Page 38 of Pin-up Girl

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She laughed nervously, snaking one hand to cover her chest up.

He shook his head, leaning forward to catch it. “What did I tell you? This is all ours while you’re with us. None of this.”

Her nose scrunched up as her eyes narrowed. “Fucking forgive me. I was getting chilled waiting for you to make up your damn mind on your participation.”

“Oh, I’m participating. I’m also savoring this. Once we bust through the seal, you won’t keep us away. We’ll have you anyway we want you.” He lunged.

She yelped as he tackled her to her back across the bottom of the bed, the perfect position for us to watch.

“You had the down and dirty with Milo and Jules. I’m feeling like giving you the boyfriend experience.” He sat up and reached for a condom in the top drawer. She watched with greedy eyes while he rolled it on.

Once it was on, he caught her hands, palm to palm, stretching them out over her head. His entire body lay flush against hers while he rocked against her in smooth, rolling waves. He nuzzled her face, dropping kisses on her cheeks, eyes, chin, then moved down her neck.

“Next time, I’ll eat you first. Get you good and ready to take care of us. I can see in your eyes, you don’t need any of that now. Just know, I’ll give you what you need. You be faithful to me, Milo, and Jules, we’ll always take care of what you need.”

His knees spread to lower the position of his hips, then he sunk inside her. Her breathy sighs and moans were so easy to hear now, and her face—God, her face. She turned her head toward us while Emmett sucked and kissed on her neck, his body not only taking hers, but owning it with his weight, his touch. There wasn’t a part of her that was free to move on her own, except her legs, which locked his hips to hers.

Curious how Jules was taking it all in, I glanced his way. It was like I wasn’t even here, his hands rubbing up and down his thighs as he watched Emmett make sweet love to Elise.

Speeding up with each push inside her, his hips started to slap against hers, the tempo building into a violent staccato. He stretched her arms even higher above her and grunted while she fell apart into another pool of ecstasy.

They lay there, completely joined while they caught their breaths. Emmett released her hands, and they immediately slipped around his back, as if to hold him to her. But what she hadn’t realized, was that he wasn’t going anywhere.

She nuzzled the side of his face and sighed. “That was the best sex ever. And it hit the spot so hard, I won’t need this again for at least a month.”

I chuckled as Emmett grunted. “I don’t think you’ll be able to hold out for that long.”

Chapter Eleven

Emmett

Now this was the way to wake up in the morning.

Elise was all snuggled up to me, her ass right in the crook of my lap. Jules was a littletoo closeto spooning me, but I was too sated and sleepy to care. I buried my face in the side of her head, and sighed.

The Shack was quiet enough that cars on the street were easy to hear. I must have woken up even earlier than yesterday. It probably was barely six.

Across the room on the desk, Milo’s phone started to ring. The sharp, continuous dinging grated on my nerves, and not one other person in the room even twitched. Bunch of lazy fuckers. Milo’s phone stopped, and my phone began.

I groaned, stretching in place, jostling Jules. He rolled over the other way, giving me the perfect opening to slide out of bed through the foot. Not that I was in any hurry. There was only one person that would call Milo, then immediately call me.

None of us hit the jackpot when it came to parents, but at least Jules and I didn’t get a stalker sociopath for a dad. Nah, my parents were more absent than anything else. They were only so high up in the organization because of who my grandparents were. And Jules…if I hated anyone more than Milo’s dad, it was his parents, just not for the reasons most people would think.

Sliding off the bed, I shuffled to my phone and picked it up off the end table of the sitting area. Fuck. Yeah, it was Milo’s dad. At least he didn’t leave a threatening message, like I had any sway over Milo. He did what he wanted. Always.

The curtains were cracked, allowing in the barest beam of sunlight. Cars were still quietly rumbling up and down the street. An odd feeling urged me toward the window. This particular one faced away from the campus, and the houses on the east side were only one story, so my view covered about three blocks.

What do you fucking know?Milo could be an idiot all he wanted, but Infinity was on to us. I didn’t know what they knew, or thought they knew, but we were fucking meticulous in covering our tracks.

A black Maserati sat on the corner of Jefferson and Blake. The car appeared to be off, parked at the curb like it was a fucking slumber party. We knew every house and the inhabitants in a one-mile radius of the Shack. No fucking body on the east side had a Maserati, nor did they have those kinds of friends.

“Milo.” My throat was scratchy from just waking up. I cleared my throat and said louder, “Milo.”

“What?” His voice was muffled, like he had his head stuffed under a pillow.

“One of the elite cars is on the corner.” Elise had obviously been there yesterday when the bastards nearly ran us over, but I doubt she’d get the significance of these cars.

Within seconds, both Milo and Jules were beside me, all of us buck ass naked. Any other time, I’d have jokes, but not now. My heart was pounding too hard, and my brain was still slow from waking up.

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