Page 21 of Yours to Break

“Neither,” I muttered, not meeting their eyes. It was silent for a beat, a groan from across the table causing me to peer up.

Hudson purred, his pupils blown, “You mean to tell us that no one’s ever touched you, sweetheart? No one’s ever made you come?”

“O-oh, no—nope, um…” I stammered, an awkward laugh bubbling up out of my throat.

“We might have to train you for a bit before taking us then,” Hayes stated matter-of-factly before lowering his voice to a seductive whisper. “Our cocks aren’t exactly beginner-friendly.”

“Oh. Uh—”

“Don’t worry, we’ll start with just one,” Hudson mused, licking his plump lips.

I had no words.

Wait.

“Startwith just one?” I repeated nervously. Maybe I’d just heard him wrong?

Hudson grinned, the intensity in his eyes matching that of his brother’s. “Come on, let’s drive you back home.” I shook my head to pull myself out of whatever haze they’d caused me to go into. I’d been so distracted that I’d completely missed the waitress returning with his credit card.

I felt dazed as they walked me out of the restaurant to their car. It didn’t help that they were practically giants compared to me; I felt enveloped in their presence.

My brain was so scrambled, and my response time delayed, that when Hayes locked his huge hands around my waist and hoisted me up onto the trunk of the car, I just let him. Once I was up there, I just stared at them both in shocked confusion.

“Open up, pup,” Hayes commanded, surging forward to take my head in his hands and ravage my lips.

I opened my mouth as he’d ordered, allowing his tongue entrance. A moan rumbled out of me as his tongue wrapped around my own. I didn’t even notice that Hudson had drawn near until his lips met my neck and latched on. I moaned.

My body melted into their arms, and I was glad I was sitting, as my legs would have collapsed underneath me.

With one last suck of my tongue, Hayes fell back, letting Hudson replace him.

Hudson took my mouth with just as much ferocity as his twin; biting, nipping, and sucking. I whined into his mouth as Hayes bit down on my neck, leaving me marked and feeling owned.

By the time they relinquished their hold over me, I was panting heavily like an animal in heat. I shifted my hips, biting down on my bottom lip as I felt the warm, achy feeling in my front hole. My eyes remained out of focus as I looked up through my lashes at the men standing over me.

“Fuck,” Hudson hissed. Hayes gently lifted me off the rear, carrying and depositing me into the back seat. He buckled me in before joining his brother in the front.

The ride back to my place was quiet–the brothers spoke in whispers to one another as I stayed zoned out and sleepy.

As I climbed the stairs to my apartment, needing nothing more than to pass out under the covers of my bed, my phone beeped with a notification.

A text.

Lane: Sorry for not getting back to you sooner. I promise I’m safe! I moved in with Greyson–my therapist, remember?

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I loved Lane–I really did. But like what the actual fuck? He’d sent me probably the most nonsensical, crazy-ass text and then acted like he didn’t understand why I was so concerned.

He was genuinely going to cause me to die young from all of this stress.

I tried to calm my breathing as I stared at the looming door in front of me. After threatening to call the police on Greyson for kidnapping, I was given his apartment’s address and very passive-aggressive instructions to visit the next day and “see for myself” that Lane was okay.

My brain kept telling me that it was most definitely a trap and that Greyson was waiting behind the door with a knife. At the same time, I couldn’t leave Lane in this situation; he needed my help. My fingers worried the frayed edge of my sweatshirt as my mind reeled, trying to find a way that we could escape unscathed.

You can do this.

Be brave, Oliver, be brave.

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