Page 73 of Bleed for Me

Archer put a possessive hand on my bare thigh. That didn’t surprise me. What surprised me was when Seven did the same to my other.

Alex shot a nervous glance at both of them before settling his gaze on me again. “Everything is fine,” he gritted out in annoyance.

“Didn’t sound that way to me.” Seven smirked. “But it’s all good. Just run back to your little slut. I’ve been taking real good care of your girl here.” He leaned toward me, his breath brushing against the side of my neck. “Isn’t that right, Rosalie?” His hand slid up my thigh and as much as I was still pissed at him, I’d let him do this. To show Alex that he was a piece of shit and that I wasn’t incapable of deceit either.

“What is he talking about, Rosie?” Alex growled, like he had a right to be jealous. Fuck him.

I parted my legs, allowing Seven’s hand to slip beneath my skirt. His fingertips brushed over my panties before he slid them through the bottom, rubbing them against my slit.

Archer glanced over at us, a smirk of his own curling the corners of his mouth. “Yeah,Rosie. What is he talking about?”

I bit down on my lip as Seven sank a finger inside me, my walls clamping down on it. He groaned, burying his face in my hair. I cast a weary glance around the room, making sure no one could see what was happening. Satisfied that no one was looking, I widened my legs, my left one brushing against Archer’s. His hand wrapped around my thigh, and he tugged it wider, holding it against him in a firm grip while Seven pumped his finger in and out of me. I was still sore from having sex with him, but it still felt good. Even better now that I knew what a piece of shit Alex was.

“She’s so tight,” Seven whispered, moving his head to look Alex in the eye, a sinister smile stretching across his face.

Alex’s eyes widened as he came to the realization of what was happening. “A-are you touching her right now?” he demanded.

“Why don’t you look for yourself?” Archer suggested.

With shaky movements, Alex did just that. He looked beneath the table, his face growing red as he watched Seven finger me from a couple feet away.

My breath caught when he slid a second finger inside, my heart pounding furiously against my chest. I’d never been reckless, never been the type to make a move on a guy with the exception of Alex, and I’d definitely never allowed a guy to touch me in public. Never even thought about it, if I was being honest, but there was something so erotic about this. This wouldn’t change anything; I knew that, but watching Alex squirm and get a taste of his own medicine was so worth it.

I dropped my hand beneath the table, planting it on Seven’s leg while I stared directly into Alex’s eye. I made sure my movements were obvious to him, but not obvious enough for anyone to see what was happening if they glanced this way. I moved my hand across his leg until I reached the bulge in his pants and then I rubbed him through his jeans, making him release a breathy groan.

“You really should have fucked her when you had the chance,” Archer pointed out, keeping his voice low. “She’s ours now.”

Ours.

That one word did something to me that nothing could compare to. My breaths came out short and fast while I continued to rub Seven and he continued to move his fingers in and out of me.

“She’s so goddamn wet.” Seven breathed with hooded eyes, unable to hide his own arousal.

Alex shot him a scathing glare. “Get your hands off her.”

“But she likes it,” Archer replied with a grin.

With Seven sitting this close to me, I could now see a bruise decorating his jaw from where I’d hit him. That turned me on more. Maybe I truly was crazy. A gasp slipped past my defenses when he turned his hand, using his thumb to rub against my clit. My grip on his dick tightened, his breaths coming out heavy and fast within my ear.

Archer reached across my lap, moving Seven’s hand so only one finger was left inside me. Confusion settled into my chest, but that was short lived when Archer sank a finger of his own in me, my body jerking from the size difference of their fingers.

I didn’t know why they’d chosen to come to my rescue. Maybe it was a ploy to claim me against someone they thought was my boyfriend. Alex stopped being my boyfriend as soon as Ava showed me that video, though. Under any other circumstance, I wouldn’t sit here and allow these two guys to touch me in such an intimate way—especially out in public, and especially after what Seven said to me the other day. I still hated him, but right now, I was using him as he had used me.

Seeing the anger, shock, and despair all over Alex’s face was worth it, though. “So, what?” he snapped. “You’re their whore now?”

His words shouldn’t affect me. But they did, and maybe he was right. In less than two months, I lost my virginity and let another guy grope me. It felt weird having guys want me like this. Everyone was friends with Alex at Northbrook. Guys would check me out a lot but would never approach me out of respect for him. It wasn’t that I wanted other guys’ attention, but it would be nice to know that I was attractive at the very least. I thought I looked decent, but that didn’t mean much. Didn’t everyone think that about themselves?

Ava, though…

She was breathtaking. I couldn’t blame him for wanting her. I just wish he would have been honest about cheating on me or had more self-control to break up with me first.

“You’re one to talk,” I said dryly, trying to hide how much his words bothered me.

Alex had always been classy. But after seeing that video, hearing him degrade that girl while he fucked her ruthlessly, and now how he sat here accusing me of being a whore because I’d found someone else to be attracted to, it opened my eyes. It turned out that I didn’t know him at all, just the version he wanted me to see.

Like in those books where the man showered his wife with affection, gifts, and money. Only then to fuck his mistress behind her back and would show that mistress a different side to him—one that wasn’t tied down with all the pressures of providing and parenting. The mistress would one day want to be the wife, but the man would never allow it. She was his dirty little secret. On the off chance that he did leave his wife for her, the cycle would eventually repeat itself.

Archer’s voice cut through my thoughts like butter, forcing me back to the present with a current of electricity sparking deep inside of me. “She’s tight,” he grunted, wiggling his finger against Seven’s as they both moved inside of me in unison.

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