Page 56 of Bratty Badboys

“I’m sure it will,” Caleb purred, closing the distance between them, leaning over her as she backed into the kitchen island. “Me and Kyle will be hot and sweaty and tired after the class… so pliant and helpless to please you. For the payment, of course.”

“We will do whatever you want, An,” I whispered, joining Caleb as her breathing labored, her perfect breasts heaving underneath the flirty summer dress.

Anna looked at us both before pushing Caleb away. “Your roleplay should have a hint of reality. You both can afford the classes—heck, I’m sure you can buy my studio and yet?—”

“And yet, we want to worship you, dirty angel,” I said, caging her back to the island, pinning my arm on one side as Caleb planted his arm on the other side.

“What else do you want to role-play as mama? We can be your naughty students making out in the empty classroom and you can be our hot teacher, instructing us how to touch a woman.”

Anna and I looked at Caleb, my lips parting at the taboo fantasy, and yet my cock gave a twitch at the thought of clumsily making out with him and Anna catching us.

“You have thought about this before,” Anna announced, her cheeks red and eyes glazed. “Filthy boy,” she murmured underneath her breath.

“Oh, come on, you were my celebrity crush when I was fifteen. Of course, I have many dirty fantasies that include you,” Caleb said, running his knuckles over her arm, goosebumps making her shiver. “Do you wanna hear more fucked up ones where you—you both tease me? Where I bend you over my bike and breed you? Or the one where I find you in the woods and take you?”

His voice had a dark edge to it when he whispered the last fantasy, making my dick press against the zipper. I looked at Anna, her pupils dilated as I leaned closer and added to Caleb’s fantasy, “Imagine being scared and alone at night in the woods. No one but us running after you with the promise to fuck you and breed you if you’re caught, and you can do nothing but take it like a good girl. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, angel?”

Anna peered at me through her lashes, her neck bobbing as she swallowed. “I…”

She blinked, jumping when her cellphone rang. “I’ll be right back,” her voice was quiet as she picked up her phone and went to the guest room, closing the door behind her.

Caleb and I stared at each other, both of our bulges prominent. “I think we need to take it slow,” Caleb said, running a hand through his hair.

“You think?” I said, raising a brow. “I’m not sure she had any partner who wanted to fulfill her fantasies with her pleasure in mind before.”

Caleb sighed, leaning on the kitchen island. “That’s why I want to give her everything she desires.”

“Me too,” I said, thinking about the years of closeness between us and never making a move on her.

“Are you okay with sharing her?” Caleb asked, his eyes averting to my lips. I wasn’t sure why he was asking me again, but I was glad he wanted to confirm it before we did anything else.

“I don’t mind if it’s you.” I licked my lips, feeling hot. “I’ve never… shared a woman or man before, but it’s turning out to be less complex than I thought it would be.”

“Good,” he said, his eyes shifting to my face, an unknown emotion passing through them. “Because I don’t want to share you two with anyone else. You’re mine.”

My eyes widened at his deeper and almost harsher tone. Like he was announcing we were his without any labels set. Like he didn’t care about labels, but us, and that we were together with him.

It was possessive. Raw. It should make me question him more, but it didn’t.

Instead, I liked it. I liked it a lot.

Being his. When I shouldn’t have.

But I wanted to be his.

And Anna’s.

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I AM WATCHING YOU

ANNA

“Hello?” I said, picking up the call.

It was an unknown number, and I rarely pick up without checking it twice, but I was so nervous from being pinned between two handsome men coercing me to fulfill my fantasies by using them that I picked up the call without thinking.

“Hello? Is this a prank?” I said when no one replied. There was some jazz song playing in the background, making me frown. Maybe it was a butt-dial.

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