Page 24 of Pin-up Girl

“Fuck, okay. We’re going to pretend this whole conversation didn’t happen.” She picked up her chopsticks and mixed the food up on her plate. Emmett still had his hand on her back, and he must have counted that as a win because he smiled so wide, it nearly split his face.

“Thank you so much. Anything else before I leave?” The chef smiled nervously, wiping up the last of the water with his dishcloth.

“That’s it, thank you. It’s very delicious.” Elise smiled at him, then resumed eating.

That was how our dinner had gone. Even with the one awkward moment, it was fun, then we went back to regular conversation.

Now we were walking up the steps of the Shack, and I had to prepare myself to enter. Loud music rattled the windows, and random shouts carried through the walls. Tomorrow was one step closer to telling all these bastards to fuck off. Should I start leaking information to Elise tonight, or wait until tomorrow, springing it on her right before we arrive?

Emmett opened the door, holding it for the rest of us to pass through. “Which room are you staying in tonight?”

She turned backward as she headed toward the stairs. “Well, the deal was whoever caught the most shrimp would be the winner. Since everyone caught their shrimp, it’s a slumber party.”

Emmett, Jules and I exchanged glances, dirty grins spreading over our faces. We turned back to Elise, and as our grins widened, hers died.

“Wait a minute. I think your mind is going somewhere it definitely shouldn’t be going.” She got no response other than our silent approach. “Fuck this!” she yelled as she turned around and ran up the stairs. She bypassed both Emmett’s and Jules’ rooms, heading straight for the stairs to my floor. Perfect. My place was bigger.

At the top of the stairs, she tried to shut the door in our faces.

Shoving into the room, I grabbed her around the waist while Jules locked us in. She shrieked and kicked out at my knees.

“Fuck!” I shouted, and tossed her on the bed. “There’s no need for any of that now.”

White blonde hair fell in her face, blocking her left eye and sticking to her mouth. There were no horny vibes coming off of her at all. In fact, she looked downright murderous as her chest rose and fell in quick succession. The three of us crowded around the bed, boxing her in.

I studied her as she studied me. She only had eyes for me, and God, that was such a rush. If there was even a little bit of fear in her eyes, this would all go very differently, but there wasn’t. What there was, was a tendril of want in her staring back at me.

Was it for me, Emmett, or Jules?

“What the fuck is this?” Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she sent mutinous glares at each of us.

Jules reached out, snagging an ankle, and slowly pulling her boot from her foot. She gasped, now frozen as she watched him get rid of one shoe, before sliding her sock off with a long finger pressing into her arch as he went.

She moaned, falling back onto her elbows, her brows furrowing in pleasure.

My heart kicked into overdrive just imagining all the fun we were about to have.

Emmett did the same to her other foot, even down to massaging her arch. Elise was putty on the bed, boneless and satisfied from a simple foot rub.

I bent over, straightening her legs and pinning them down by her ankles. Not too much pressure, but enough to direct her attention back to me, if only for the moment.

“We want you, Elise. We’ve wanted you since we noticed you in Freddie’s, shortly before we had the good luck to have you stumble into our laps. What we said earlier is true. We will let you go once we’re satisfied you won’t talk, and we will protect you even after we’re nothing but phantom memories. But you can’t deny the heat between us. Let us give you this.” I moved my thumbs in circular motions on her calf. Her silky skin was so smooth, I wanted to peel every single article of clothing away to see if she was just as soft all over.

The sleepy haze lifted just a fraction. “I don’t want to be your whore. For people to think it is one thing. But to actually be it…” She trailed off, fisting one hand at her stomach and the other in the comforter.

Emmett scowled, bracing himself on the bed with his knuckles, bringing his face within inches of hers. “That’s fucking ridiculous. You aren’t that to us. The whores are the ones whose names’ we don’t know, that will never cross our minds after a brief orgasm. I don’t know you, hardly at all, but you aren’t like the other girls. And what I do know, I like. We won’t let anyone hurt you, with wordsorwith fists. After you’re done with us, you still get that from Milo, Jules, andme. And you should know, you’re the first one to get the three ofus.”

Elise pushed at Emmett’s chest, but he only moved when it was clear it was his choice. She curled her top lip, pulling her legs from my hold. I let her go, and she scooted a few inches backward.

“Is that supposed to make me feel special? I’ll be the first you gang bang, but one of many?” Her voice was raspy, holding a note of something I almost thought was vulnerability. But our little Pin-up was too tough for that, too badass to show weakness to anyone.

Putting my knees to the bed, I kneeled on the end, placing her in my shadow. “This isn’t a marriage proposal. We aren’t making any promises we intend to break, and we are laying it out like it is. We want you. I know you want us, I see it and feel it every time you let one of us close. Why deny yourself the pleasure we want to give you? You can’t honestly say you haven’t thought about sleeping with one, if not all of us.” I raised one eyebrow, daring her to deny it.

“God! You fucking bitch ass, dickheads.Fuck. Fine, you want to know the truth? Yes. In the last twenty-four hours, I’ve had quite a few raunchy thoughts about you guys. Can you blame me? You all are hot and cocky, and you know it. It makes me want you more, and hate you all at the same time.” She glanced away, locking her gaze on some random item on my desk. Her voice softened with her next words. “But I’m not a girl that sleeps around. I’m no virgin, far from it, but I can’t just jump into bed with you guys. I need more than that.”

She neededmore than that. What the hell did that mean? She wanted roses and flowers, or dinners and handholding? She did not come across as that type of girl at all. She was feisty, and prickly with a razor-sharp tongue. Emmett asked the million-dollar question as I examined every possible way to get around thismoreshe needed.

“What do you need for this to happen? I hate to break this to you, Pin-up, but we aren’t going to take no for an answer. Oh, we won’t force you, we won’t have to. The three of us, we’ll seduce you, and at some point, you’re going to give in. But we aren’t complete assholes. What do you need to make you happy? As long as it’s not girlfriend status, we’re willing to negotiate.”

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