Page 11 of Dirty Brothers
I hum in answer, too lost in my own head. We thought she would be a spoiled brat who is selfish and self-centered, but she isn’t. She’s good and kind and knowing the reason behind whywe targeted her… I feel guilty, but her ex took everything from me and I need my revenge more than I need to breathe. If her feelings get hurt in the process, then that is just something I will have to deal with.
Ipush the boys hard at practice Sunday afternoon. We may have won our game on Friday but that doesn't mean we slack off. Those fuckers will be coming for us and there is no doubt we will be playing them in the championship. I refuse to allow my boys to go down, we will be walking out of the rink with that fucking gold puck.
As training comes to an end I send the boys to the locker room. I gather my shit, ready to head out to this fucking rehearsal dinner my mom is making us go to, only to slam to a stop when I see Molly leaning against the wall near the entrance, gnawing on her bottom lip. I make my way toward her and the instant she spots me she stands tall and forces a smile on her face. I spot her friend who was with her on Friday night, standing out in the parking lot.
“Can I help you, Molly?” I ask. Her breath hitches and I fight not to smirk. She is affected by my mere presence and that shit has my ego inflating. She has no idea it’s been me and my brothers fucking her brains out, and the whole mystery surrounding the matter only heightens my desire for her.
“Uh, my dad told me to come and see you because your mom and him want us to all… ummm…”
“Spit it out,Lollie.” Her eyes widen and her mouth parts. She manages to gather herself quickly and wipes the shocked look from her face.
“They want the four of us to walk down the aisle together and said we should practice that tonight?”
“Are you asking or telling me?” I fire back just as the twins come out and flank me on either side, their looming presence seems to render her speechless.
“Cock got your tongue, baby?” Kingston purrs suggestively. Her cheeks flame as she drops her gaze to the ground. I reach forward and grip her chin, forcing her gaze back to us.
“You seem so innocent but I can see the freak inside you, lurking just beneath the surface.” Her nostrils flare at my words.
“Hmmm, I bet you’re a fucking freak in the sheets, aren’t you, baby?” Justin adds. A whimper escapes her a second before she turns and flees the fucking rink like her ass is on fire.
“Bring your fucking masks, we’re fucking her tonight after this stupid dinner,” I growl.
Ready or not, birdy, we’re coming for you.
ELEVEN
MOLLY
Sitting here at the table with my dad and my soon to be stepmom is awkward enough, but throw in her three sons and shit is fucking tense. Lennon hasn’t been able to stop smiling since I told her about our interaction earlier, and the dirty bitch has told me to try the three of them out and see which one fucks the best. She says Kingston looks like a rough fuck and I should pick him first.
I loathe to admit that I have thought about the three of them. They are fucking attractive and thinking about all of them touching me the way my masked men do, has my body heating and my pussy throbbing.
When our parents stand and move about the room, speaking to the wedding planner, the three guys turn their focus to me and I suddenly feel exposed. Justin smirks as if he knows the effect their mere presence has on me.
“You look flushed, Lollie,” Brayden taunts.
I shoot him a scowl. “I think you should worry about yourself.”
“But, we’re worried about you and want to make sure all yourneedsare met.” I inhale sharply at Kingston’s innuendo.
“My needs are not your concern,” I grit out through clenched teeth, and shoot Len a glare when she fails to mask her laughter.
“Oh, do you have a boyfriend?” Justin taunts.
I scoff. “Nope.”
“So, you’re single?” Brayden presses.
I open my mouth to say no, but how the hell do I explain that I’m not available because I’m currently fucking three guys whose names I don’t even know?
“I’m currently seeing… someone?” I answer.
“You asking or telling us, baby?” Kingston says smugly.
I push back from the table and stand. “Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom,” I snap before marching out of the lavish dining room in search of the bathroom. Once inside, I stand before the mirror and take a look at myself. My cheeks are flushed and my eyes are glazed, but it’s the pulsing need in my pussy that has me groaning.
I never thought I would be the type of girl to crave sex but I am. Fuck! I wish I could have my masked men right now and have them fuck me senseless while my stepbrothers stand outside the door and hear me scream as I shatter on their cocks. I want them to watch me fuck my masked men and envision themselves.
