Page 36 of Between the Stacks

Stripping out of my clothes, even though I knew I wasn’t naked, and I’d done this back in high school, didn’t calm the nervous butterflies battering my insides. Especially while Scotty watched me. His gaze became greedier by the second. He licked his bottom lip, and I felt like a piece of meat. Not in a bad way either.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Yep.” I made a few adjustments then pushed my shoulders back and lifted my chin. On the way back over, the heat of Lowe’s gaze sizzled across my skin. My cheeks heated. The irrational need to run away filled my mind. What was it about him that always put me on edge and a pleasant tension suffused my body? I tried to smile though I was afraid I grimaced.

Lowe made a beeline toward me. His stormy gray eyes swirled with hunger. He held his hand out to me and holy shit... I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like he suspended us in a space between reality and some place I couldn’t comprehend. “You’re gorgeous, fuck...” His hiss sent a wriggle of arousal through me.

“It should be a sin for all of you to be this damn delectable. What the hell, Lowe?”

He chuckled. “Having fun yet?”

I wouldn’t say it was fun, but I also couldn’t say I hated it. If anything, I was somewhere between the two. If anything, a sense of power took over. Like I could do anything. Be who they wanted. Have them eating out of the palm of my hand. I sounded like a broken record every time I said I’d never experienced anything like it, but it was as if I experienced all my firsts with these four men.

“Without a dorm burning down, I’d never be here. I don’t know whether I should say thank you or I should say anything. It’s all so awe-inspiring. Like my heart could pound out of my chest, while also knowing all I’d have to say is kneel and they’d do it.” I exhaled. “Does that make sense?”

He nodded. “I’d kiss you right now, but I don’t want to ruin your makeup. Later, however, you’re all fucking mine. I plan on keeping you in my bed all night.”

I giggled softly. “You might have competition.”

“Fuck them.” He gripped my hips, pulling me closer. The groan he let loose, twisted me up. “I’ll lock them out.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. But I think that’s what he was going for. Something to make me relax and it worked. “I’ll keep that tidbit to myself.” He laced his fingers with mine. “C’mon let’s finish.”

I nodded, following him back to the throne.

“Are we ready?” Chad asked.

Lowe nodded. “We’re good, man. Let’s do this.”

So, we went again. This time the positions were more provocative. He asked me to spread my legs and drape one over the arm of the chair, then Cole had his hands on my thighs, leaning forward. Another, I sat on Lowe’s lap, the hard press of his dick pressing into my hip. He growled in my ear, and I bit my lip. The shutter closing on Chad’s camera surprised me.

“Good girl,” Lowe whispered so only I heard him.

“Hey Jonesy, can you get closer like you’re meant to kiss Lyra’s neck, and maybe have Cole and Scott on either side of the chair?” They moved into position like Chad wanted. “Perfect. How about you grip their hair, Lyra? Like you’re pulling them closer.” I did what he wanted, and Chad nodded, taking several more photos.

We spent another two hours taking photos. Who knew posing and sitting or standing could be so exhausting. Lowe didn’t wait until we got home, instead, he took me into one of the locker rooms and fucked me against the walls of the shower. The way he debased me, left me speechless. His mouth wasn’t the only talented part of his body.

I shivered thinking about it.

Once we got home, we went over the lines from the small script then, after yawning several times, I went to bed. Tomorrow was the big day. I didn’t know whether I was excited or dreading the whole project. Not only that, I had to attend my classes like nothing was about to happen.

My brain couldn’t comprehend how Scott and Cole did it. How they could attend the academy, put in all their hours then turn around and hit up the warehouse to film their cam sessions. It was like they lived two separate lives. Hell, I was living two lives. There was something about having such a huge secret like this, that made everything so much sweeter.

Empowering.

As I slipped into bed, an arm reached for me. “I’ve wondered how long you’d take...”

Jonesy.

I grinned. “I’m glad it’s you tonight.” He tucked me closer to his body.

“Me too. Keep me company. I’ve had a hard day,” he murmured, kissing my neck.

That was the easiest thing I’d done today.

I madeit through my day without feeling like I’d squirm out of my seat or run screaming from the room. I guess that was a bonus. However, my stomach churned with nerves. My heart pounded and my palms were sweaty. When I arrived at the house, another guy was there besides Scotty with a camera, and the anxiety ratcheted up another notch.

“Good, you’re here,” Lowe said. “This is Monty. He’ll be filming us tonight. We’re on a tight schedule and we need to do this quickly.”

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