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The door swings open again, smacking against the wall, and Archer joins us, followed by Cannon. Both wear rather grim expressions on their faces.
I don’t know if Kingston had waited for them to arrive or simply wanted to let the tension between us build until one of us blew a gasket, but once the door is locked behind them, he plants his strong hands on either side of my ass on the counter. He trains his focus on me, pushing his hips back and bending at the waist so I have no choice but to meet his hard gaze. “Were the rules unclear? Our expectations?” Breath huffs out of him, one after another, his chest rising and falling fast. Those pale-green eyes of his are now alight with a fierce fire.
I stubbornly shift my stare down to his chin, unwilling to respond to his goading because I didn’t do anything wrong. My jaw works to the side, tensing as he inches closer. He’s angry.
Well, so am I.“I was talking to a random guy who helped me mix a drink. It was no big deal.”
He grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Let’s get something straightright now. You are ours. You do what we say. And we all fucking know what was on that guy’s mind. His eyes were all over you like a kid’s tongue on a melting ice cream cone. Have you forgotten the rules we set out for you?”
I shoot him an agitated glare. “So I can’t even talk to people? This is bullshit.”
He breathes out his question one steady word at a time.“Whatdid you say?”
My heart thunders in my chest. I can’t back down. “You heard me. You’ve created a new rule that’s only meant for me. Have you ever told a male initiate he couldn’t eventalkto women much less fuck them?” I squint at him, waiting for the answer I already know to be true, but it doesn’t come. I get the feeling he’s waiting for me to dig my own grave, but I can’t stop myself. “Of course you haven’t. Because creating that rule for a man in the house would mean you’d have to abide by it, too. Can you imagine the pushback if you told the brothers they only had your permission to fuck their hands and nothing else? Because that’s what you’re doing to me. Why are you placing these restrictions on me alone? You don’t even know me well enough to know whether I’m a virgin or a slut or somewhere in between.”
The vein running down the center of Kingston’s head pulses. “This is the entire fucking problem having a woman in the house!” He pauses, sparks practically shooting out of his eyes. “Mouthy. Little. Bitch.” He punctuates each word with an exhaled breath.
My temper is slow to heat, but once I’m angry, there’s no stopping me from letting everyone know how I feel. “Fuck you!” I shove at Kingston’s shoulders to get him to back up and give me some room, let me breathe, but he doesn’t budge an inch.Fine then.“I’m trying to follow your rules, but are you aware of what I saw when I walked out of this bathroom earlier? How unfair it seemed?” My eyes flick over Kingston’s shoulder to witness Cannon and Archer eyeing each other warily. “Yeah. I saw you. All of you. The two of you weren’t waiting for me like you said you’d be. You went to those girls like flies to honey. The first chance you got, it was on.”
Cannon winces, the admission of what he’d been doing written all over his face. Archer clears his throat, as if he’s going to say something, but I forge on, knowing this is probably the last chance to tell them what fucking jerks they’re being before they toss me on my head out of the brotherhood. “It’s completely unfair to bar me from even speaking to anyone because you assume they want to get in my pants when each of you were fucking around at the first opportunity.”
I focus first on Cannon, nodding at him. “Girl on your lap, your hand on her ass.” His jaw twitches, but, of course, he says absolutely nothing, merely stares at me from beneath hooded eyes, chin jutting forward.
Archer’s brows lift as I turn my attention to him. “Face buried in some blonde girl’s neck, giving her a hickey she’ll wear for the next week.” He draws in a careful breath, but doesn’t respond immediately, so I come full circle to the green fire shooting from Kingston’s eyes.
“And you. Surrounded by pussy. I’ll bet money you were about to get your dick sucked by multiple skanks tonight.”
The room is dead silent while my heart leaves my chest cavity and lodges somewhere in my throat. “Tell me how it’s fair, and I’ll shut the fuck up right now.” I grip the edge of the counter so hard my knuckles turn white.
Kingston pushes away from me, righting himself. He glances to each side, his eyes connecting with first one, then the other brother.Yep, here it comes.A united front. He wets his bottom lip, all while studying me with this weirdly relaxed expression that confuses the hell out of me. He makes a point of letting his eyes wander slowly over my outfit, and I wish my breathing weren’t so ragged because the black camisole Archer picked out for me to wear tonight is the tiniest bit tight around my bust, not to mention—God, this is embarrassing—my nipples are hard.
Having the three of them with me in this room is unbearable. Sure, it’s abnormally large in size for a bathroom, but the guys take up all the space. All the air. There’s no way they don’t know they’re intimidating as hell like this, in a confined area. Probably why Kingston hauled me in here in the first place. The longer I wait for someone to say something, the more anxious I become. My eyes flick over the three of them, taking them in and trying to decipher what’s in their heads.
Cannon—I wish I knew what he was thinking, because it’s clear he knows what’s in his buddy’s head. He presses his lips together, treating me to a long, lingering gaze. It makes me shudder… and oddly, not in a bad way.
Then there’s Archer, studying every inch of me right down to my painted toenails. I wonder if he’s thinking about the panties he made me wear.
Finally, Kingston breaks the silence. His facial features have hardened, and I can’t get a read on what’s about to happen. “That’s fair, Elliot.”
My brows pinch together, anxiety rising from his sudden agreement. “Sorry, what’s fair?”
“You want to suck a dick? You can.”
I freeze, frowning at him. Suck a—Oh. Shit. I can? Wait…
He shrugs, then spreads his arms wide, giving me a placating smile. “You have three options… and they’re all in this room.”
“You’vegotto be kidding,” I spit in surprise, all while I attempt to keep my eyes focused on their faces and not any lower.
Archer finally opens his mouth. “Was there something else you wanted to tell her, K?”
The bastard laughs. “Right.” A ruthless, smirking smile reaches his lips. “I almost forgot the best part. If this is how you want to play the game, we’ll be completely fair. We’ll grant you the right to have sex in the house. But only with us.”
“No thanks. Not only is it laughable, but I don’t need whatever diseases the three of you come back to the house with.”
Kingston wets his lips. “Don’t worry, Elliot. We’ll only be having sex with you, too. Think your pussy can handle it?”
My mouth drops open in shock. I wait no more than two dreadful beats before I hop off the counter. “Nope! I’m not fucking any of you crazy bastards. Not happening.”
