Page 34 of Wicked Union

He liked seeing me.

I recalled when I found Cole jerking off in the shower and how far I had come since then and was ready to explore my sexuality.

“Cole,” I said, keeping my legs wide for him to see me. “It’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Don’t be a pussy, Marshall.” Rhys didn’t even let him respond. “Choose dare.”

Cole rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me what to do, Vanderbilt.”

“We both know you’ll punk out and take the safer route.”

Cole’s nostrils flared. “You don’t know shit about me.” Then he turned to look at me once more. “I choose dare.”

Putting my hands on my thighs, I slid my tongue across my bottom lip. “Ever since I walked in on you in the shower, I’ve wondered if you were thinking about me. It was so steamy in the bathroom I didn’t get a good look at you. I might as well be naked right now. It’s only fair I get to see you, too.”

Rhys put his elbow on the bench and got closer to Cole. “You let Grace watch you jerk off in the shower? Doesn’t that go against your rules, golden boy?”

Cole sneered at him. “It wasn’t like that.”

“You didn’t tell me to leave,” I interjected. “You let me watch. I still think about that night, Cole.” I inched my hand up my thigh, tapping my fingers on my skin to refocus his attention on my pussy. “When I’m alone in my room, I imagine you’re touching me.”

Rhys made a strangled sound. “Hear that, Marshall? She thinks about you when she plays with her pussy. You should hit that.” He nudged him with his elbow. “Check another item off her list. If you don’t, I will.”

For some reason, Rhys intentionally pushed Cole’s buttons. Cole didn’t take the bait and ignored him.

“She wants to watch you jerk off again,” Rhys said. “You chose dare, Marshall. Stop holding up the game.”

“I want to watch you, too,” I told Rhys.

“Oh, yeah?” His lips parted, eyes wide. “Then, I have a counter-dare. We’ll let you watch us jerk off if you finger your pussy.”

The gondola still hadn’t moved, and we were stuck up here for the duration, so I said, “Deal.”

“Grace,” Cole groaned. “You don’t have to do this.”

I flipped my hair over my shoulder and flashed a sexy smile at Rhys. “I accept your counter-dare.”

Was it wrong to want both of them? The sound of their voices and their muscles bulging beneath their fitted shirts had me dripping wet.

Rhys unzipped his shorts, whipping out his big dick. “Your turn, princess.”

I shoved my skirt higher and dragged my finger up and down my wet slit. My experience with men was almost non-existent. But I knew what I liked and how to make myself feel good.

“Cole,” I whimpered as I slid a finger inside me. “This is your dare. Don’t leave me hanging.”

A moment of hesitation ensued before he unzipped his shorts and stroked himself through the slit in his boxer briefs. He was big, around the same size as Rhys, but slightly thicker.

I could see why they acted like alpha males all the time. It was all the big dick energy.

“Fuck,” Rhys grunted, stroking himself harder. “You’re so wet for us.”

Us.

He said it like they were a team when they had done nothing but argue with each other. But tonight, the three of us were a unit. No complaints from Cole, only the sounds he made as he jerked his shaft.

I added another finger, biting my lip to silence my moans.

“Are you going to come for us, princess?”

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