Page 68 of Pin-up Girl

Then he sat up, pushed his slacks down his hips and freed his cock. With a grimace, he fell back over me, sliding the head through my slickness. “Is this what you want?” He didn’t wait for an answer and plowed right into me. I screamed from the sharp bite of pleasure and pain as I stretched around him.

A fine sheen of sweat covered my skin as he started thrusting into me with deep, violent strokes. It took a few times for the burn to leave only pleasure behind. He sat up, jerked his shirt off, and came back down so that every part of our bodies were connected. Our gazes locked, and it was mesmerizing to watch every minute detail in his expression.

Was he as enthralled with me as I was with him?

“You’re going to be our downfall, Elise. I can feel it,” Milo grunted over the sounds of our skin slapping together. At his words, my fingernails drew more marks down the hard muscles of his back.

I was so close. He moaned as my pussy uncontrollably fluttered around him.

My voice was guttural, almost unrecognizable. “No, Milo. You, and Emmett, and Jules, you’re going to destroy me.” That was it, white hot pleasure blinded me as I tossed my head back and yelled out his name. His rhythm faltered, and soon he slid his arms under me and squeezed me to him as he whimpered his release into my neck.

Reality slowly trickled in, the sound of our breathing loud in the quiet of his room. There was a new awareness slithering through my mind, poisoning my thoughts. What if he really did see me like every other whore who’d jumped on his cock?

It would be just my luck to really love these guys, when they were using me to piss people off.

No, my conversation with Jules the night before flitted before my eyes. What Jules and I shared was real. I only needed to see where I stood with Milo and Emmett.

“Was it so bad face to face?” I panted as I stupidly let my fingers comb through Milo’s hair. He’d shifted down so his head was pillowed on my chest, his arms still caught beneath me.

At first, I thought he hadn’t heard me, then his one-word answer floated straight through the room and stabbed me in the heart.

“Worse.”

But he didn’t let me go, merely cuddled closer, and before long, his weight relaxed into me and his breathing evened out. The bastard fell asleep. And somehow, I joined him, in a tangle of sweaty limbs and broken hearts.

Chapter Nineteen

Somehow, the rest of yesterday passed in a blur. We woke up from our nap, and instead of everything being magically fixed—not that I thought it would after his lovely declaration—we just kind of danced around each other. I told them I wanted to go back to my apartment for dinner, and the three of them agreed that was okay.

So I went back. Not to stay the night, because I doubted that would have gone over well when I was still technically a threat, but to breathe.

Cass wasn’t there. Not surprising, considering she was always willing to fuck something up. Out of the two of us, she was definitely the one most likely to get arrested. It also gave me time to go through my closet.

As I left the guys, Emmett gave me a pat on the ass, and said, “Don’t forget a costume. Derek’s parties are always costume parties.”

Where Emmett had endeared me with his player ways before, now I wanted to punch him in the face. But whatever, I could find something, and I had just the idea.

When I did go back to the Shack, I ended up staying in Jules’ room for the night. He seemed like the safest option. While he didn’t force me to the pull out bed, we didn’t exactly cuddle either. With him, our relationship didn’t seem broken, just strained, like we didn’t know how to come back together.

Now, it was late in the evening, and after attending my classes with an escort like always, I was getting ready in Milo’s bathroom. His was the largest, and I had more counter space to work with for my make-up and hair stuff.

Loud knocks came at the door, and I turned my music down to answer it. Milo stood there in a black tux and a whitePhantom of the Operamask that covered half his face, only his striking blue eyes and kissable lips were on display. With his hair combed back away from his face, he seemed mysterious and untouchable. He blinked like he was surprised at my choice of costumes. He shouldn’t have been. It was really the only obvious choice.

“A pin-up girl?”

“What else would you like me to dress up as? A hooker? A spy? Anyway, there weren’t a ton of options on such short notice.” Not that any of us wanted to go anyway. They hated Derek, maybe more than the other brothers.

I actually loved the way I looked.

Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I admired the black and white striped halter dress that hugged all my curves and stopped mid-thigh with a blood red, wide belt to accentuate my hourglass figure. A matching pair of red, peep toe heels completed my outfit, but I’d gone the extra mile to stack some curls in my hair like an actual pin-up girl. It had been a while since I felt this sexy, and I was going to savor it. Fuck what the guys thought.

Milo nodded and backed away from the door. “Let’s go. We’re already more than fashionably late.”

I followed him through his room and down the stairs. We stopped in front of Jules’ and Emmett’s doors, ready to collect them. Milo gave a sharp knock to each one, then we waited.

“Elise…I—” Milo started to say, when Jules stepped out. He shut up, apparently not wanting an audience for whatever he was about to say.

I let my gaze wander over Jules, who was a sophisticated version of a wolf. That was the only way I could describe him in his black suit and gray metallic wolf mask covering the top half of his face. He was bigger than Emmett or Milo, both in height and width, and dressed like this, he was standing on the blade’s edge of sexy as sin and intimidating as hell.

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