Page 33 of Smoke the Enemy

“Because they need their tongues to lick your asshole.”

Steffan snorts. “You’re so fucked in the head.”

“Don’t knock it until you try it.” I wink.

“Maybe I’ll lick Taylor’s tonight.” Steffan is baiting me.Dangerous game, brother.

Keeping my eyes on him, I say to Lee and Jose, “Alert everyone to continue to keep an eye on Taylor.” I tilt my head at my brother. “It’s for her own safety.”

Once they exit the room, Steffan growls through clenched teeth. “They don’t have to when I’m around.”

“Oh, on the contrary. She definitely needs it when you’re around.” I lean toward him and whisper, “However, that’s not when she needs it the most.”

“I suppose when you’re around, even though that’s who she needs protected from the most, there won’t be any watchful eyes.”

A slow smile spreads as dark, sinful thoughts and visions dance through my mind. “Oh, but I enjoy an audience. Let them all watch.”

Steffan shakes his head. “What are we doing, brother? I don’t want anything or anyone else to come between us. I’m addicted to her.”

“We need some ground rules then. She’s mine, but I’m willing to share as long as I get to be there. Like I said, I’m okay with being watched…and Iloveto watch.”

“Christ.” Steffan groans. “This is really fucked up.”

“Not really. New Year’s Eve is coming up. You know that I plan on ringing in the new year with my dick buried deep inside her.”

“What if that was my plan?”

“Sounds like great minds think alike…and now it’sboth ofourplans.”

Blue Rose, Alabama

New Year’s Eve

Taylor

What does any typical college girl do on New Year’s Eve? String popcorn,duh.Kali still hasn’t come back. According to her last text, she doesn’t plan to be on campus until classes resume, and I don’t have any other friends to hang with tonight, or any night. Partying isn’t really my scene anyway. Last time I went to a college party I lost my virginity to a stranger in a mask, so yeah, not some place I see myself going because I’m only interested in two guys. My body tightens at the thought of Soren. He and Steffan are probably out doing Brotherhood stuff, or maybe at a party. A tinge of jealousy courses through me. The thought of them responding to other women flirting with them has me jabbing the needle harder through the popcorn as I string it. A piece breaks off and I pop it into my mouth.

The doorbell rings, interrupting my jealousy pity party for one, so I place all my stuff on my blanket and climb up from my spot on the floor. I peek through the window to find two identical, gorgeous men standing outside my door. Steffan turns and waggles his fingers at me when he catches me staring at them.

I swing open the door and stare wide-eyed at them. “What are y’all doing here?”

“We came to ring in the New Year with our favorite person,” Steffan tells me as he slides past me into my house.

“You may regret that…there’s nothing exciting happening here.”

“Yet,” Soren leans over and whispers the promises in my ear.

I shut and lock the door. When I turn around they’re standing over my blanket and staring down at the popcorn strings. Steffan looks up at me with furrowed brows. “I thought stringing popcorn was a Christmas thing?”

“Well, it is but it’s calming. I didn’t have anything else to do…” I sound so lame. But I refuse to be embarrassed about it. I enjoy stringing popcorn. “Besides it’s fun and tasty.”

Soren gets a mischievous look in his dark blue eyes. “Sounds like it could be a lot of fun. Pop us some if you don’t mind.”

“Um…sure.” I never imagined I’d be stringing popcorn with these two, but alright.

I pop up three more bags of popcorn. Soren and Steffan occasionally try to throw popcorn and catch it with their mouths, but at least with them here my night is a lot more engaging. Together we watch the musical performances in Times Square as we wait for the ball to drop and the countdown to begin. All the while we run needle and thread through our own strings of popcorn.

“How long are you going to make that?” I laugh at Soren’s ever-growing popcorn string.

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