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“You wantmy cum in your tight, virgin pussy?” he asks, slamming into me again.

“Yes!”I cry out, teetering on the cusp of an explosive orgasm.

“Yes, what?”he asks, holding back long enough to force me to say what he wants.

“I want your cum, Bryce,”I cry out, desperate to feel him twitching inside me as he bursts and fills me with his load.

As soon ashe hears it, he thrusts several times, completely stuffing me with his throbbing cock while filling me with his cum. I scream, my entire body spasming and twitching below him while he continues thrusting in and out of my pussy.

When we're done,Bryce lies back on the couch and pulls me over to lie on top of him. Both of us are panting heavily and trying to catch our breath. I've never felt so incredible in my entire life. Every cell in my body is alive and begging for more.

I realizeI lied to him about being on birth control. I feel bad about it, and I almost want to tell him the truth right here and now so we can deal with the situation. But I don't want to ruin the moment. I don't know how he’ll react, and honestly I'm kind of afraid.

If I can lieabout something like this, what else can I lie about?

I look down at him,feeling like I'm a completely different person than I was before. Yesterday, I was just a girl begging at the bank for a loan to save her business. Now, I don't entirely know who I am. But I do know there's no going back.

CHAPTER 7

Even with the much-needed distraction from Bryce, as the sun sets and Eli and Koda aren't back, I'm more nervous than I ever thought I'd be. Bryce is sitting on the couch in the living room next to me, flipping through the TV channels to look for something for both of us to watch. He ends up landing on some cop show, and I sit next to him and try to watch it.

What could be taking them so long? They were just going to town to get a few supplies.

The front door opens with one loud bang, and I jolt from my seat. Eli and Koda are standing with paper bags in their arms as they walk into the room. Maybe it's my complete and utter lack of muscle tone, but seeing how they each lift several heavy bags with ease is weirdly a turn-on.

“What took the two of you so long?” Bryce asks, not bothering to get up to help them with the bags. The two of us remain seated on the couch, and I try to make it look like I wasn't worrying about them.

I'm in a weird situation with the three of them right now, to say the least. I'm not supposed to be here, and it's been made very clear that I'm not here long-term. On top of that, I have fullyslept with Bryce and fooled around with Eli. I don't know how either of them will feel about that when they find out the truth.

I at least think that I can hide it for a while. Well, maybe I did before Eli and Koda walked in and stared Bryce and me down. I can see in their eyes they're suspicious, and I don't know how.

“You got to be fucking kidding me?” Koda whispers under his breath, dropping a bag on the ground as he glares at me. “Is that why you were so insistent about bringing her here? You just wanted to fuck her?”

My face turns hot, and I look between Bryce and Koda quickly, waiting for Bryce to say something about it. I don't know if I want him to deny that we slept together or deny that that's why he brought me here. All I know is that I would rather be anywhere else on earth.

“What are you talking about?” I say with a forced laugh as Eli stares at me with raised eyebrows.

“I can see it on your face,” Koda says, his eyes grazing my entire body as he looks me up and down. “What did you two do? Did you let him fuck you, or did you just suck his cock too?”

I'm at a complete loss for words. I look between Eli and Bryce, desperate for some kind of explanation as to how Koda knows about all of this now. They both know he doesn't like me, so I don't understand why they would tell him. Then again, I am the odd man out here. They’ve been best friends for God only knows how long. How can I expect them to take my side?

“I don't see how that's any of your business,” I finally say, crossing my arms and glaring at Koda. He steps forward and looks down at me, his eyes smoldering with frustration behind them. The longer I stare into his black eyes, the more I swear I can see something else behind them. Something soft, betraying everything I know about his cold exterior. I know that he doesn't want me to see it either.

“Bringing you here was a mistake, and you're nothing but a liability.” He stands up straight and picks up the bag he dropped on the ground. He turns to walk toward the kitchen to unpack everything, stopping just before he reaches the table to set the bag down. “By the way, you'll be joining me in bed tonight. These two can't seem to think with anything but their dicks, and I can't trust them.”

I turn to Bryce to see a mildly annoyed look on his face, but he doesn't protest. A part of me was looking forward to going to bed with Bryce tonight after what we just did. I thought that maybe we could go for another round, but now I'll be trying to avoid Koda at all costs.

“We've already been over this.There is nowhere for me to escape to. I'm not going to try to run,” I argue, turning around and looking at Koda while he unpacks some bags. “I can just sleep right here on the couch. Put a motion sensor or something on me if you have to. I'm not going anywhere.”

“Nonnegotiable,” Koda says, smirking at me before letting the fake smile fall.

A couple of hours pass, and I'm too preoccupied thinking about my upcoming night with Koda to focus on anything else. The three of them all chat, reminiscing about times they've spent together while I stare blankly at the TV screen. I don't even realize that much time has passed when Koda nudges me on the arm and gestures for me to stand and follow him.

I stay seated for a moment with my arms crossed in front of me. I stare up at him with a pleading look in my eyes, silently begging for one last opportunity to prove to him that he can trust me. He shakes his head, the stoic look on his face never once cracking.

“Would you hurry up? I really don't want to stand here all night.” He reaches down and grabs my arm, pulling me out of the seat to drag me down the hall.

I reluctantly follow, knowing that tonight will be unbearable. What is he going to say to berate me now? Last time I checked, I didn't willingly get in the car with the three of them. There was a gun pointed at my head, and I was being taken hostage. I don't know why the hell he seems to blame me for the situation, but his blame is very misplaced.

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