Page 14 of Seduced By Two Alphas

As soon as Ken sagged back in his seat, Jack pulled his hand away. He nipped my ear. “I can’t wait for the day when I can get you under me.”

Ken was still slouched in his seat, his eyes closed, and it thrilled me that I’d put that happy smile on his face. I grabbed the stack of napkins in the cupholder and wiped my hand, both Jack’s and Ken’s spunk on me. I couldn’t find it in me to regret what we’d done.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked Jack.

“I’m starving,” Ken said sleepily next to me. “I could go for a drink and a bite to eat.” The guy’s dick was still hanging out. Even flaccid, it was still impressive, and my hand still tingled at the remembrance of how big it was in my palm when it was hard.

“Let’s go.” Jack stood, fixing his pants. His dick had still been hanging out, too. I felt myself blush as we exited the theater, throwing our trash away before stepping out into the hot summer night.

Ken threw his arm around my shoulders as we walked to their pickup. I felt light on my feet, even giddy, as we headed to Bailey’s, even if my stupid brain told me I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Giving in to them had been too easy, almost natural.

Or was my sex-deprived mind trying to convince me of that?

Bailey’s was semi-crowded. The televisions over the bar and lining the wall were on, noise everywhere as we found a booth. Across the room I spotted Shane, the guy who’d been kidnapped when Dillon and I had been taken. He was serving a table their drinks, seeming lost in thought from the way he didn’t smile or talk to anyone.

Should I approach him? Should we talk about what had happened to us that night? Dillon and I had gone to school with Shane, but we hadn't really interacted with the guy. I decided that I would talk to him if Shane approached me, but until then, I had my own problems I needed to work out.

Like the two men currently on either side of me, smashing me into their sides. “You know, this is a booth. I could sit on the other side to give us more elbow room.”

“Trying to ditch us already.” Ken winked. “I thought that was a fucking amazing movie.”

He wasn't referring to the movie, and I knew it. “I still need breathing room.” I jabbed him with my elbow to prove a point. “Get your big ass to the other side since you’re the one sitting on the outside of this trio.”

Plus I didn’t want the residents of Hungry to have something to wag their tongues about. They already whispered about me and the Michaels brothers. I didn’t want to add fuel to their wagging tongues.

“Give a guy a blowjob and he treats you like an outsider afterward.” Ken scooted to the other side of the booth, while Jack threw his arm onto the back of it.

He smirked at his brother. “I get the prize.”

“Stop.” I felt my face catch fire at Ken’s comment, which I totally wasn’t doing. “Back to being just friends. For now,” I added. “Behave yourselves or I’ll make you both sit on the other side.”

A server who wasn’t Shane took our orders. Beers for each, along with barbeque wings and French fries. I wasn’t a drinker and felt the effects only halfway through my first beer. But fuck it. I wasn’t driving. I had Ken and Jack there to look after me, and when was the last time I’d gotten wasted?

The night turned into a blur after my second mug of beer. The next thing I knew I was cracking my eyes open, the sun shining brightly. I blinked several times before I realized I was in my own bed, sandwiched between two muscly men.

Now was a very good time for me to freak the fuck out, but I didn’t. I crawled over Jack, thankful when I noticed we were all still clothed, and hurried to the bathroom, closing the door behind me before I had a silent meltdown.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance. One of them knocked on the door. “You gonna be long?”

“There’s a half-bathroom off the kitchen,” I shouted through the door at Jack.

“Fine,” he grumbled.

Not even a minute later, Ken was knocking. “Really gotta go. Drank too many beers late night.”

Fuck! I swung the door open. “Give me five seconds in here. Go pester your brother.”

Ken ginned. “Grump when you wake up.”

“Only when two guys are getting on my nerves.” I shut the door in his face to the sound of Ken’s laughter. Now I wasn’t going to have that meltdown. I took care of my business and crawled back into bed, nursing a killer headache. Why on earth had I thought it a good idea to drink so much?

The bed dipped, and Jack curled into my side. “Too early,” he groaned.

I turned over, giving him my back as I closed my eyes.

The bed dipped again, and now Ken was cuddling me. To hell with it. I was too hungover to kick them out of my bed and make them sleep in the living room. Then again, I had a guest bedroom, which I should have offered them already, but I put that thought out of my mind as I drifted off back to sleep.

For the first time in years, Casey’s Café didn’t open on time, and I was too tired to care.

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