Page 6 of Her Brothers' Best Friends

She stopped dancing, and they didn’t stir. She called their names and nothing.

Good. Excellent.

Grab the bottle of Scotch and leave.The instructions were simple.

Except... she was still mad and monumentally scorned, and there was that saying about scorned women.

Chapter Five

No, she couldn’t.

She had to do what she came here to do.

Take the bottle and go!

Nodding to herself, she took the bottle of Scotch with the handwritten note stuck on it and carefully put it in her Santa bag.

Gosh, they were so easy. Too easy. She resisted another moment to stare at them. It would not do her any good. They said loudly and clearly that they didn’t want her. End of story.

But…

Her hand was on the doorknob. Freedom was minutes away. But she turned around and stared at them, and her anger at their rejection of her returned with a vengeance unmatched before. Maybe because they got hard for someone else.

She had already decided she was going to blame it on some alter-ego she didn’t know she had.

She hated that she found their deep breaths oddly erotic. They were her enemies; did she forget? Nope, she did not.

Rummaging around the bag, she took out a box of edible paint in a candy cane palette—pink and white.

With the walk of a femme fatale, she approached them.

They deserved it, she reiterated. They hurt her feelings when they said no, and they didn’t even let her down gently. They just harshly and cruelly told her no and then avoided her without even trying to hide it.

And then they used her body to get erections because her face wasn’t good enough for them. She had to become another person for them to like her.

Oh, she was so mad.

Still seeing red, her skin flushed with fresh anger and vengeance, she placed the box of paint on the side table, straightened her black leather gloves, and without giving herself a chance to talk her way out of doing it, she promptly tugged at Shaw’s track pants.

She gasped so loudly that she bit her lip, thinking she could have woken them up.

Shaw was huge, and the instant she touched him, he became erect. The warmth of his cock penetrated the leather of her gloves and took her breath away.

No, she wasn’t going to get carried away with their male beauty. Nor the fact that this was the first time she had touched a penis in all her life.

Taking the box of paint, she proceeded to paint his cock with candy cane stripes. From the base to the tip and all around.

She did the same to Chris and Rhys.

Good god, they were insanely huge, but the instant she touched them, the size of their erections stunned her. She didn’t think they were average in any way, but what did that matter to her? They didn’t want her.

She refused to relive the utterly magnificent sensation when each of their cocks twitched in her hand and then grew harder still.

Satisfied with her work and resisting the urge to leave a calling card with a hint of who might have done that to them, she decided that painting their dicks into candy cane was just not enough punishment.

She went back to her bag, and voila. Oh, she was good.

She found a long strip of Christmas lights and giggled to herself. She started to wrap the fairy lights around their cocks, tangling the thin cord around them so that, essentially, they were bound together by their candy-cane cocks with Christmas lights.

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