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I grunt heavily, “Do you understand me, Elle?”
At my usage of the nickname I’ve given her, she squirms in my arms, her body so fuckin’ soft against all my hard. Finally, she huffs out a breath and stops struggling. “I hear you,” she whispers raggedly, as if it pains her to say so.
“But do you understand?” I lean in, and my lips brush hers.
She stares into my eyes, her gaze probing and deep, then finally nods. “But I don’t have to like it.” And to my surprise, she holds eye contact while she seeks out my mouth, nipping at me while her body shudders.
Her pupils are dilated… like she’s turned on. Fuck, I don’t blame her. All this fucking tension between us. I can’t help myself—I push my tongue into her mouth, feverishly stroking hers. My heart beats in a frantic attempt to catch up with the tumultuous shift from the anger building between us to a simmering passion that will soon boil over, I have no doubt. Anger and passion. Two sides of the same fucking coin.
My mind doesn’t know how to comprehend it, but my body sure as fuck does. Instead of fighting me, she clings to me with her legs wrapped securely around my hips. She moans into my mouth, sliding her hands from my shoulders to the back of my neck while mine tear the makeshift skirt from her before diving beneath her stretchy shorts to cup her round bare ass in my palms.
I squeeze her soft cheeks, pulling her close to my body. Her cunt is lined up perfectly with my rapidly growing dick, and dear god, never have I wanted anything more than to lay her on the kitchen counter and bury my face between her legs.
“Does rubbing your pussy against his dick feel good?” The intrusion of Archer’s voice startles me at first. I forgot I was mauling Elliot right in the middle of our kitchen with my brothers looking on. His voice, though—it’s taken on a raspy quality I don’t often hear in it, and I react strongly, a zap of pleasure so keen racing through me, I grunt, feeling my dick getting impossibly hard.
“Y-yes,” Elliot stutters out, her eyes flicking to the side and landing on Archer while she rubs herself against me, showing us how good it must feel for her.
I moan against her lips, my heart like a jackhammer. Cannon steps up beside us, and gently grasps her behind the neck, turning her head and dragging her mouth to his while I continue to hold her and let her use me. Meanwhile, Archer has moved behind her so he’s looking directly at me when he puts his lips on her shoulder. His hands slide down from her rib cage, and I realize what his intention is when the stretchy material that my hands have been inside drags over them. He tugs the shorts out of his way, and she jerks in my arms, her lips pulling away from Cannon’s for a moment.
“Oh, god,” she whispers against his lips while the movement of her body grinding on me gets rougher and more out of control. Even though I can’t see it with my own eyes, I can tell Archer is touching her in a way that drives her mad, so she’s bucking and rubbing up against me, all while kissing Cannon like she’s in a free fall and he’s somehow tethering her to this earth.
A hint of a grin crosses Archer’s lips as he watches my reaction. “Feel good, K?”
I grunt in response. I can’t form words.Fuck.How much longer can I take the friction? The heat? Wetting my lips, I slide my hands down, brushing my thumbs so close to Elliot’s tight little asshole, lust surges through me. Then my fingers find her wet pussy and feel exactly what Archer’s doing to her. He’s got two fingers inside her, moving them in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Every time she surges downward on my cock, she pushes his fingers deeper.
Archer continues to lazily kiss and lick at her shoulder and up along her neck, never taking his gaze from mine. Not for a second. Not until she begins to quake between us and stops kissing Cannon because her breathing has become labored, alternating between pants and gasps and moans.
There’s a possessive gleam in Cannon’s eye, and I wonder how he’s mentally taking not being the one to hold or touch her, but my curiosity only lasts a second because in the next, his hand slides between Elliot and me, finding its way under her T-shirt to cup one of her breasts.
Whatever he’s doing under there, she seems to like, because her eyes practically roll backward, and her movements against me become frantic.
“That’s a good girl. Come for us.” My breath heaves as she slows, her thighs clamping around my hips while her body rocks with her release as it rolls through her.
Archer groans. “Fuck. She’s coming. Her pussy is clenching my fingers as it pulses.” He kisses her neck, then whispers near her ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful like this Elliot. Next time we do this, it’s in front of a goddamn mirror. I want you to see what you look like giving yourself to us.”
Her body twitches and shudders in my arms, and she looks dazed as she comes down from her orgasm. Cannon turns her face to his again, swiping his tongue over her full lower lip before kissing her soft and slow.
When they finally part, Archer removes his fingers from her, she unlocks her legs, and I set her on her feet.
Her face is flushed, her eyes a tiny bit unfocused, but she’s cognizant enough to watch as Archer gives her a teasing smirk right before he sucks her arousal from his fingers. She blinks a few times, her mouth falling open, exhalations audible as she meets each of our gazes before slowly pulling up her sleep shorts and backing away.
Her chin juts out. “Thanks for the orgasm. But I’m still pissed.” She turns tail and stalks off toward the front of the house.
A sharp laugh works its way up my throat and flies from my lips. “Well, fuck.” I glance at my brothers. “At least we know she didn’t lose that sassy mouth when they knocked her out.”
NINE
ELLIOT
“Elliot?”Archer calls out to me from the other side of the door of my bedroom.
“Just a sec.” I’ve been awake for a while, even managed to shower, but had put leggings and a sloppy T-shirt on, with no intention of seeing anyone today if I could help it. I cross the distance to the door, unbolt the lock, and pull it open.
That’s kinda where I’ve been since Tuesday morning—trying to keep my head down and fly under everyone’s radar, including Archer, Kingston, and Cannon. But it’s so hard to stay away from them. Ilivehere. And it’s even harder now that I know their secret—especially at times like this when Archer’s lips curve a fraction as he unashamedly looks me up and down. Or when Cannon puts one of his ear buds in my ear to play a song for me that’s speaking to him. Or when Kingston pulls me tightly to him, brushes his thumbs over my cheekbones, and quietly demands to know how I’m feeling.
Little chill bumps rise all over my skin at the heat in Archer’s eyes. And just like that, I’m yanked back to the memory of his fingers pumping into me as I rubbed on Kingston’s cock and kissed Cannon. Being the center of not one but three men’s attention is not something I’m used to… but something I obviously liked.
And that’s the crux of the problem. I keep telling myself it’s okay what I did. The reality is that everything I’m doing has a purpose, which is why I’m using every means at my disposal to get what I want. But it makes me angry with myself that for several moments, I’d forgotten all about Will and my subterfuge and had gotten completely wound up in how good they made me feel. I let out a heavy sigh. Somehow, I think that poor girl who used to be me deserves to have men desire her, which makes it all the harder to shove them aside.
