Page 269 of Second Sets Omnibus
Fuck. It’s only seven or so in the morning, and I’m already horny. It’s like their cum was the key to awakening my long-forgotten sex drive hiding inside me. Once they entered me, thrust into me, and came inside me—I was a goner, drowning in them again.
Something I swore I wouldn’t do. Just yet. But I’m constantly breaking my promises to myself. Take it slow, I said. But yet, I got dicked down by my four baby daddies in one night.
You see, my body remembers theirs now. Every one of them. And now I’m scared I’m addicted to getting bent over and fucked within an inch of my life. I promised myself I’d take it slow. All in, yes. But I want to get to know them again. And at this rate, I’m only going to be reacquainted with their nether regions.
Shit.
“Great. I can stop by after therapy and practice,” he says with ease, leaning over to wipe Lyric’s mouth off with a paper towel. “Go wash up for school, or we’ll be late.”
“I’m sick,” she pouts, crossing her messy hands over her chest.
“Lyric,” he says in a stern dad voice, even giving her the pointed look that has her turning tail and stomping down the hallway to her room.
I shudder at the strength in his voice. Settle down, you hussy. He’s not bossing you around. Not yet, at least. He will, though. I’ll bring back the dominant man who made me hold out my wrist with salt lines on it so he could cut limes.
It’s time to bring the old Asher out. He’s said sorry multiple times and proven himself over and over again. Now, it’s time to release the beast simmering under his flesh until he’s pounding into me without mercy.
I’m so fucking screwed.
Or want to be.
“My little sister from another—” Seger twists his expression when I walk into his office.
“That saying doesn’t work like that,” I say, plopping down onto a leather seat across from his desk.
Zepp snorts, sauntering over from his desk on the other side of the room, and lounges beside me in another chair.
“First-day jitters?” he asks, taking a sip of coffee before placing it on a coaster on Seger’s desk.
“Weird to be back, but I have to get back into the swing of things. They’re handling practice and therapy without myassistance now. So, I figured I’d stop in and see how Kat was handling things here.”
I raise a brow when they exchange a look, doing their freaky twin, silent conversation bullshit with their eyebrows.
“Kaycee and I agree that’s annoying as fuck, by the way,” I say, pointing between the two of them.
Immediately, both of their moss-green eyes lock me in place.
“You’re not allowed to be friends with our wife anymore,” Seger sniffs, raising his chin in the air.
“All you two do is conspire against us,” Zepp says, pointing in my direction.
“She’s like my sister. We’re allowed to conspire against you. Get over it,” I say, sticking my tongue out.
Zepp sighs, running his fingers over his forehead. “Kat called out today.”
I stiffen. “Called out?”
“Yeah. You know, used a sick day today and yesterday,” Seger quips like the cocky asshole he is.
Such a goddamn know-it-all. I swear I would have put them six feet deep if we had actually grown up together. I mean, I plot their murders every once in a great while when they’re being jackasses.
Like today.
I blink several times. Seger puts his feet on his desk as he leans back in his chair. Secretly, I hope he falls backward. I don’t want blood. Well, not much. But a nice bruise would suffice to knock the little attitude out of him.
Ah, siblings. They’re a joy to have.
Zepp’s jaw tics with irritation as he glares at Seger’s dirty shoe on his desk. “Act like a civilized adult, you pig,” he mutters, swiftly knocking Seger’s feet off his desk and jolting him forward.
