Page 32 of The Triplets and the Blonde

Intrigued, I asked. “Do I get to pick?”

“Of course, I’ll bring you to the library.”

“Won’t your brothers get mad?” I snapped. It wasn’t fair to lash out at him when he was being nice. I knew that, but I still hated being locked up.

Jason shrugged and took the keys from his pocket.

I jumped up immediately. Way too happy to get my pick of a book. I was going to grab the thickest one I could find. Or maybe he would let me grab more than one.

He ran over to me and placed his arm around me. “Slow down, you are still injured.”

I let him guide me from the cell and up the stairs. As much as I wanted to walk on my own, he was right. My back still ached. The pain was getting to me.

Jason brought me back to the library I had met him in. It seemed like so long ago when I was here. I was free then and planning on stealing from them. I had sat on that comfy chair in the corner getting lost in a book.

It was then that I had contemplated staying. I had thought of actually being one of their servants. How different would things have been had I? I wouldn’t be their prisoner. Life would have remained simple. Shit, had I made the wrong choice?

“Pick out any you want.” Jason waved his hands.

“Any? Like more than one?” I bounced on my heels.

“Yes. As many as you would like.” He still had his arm around me.

I turned into him. He was so close I could feel his breath against my lips. The smell of the wine he had drunk earlier lingered in the air. I knew it was wrong to want him. That didn’t matter.

I needed him. I pushed up on my toes bringing my lips to his.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

His arms were around me pulling me into him. My stomach flipped. His kiss tasted like going home. His warmth made me feel safe.

The longer we were kissing, the more I fell into him. His kiss was greedy as if he needed it as much as I did. Everything faded away. It was only us. My hands gripped his hair pulling him deeper into me.

He pulled away. I almost let out a pout. What the heck? I couldn’t figure out why he did that. We were enjoying each other. I knew he was enjoying me. I could feel it.

“I can’t,” he panted.

“Fine,” I snapped. There was no need for an explanation. He didn’t want to tell me, fine. He could do whatever he wanted. It was terrible to even want him. I shouldn’t have kissed him.

“I want to. Trust me. I do.” He ran his thumb along his bottom lip. “I want to lick every inch of you until you are undid by my touch.”

Fuck, my pussy fluttered.

He started pacing. “If you just tell us where the bag is, things will be fine.”

“Of course,” I sighed. Everything kept coming back to that damn bag.

“I don’t care why you took it. Everyone has their reasons for why they do things. It’s just, we need it back.” His voice growled on the last words.

“Right, you guys need anything? No.” I turned and went to the nearest book shelf.

“Just grab some books and let’s go. I’m not gonna argue with you.” He turned and waited by the door.

I didn’t even check the titles. I grabbed the first five books I saw. It didn’t matter if they were good or not. They would be a much needed distraction from all of this.

All I wanted was to get out of here. Grab Vickie. Sell the bag and be gone. Kissing Jason and getting fingered by Aiden didn’t change any of that.

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