’re trying to stick two CDs in the same slot?”

Jules glared at me, and Milo chucked a pillow at my head. Laughing, I tossed it back. “All right, all right. No DP. But think of all the fun we can have.”

“Yeah, all the fun.” Milo tried to play it off like he wasn’t as stoked as I was, but the erection filling out the crotch of his pants told the truth for him. “I’ll take care of bringing her in on Clownface tomorrow. But we should start seducing her tonight. We have a better chance of her going along with it if she believes we like her. Who is going to work on her first? She’d run screaming if the three of us cornered her.”

We had only known Pin-up for less than twenty-four hours, but even I knew she wasn’t a skittish creature. She was as sexual as they came, and as comfortable in her own body as I was. “I don’t think that’s true, but I agree, we’ll go at her individually at first. It’s my night tonight, so I’ll make the first move.”

Elise knows what a manwhore you are, Em. She heard you all last night remember? I think it should be Milo.

“Fuck you, too.” I flipped him off. “Fine, then we ease her into our touches today, nothing crazy. A shoulder touch here, a back rub there. The art of seduction is about more than sex. There’s more than one way to make her burn. I say we get her so hot and bothered, she jumpsus.”

The stairs leading up to the top floor creaked, ending the conversation.

“Think that’s our very own Pin-up?” I hopped up to see who was there.

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