Page 21 of Between the Stacks

“Archibald Fitzgerald Jones III Esq., that’s a mouthful.”

He chuckled. “Hence Jonesy.”

“I don’t understand why I need an NDA,” I said. “I thought nothing that happened here would require one. Did you send it to me by accident? Do I have to sign one before you take me on as your client?”

“Did you sign it?” Lowe took a swallow of his drink.

“Not yet, no.” I placed my laptop on Lowe’s desk. “I came here to ask why I needed it, actually.”

“We can’t explain anything until you sign, Lyra,” Scott said. “I know this feels forceful and menacing, but you’ll understand once you sign. I promise.”

“I’m not in trouble?”

Lowe shook his head. “Quite the opposite.”

I pulled up the NDA and read through it. Everything appeared in order and straight forward. I clicked on the yellow marker on the page, then signed my name and initialed where I was told to. Once I was done, I clicked finished. Two seconds later, Jonesy’s phone pinged, and he nodded to Lowe. If they meant to put me at ease, they did the opposite, especially when no one was explaining why I needed to sign a non-disclosure.

Lowe exhaled slowly and pointed to a spot between him and Cole. “Come sit with us. There is much to talk about and less time to prepare.”

“I feel like I’m in a dream,” I murmured, crossing to them. “Nothing makes sense, and everyone isn’t acting like themselves.”

He took my hand, tugging me down beside him. “This will come as a shock to your system. But I had Jonesy make you sign the non-disclosure for a reason. I’m not just a librarian. Scott and Cole didn’t enroll in the college Fire Academy to become firefighters.”

“Okay. Well, I’m not just an undecided college major student, either. I’m a farm girl.”

He chuckled while Cole had this shit-eating grin on his face. “You’re more than a farm girl, Lyra. You just don’t see your potential yet. That’s okay, you have time.”

“Uh...”

“We cam,” Scott said, blowing out a breath. “Cole and me. How we pay the bills and could help you with your jacket... We cam. Also the fundraiser, us too.”

I blinked, tilting my head, trying to reconcile what he said. “You mean likeOnlyFansor whatever? Wait... That was your money in that fund? I can’t take that.”

“Told you she’d understand,” Cole stated, clapping his hands. “She’s one smart cookie. The fund isn’t just for you, Lyra. It’s for everyone who could use it. Also, it’s not all our money. It’s everyone who found out about the dorm burning down and they wanted to help.”

“Oh. That makes sense then,” I said. “Um, thanks. So, you what? Stream live events and show the masses when you do things together?”

“See...” Cole motioned to me. “Easy peasy.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Romeo.” Then turned his attention back to me. “Kind of. We have sessions a few nights a week. Sometimes it’s watching movies. Other times it's sex or a blow job. Naked cooking. You know, different things.”

“We had aMario Kartevent a few weeks back, and those who watch us diligently could join the game,” Cole added.

I nodded, still completely perplexed why I needed to know what they did on their down time. Was it because we stayed in the same house together or something? Made sense, actually. If they had guests or those ‘types’ of friends over, they probably didn’t want their business out there where anyone could see it.

“Well, mum's the word, guys. Your secret is safe with me.” I mimed locking my lips and throwing away the key.

“The movie we showed you earlier was Lowe and Jonesy.” The statement shot from Cole like he couldn’t contain the secret any longer.

“I’m sorry, what?” Heat filled my cheeks the longer I sat between Cole and Lowe, as did the intense need to squirmto relieve the ache building between my thighs. If I looked at Lowe, I’d more than likely die of embarrassment, so I focused my attention on my breathing and making sure I didn’t have another attack.

Images of the man laid out on the bed filled my mind, only now I saw Lowe’s face. Rapture filled his taut features, while a deep groan filled his chest. He looked like he was eating the finest meal he’d ever had, or maybe he’d been so damn hungry he couldn’t get enough of his meal. Either way, the woman was a lucky bitch.

Goosebumps formed on my skin while an excited thrill slid down my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Jonesy inching closer to us. I’d indirectly seen that man’s thick cock and a woman, the same woman Lowe, ate out, begging him to choke her with his dick.Holy shit.My body hummed with arousal and nervousness.

“Both of you?” I swallowed hard and ran the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip.

“Yes,” Lowe said, keeping his tone even.

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