Page 35 of Destroying Everleigh

He snorted at my reaction. “I’m kidding. We can do whatever you want to.”

“Stop being a pervert.”

“I think we’re past that.” He smirked, swinging his gaze to mine. “Ash has just made it abundantly clear that you’re free game to me and Jameson.”

I scoffed. “It wasn’t clear enough for you when he offered to share me?”

When we reached the front door, he pulled it open, motioning for me to go first. “Thought it was a fucked-up test or something. Jameson would have failed, by the way.” He shot me a wink, pulling the door shut behind him.

My face heated, the conversation becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I didn’t want to think about any of this. It had been easy enough to pretend that Jameson wanted nothing to do with me in that way. But I knew it didn’t mean anything to any of them. Not even to Ashton. It was just some weird spicy kink.

“Well, then you are both shit out of luck,” I remarked. “I don’t do casual.”

“Why not?” he asked, leaning against the hood. “Still in that fairytale stage?”

My eyes narrowed. “Fuck you.”

“I’m trying.”

I groaned, rounding his vehicle and flinging the passenger door open. I scrambled inside, slamming it shut behind me. He laughed, coming to join me in the truck seconds later. I stared out the window, refusing to talk to him anymore than I had to. Now I understood precisely why he never wanted to hangout alone with me. He was a natural flirt.

I had no idea where we were going but was too stubborn to ask. My mind kept drifting to what happened in Ashton’s room, and I wondered what it would have been like had I caved in.

My phone vibrated in my lap as we pulled out of the driveway, my gaze darting up to Ashton’s window instinctively. He was standing there, his phone between his hands, his eyes on us as we jerked onto the street.

Swallowing thickly, I glanced down at my cell.

Ashton

If you don’t want to fuck him, at least suck his dick. You got the poor guy all worked up.

Oh God.

Nope. So not doing that.

They were getting off on making me squirm. I wouldn’t feed into it any longer. The only dick I had any interest in was my boyfriend’s. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

When I didn’t reply, Kash’s phone dinged from his pocket. He tugged it free effortlessly, bringing it to his face even though he should have been focused on driving. A snort of amusement slipped past his lips, and he shook his head before passing it to me.

Hesitantly, I glanced down at it.

Ash

Try getting her to suck your dick. Send pics—preferably vids.

I had to admit. He was persistent. He knew what he wanted, and he was trying everything in his arsenal to make it happen. I couldn’t even lie and say I wasn’t tempted. Anything to get him to shut up over it. But I knew it wouldn’t end there. If I sucked Kash off, Ashton would push for more eventually until I’d finally fucked both of his friends.

I bet he laughed his ass off while texting that, too. He knew I wouldn’t be swayed so easily.

Rolling my eyes, I was about to hit the power button when another text popped up.

C Baby

{photo}

Kash glanced over at me. “Who’s that?”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Not sure.” I clicked on the notification, spluttering at what revealed itself on the screen.

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