Page 5 of Her Brothers' Best Friends

“Show us,” Shaw instructed her, his tone dark and so sexy that she continued to struggle for air.

It was just as well that she went as authentic as possible. She knew they would want to see what was in the bag. They were way too curious not to ask.

She pulled out a flogger designed as a candy cane, used that as a prop, and started to dance with it.

Their gaze shifted over her entire body, from top to bottom, slowly, thoroughly, and so intimately that her panties got wetter.

Her breath stuttered from between her lips as they stroked their jaws, and their eyes darkened as they followed her gyrating hips.

Emboldened, she clutched the fabric of the dress and bunched it up to reveal a bit of bare skin where her thigh-high boots stopped.

She lifted her hair and let it fall down her back as she belly-danced for them. Her moves became sexier. They straightened out their legs, and she almost lost her balance when her gaze collided with three huge erections.

Dressed in long-sleeved t-shirts and different shades of gray track pants, there was nothing they left to the imagination about the size of their cocks.

As a virgin, thanks to them, she gulped down her shock. It wouldn’t do for her persona as Lizelle if she became undone at the sight of a couple of dicks, consideringdickswere Lizelle’s livelihood. She had to stay in character.

But then it hit her. Brutally.

They were getting hard and horny for Lizelle. Not her. Not Lindsay Brenner, their best friends’ little sister. They were aroused because of the way she looked, and that was nothing like herself.

If she had come to them as Lindsay Brenner, dressed the same, and danced for them the same, they would shove her out the door and tell her they would rather eat their spurs than have her.

Because that was exactly what happened two years ago.

The memory of that night came to her mind in full force. She had been so stupid. So naive. She’d seen them, unbeknownst to them, a couple of times growing up and developed a serious infatuation for them. She thought it would pass by the time she reached seventeen.

It didn’t.

By eighteen, it had grown stronger, but she kept telling herself men like them didn’t go for women like her. She was just wrong for them.

By the time she turned twenty, it had developed into something a little deeper, and that happened without her saying a word to them at all. She just stalked them, questioned her brothers about them in an innocent way, and somehow fell in love with them.

When she turned twenty-two, she couldn’t go on without seeing if there was maybe a chance. They didn’t know her, but maybe if she asked them, they would like that chance.

She was pretty, at least, she thought, and she wasn’t as much of a spoiled trust fund princess as they thought she was, just because she had an unhealthy obsession with shoes.

She could get down and dirty. She could doranch work.Okay, she had no idea what ranch work entailed, but that was why the universe gave humans the internet, so they would know things.

They would never know how much it had taken from her. She didn’t even tell her best friend in the whole wide world about her feelings for them. But she decided to act on it.

She booked a hotel room. She invited them. And asked them if they would, all three of them consider going on a date with her.

It had taken them two seconds to reject her. And then they suddenly got mean when she walked up to them and pressed her body to theirs, her hands on them, and asked them nicely again.

Well, they could eat their spurs for all she cared.

The joke was on them. Those erections in their pants were because she was Lizelle.

She desperately wanted them to know it was her, dammit, that they were getting hard for her, but she couldn’t because she was going to steal their bottle of Scotch and she couldn’t blow her cover.

Their rejection of her stung all over again, and now she was madder than ever.

Oh, she was scorned when the more she danced, the more their dicks grew.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She was so mad that she wanted to slam her fists into their chests. And when were they going to pass out already, big oofs?

She was just about to offer them more eggnog. The whole damn bottle, if it meant they would just pass out immediately when she noticed their eyes glazing over and their breathing mellowing out.

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