Page 165 of The Substitute
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Ambrose and Savage have been subtly flirting for weeks. I keep watching it, not sure what is happening. They quickly went from bickering to pushing each other’s buttons in other ways, and I can’t tell if any of it is serious or if it’s their new way of trying to get a rise out of each other without ‘fighting.’ But it’s given me an idea. I stew over it for a few days, not even sure how to go about it until finally, I decide to go for broke.
“I want to be in charge tonight,” I say, not knowing where the confidence comes from.
Ambrose raises one brow, giving me more with one look than he could say.
Savage’s gaze flicks between us. “I’m listening.”
I shift in my seat, exhaling heavily before I force the words out of my lips, needing to get it all out in a rush before I chicken out. “Tonight, I want you two to do what I tell you to.”
“How is that going to work?” Savage asks, amusement flickering in his eyes.
Ambrose tents his fingers, still just listening while his step-brother and I hash this out.
I look down, struggling for words. “I…um…well…”
Savage comes up behind my chair, tipping my head back, his hand firmly gripping my jaw so I can’t look away. “I want to hear your words, baby girl.”
I fight a smile, loving when he calls me that. “I still want you to be…like you normally are—aggressive and dominant. But I want to be able to tell you both what, um…positions.” I’m careful how I word everything because I want them to say yes before I tell them what I want.
Savage considers it for a minute. “I’m in.” He looks over at Ambrose. “Bro?”
“Okay,” Ambrose says but holds up a finger before I can speak. "But you have to take your clothes off and sit in front of us both on your knees while you tell us your fantasy—in full—and then we’ll take it from there.”
I swallow again, heat fully engulfing my face. “I have to tell you all of it?”
“Yes,” Savage answers. “I like it. You have to say the words—all of them upfront—to get what you want.”
I put my face in my hands, mortified about what I’d been picturing and how I was going to get it all out in one go. It would be so much easier in little commands because then they wouldn’t know just how depraved my mind is. “Okay, fine. I want?—”
Ambrose cuts me off. “Nope. First take your clothes off.”
“Fuck.”
Ambrose gets off his bed and takes a seat next to Savage on the small loveseat. They are both so big, their thighs touch sitting there, and it makes me want the fantasy all that much more.
I quickly pull my shirt off and shove off my jeans, standing there pink from my cheeks to my nipples. I put my hands under my armpits, covering my pecs and fully not making eye contact. “I want?—”
“Not yet,” Savage says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.
“What now?” I snap, full of attitude and crossing my arms. I’m way more comfortable naked these days, but I’m still red with both of them looking at me like I’m lunch.
“I love when he gets bratty,” Ambrose says, clearly amused as well.
“Me too,” Savage replies to Ambrose before he pats his knee. “I want you in our laps.”
“How?” I ask.
“Straddle one of each of our thighs.” Savage sits back, getting comfortable.
I do as I’m told because I don’t want to lose my nerve.
They both grab me as soon as I settle in place. Ambrose sliding his hand up the inside of my leg, while Savage grabs my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Much better,” Savage says. “Now look at me when you say it.”
I focus on how good they both feel, trying not to focus on the embarrassment. “I want you both to suck my cock…at the same time.”
