Page 32 of Four Fiances & I

Excitement builds inside me as I think of all the ways the guys could take what they want. Christian and Jason share a look, and a smirk appears on Jason's face.

“Yeah, that’s not going to work, Jazzy,” he says, stalking towards me. I go to take a step back, but Sean blocks me. Jason stops at my front and reaches up to wrap my hair around his hand. Tugging it hard, he forces me to look at him as he grins. “We all know you couldn’t go more than a few days without begging for one of us to fuck you.”

“I’m sure I could find a way,” I reply, refusing to back down. “I managed just fine before I moved in here.” I cross my arms over my chest, desperate to appear bolder than I am. Jason looks me up and down whilst grinning.

“You did.” He takes a step forward, so I’m almost completely boxed in by Sean and him. I look to the side where Christian grins, watching the scene unfold. “But that’s because you had no idea how good we could make you feel.” His hand cups my aching pussy, and I know from the way he smiles that he can feel how hot and wet I am. “Now, you can’t even manage a few days without begging for our attention.” He takes hold of the strap of my top between his fingers and slowly lowers it, letting his knuckles gently rub along my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Even when you deny it, we can tell what you need,” he whispers against my neck. “We can read your body like a book.”

“You really think so?” I try to sound confident, but my head instantly leans to the side to give him better access to my neck, showing him how badly I need him.

“Oh, I know so,” he chuckles as his fingers lightly graze against my side, causing my breath to catch. “Do you want to play, Angel?”

“Maybe,” I tease, taking a step closer so there is almost no space between us. “Maybe I want to do things my way.” Before he blinks, I jump from between him and Sean and rush towards the door.

“Oh, it’s on!” I hear Jason shout as I manage to dodge Christian, who has jumped over the back of the sofa. I know the three of them are going to be held up as they all try to get through the door at the same time. I’m laughing out loud as I run around the corner and hit a solid wall. A scream escapes as I almost hit the floor, only to be caught by Maximus.

“What the fuck?”

I try to run past him, but he holds on to me tight as Sean flies around the corner, quickly followed by the others.

“Is it playtime, Shorty?” Maximus asks, grinning down at me.

“No, let me go!” I yell, trying to escape him, but I have no chance.

“Not happening; you know the rules,” he smirks.

“You weren’t playing, it doesn’t count!” I scream as he knocks my legs from underneath me, dropping us both to the floor before straddling my waist.

“Oh, it counts,” Christian grins down as Maximus pins my arms above my head. Christian drops down and takes control of my hands. “Do you want to do the honours of getting her out of these clothes?”

Maximus grins down at me as he pulls his knife from his pocket.

“Do you all just walk around with knives in your pockets?”

“Yep,” all four answers together as Maximus flips the knife in his hand and brings it down to my top.

“You never know when it will come in handy,” Maximus grins, lifting the neckline of my vest top and cutting it before ripping the top in half. “Like now.”

“You gave me this set for Christmas!” I had hoped he would at least seem a little disheartened, but he winks at me instead.

“I know, and it will look so much better shredded on the floor instead of hiding your body from us all.”

Well, damn, there goes that argument. I wait for him to lift the knife away from the skin and start trying to wiggle my way out from under him and Christian.

“Stay still, Jazzy, otherwise, he may cut you.”

I freeze as my eyes find a grinning Jason standing over me.

“Anyone want to fill me in on what I missed?” Maximus asks as he moves so he’s sitting on my legs and starts shredding my shorts.

“Somebody tried to argue with their daddy about what he did and didn’t promise when it came to us getting her pregnant,” Sean answers as I glare at him.

“Please tell me her pills have been thrown out. I am so ready to impregnate her!” Maximus asks. I don’t miss how his eyes light up with the idea; he’s as bad as Christian.

“No! I’m not getting pregnant yet!”

If I’m being completely honest, every month, I’m a little disappointed when my period arrives. If I said the word, the guys would be more than happy for us to start trying, but I also want to wait. I want to be married when we try and not worrying if I’m pregnant whilst on our honeymoon. I won’t tell them I’m ready yet; this is more fun.

“I simply pointed out that although I promised I wouldn’t throw out her pills, it doesn’t mean I can stop you guys from doing it.”

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