Page 33 of Destroying Everleigh

I blew out a breath. “Boy code is weird,” I retorted. “Jameson doesn’t seem to mind.”

Ashton barked a laugh. “That’s because Jamesondoeswant to fuck you and doesn’t care who knows it.”

My back snapped straight, my limbs freezing in place as a cold bucket of ice filled my veins. I remembered sitting on the couch with Jamie at my house, his hand working along my hip as we watched that scene…

And then Ashton’s text, and Jameson’s words about sharing me between them. My heart started racing at the memory. That was a year ago, but it still lived in my head rent-free.

“It’s weird that it doesn’t bother you,” I retorted. “Most guys would be pissed.”

“I’m not most guys.” He slapped my ass, forcing a yelp to tumble from my lips. “Now get dressed before he gets here. He was on the way like ten minutes ago.”

Shit.

I threw the comforter off my body and scrambled from the comfort of Ashton’s massive bed. My clothes were scattered around the room and it took me longer than it should have to locate them all. I’d just slipped on my panties when the bedroom door creaked open.

A gasp got lodged in my throat, fear snaking through my body as I turned to glance in that direction. Kash was standing inthe doorway, his eyes blown wide, and his skin paler than mine. “Fuck. Sorry.” My hands moved to my breasts to hide them from view, but it didn’t matter. He’d already seen them.

Ashton was getting a kick out of it though, laughing from where he still rested naked on the bed. “It’s fine,” he said dismissively. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, right?”

I shot a quizzical look at my boyfriend. Had he planned this? He did say that Kash had told him he was on the way ten minutes ago, and they don’t live far apart.

“Right…” Kash trailed off, glancing between me and Ashton with uncertainty.

“Just close the door. My parents don’t need to see her tits.”

He swallowed thickly, pulling the door shut behind him before leaning against it with jerky movements. He was extremely uncomfortable with this.

“I can finish getting dressed in the bathroom.” My hands were tight around my breasts, the skin surrounding them turning white from lack of blood flow.

Ashton shot Kash a look, raising his eyebrow as if to silently ask him if that’s what he wanted. What about what I wanted? This was awkward as fuck. My body was vibrating with nerves and anticipation as I awaited Kash’s response.

Finally, he blew out a breath and shrugged like it made no difference to him. After this, Kash would never want to be alone with me again.

“Then there you have it.” Ashton smirked, shifting under the blanket to presumably put his boxers back on. Once he was finished, he climbed off the mattress and moved to stand behind me. “Now drop your hands. Let him see those perky little tits.”

I shuddered against him. “I don’t think his girlfriend would like that,” I pointed out.

Kash’s eyes snapped to Ashton’s behind me. But his expression was unreadable as he awaited my boyfriend’s response.

“If he cared about that, he would have had you change in the bathroom.”

I had no loyalty to Crystal, but it still felt wrong. However, this was Ashton’s house and Kash’s decision. So, I dropped my arms to my sides, trembling against Ashton’s chest, like he’d somehow save me from this form of humiliation. It made me feel raw, vulnerable even.

Ashton took my hands and wound them behind my back, forcing me to arch into him from the awkward extension of my limbs.

I avoided Kash’s gaze, focusing on the floor instead while they had some sort of silent conversation with their eyes. When Kash let out a sigh, I glanced up again, and he was walking toward me.

My back straightened, concern gripping me in its clutches. The uncertainty that had been on his face moments prior had morphed into determination. His blue eyes seared through my brown ones, but before I could even process what was happening, or what he was even thinking for that matter, he was running his fingertips across my hardened nipple. I clamped my jaw down to prevent the shocked gasp from expelling from my lips. His eyelids were hooded, the same way Jameson’s were when he looked at me sometimes—the way Ashton’s were when he fucked me.

I’d already told Ashton that I had no intention of sleeping with his friends, but maybe I should have been more specific.

Kash dropped his gaze to the bruised handprints coating my hips from where Ash had driven into me ruthlessly earlier. A small curl of his lips told me he knew that’s exactly what had happened. And he seemed to like that.

Dropping his head, he captured my breast with his mouth, rolling his tongue over my nipple. This time, a gasp did fall from my mouth, my body going rigid.

“Still don’t want to fuck my friends?” Ashton asked, amusement lacing his words like he was trying to convince me to do just that.

I whimpered as Kash grabbed me by my waist to hold me steady, his tongue swirling around. Heat shot through my veins, making my pussy flutter with desire despite being sated moments ago.

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