Page 27 of A Hurt So Good

Dinner is just that, dinner. Dad makes small talk, Julie stays pretty quiet, and Arya stays focused on her phone. Once we all finish, dad says he needs to handle a few things in his office, and Julie excuses herself.

“Let’s get a drink,” I say to the others. The guys stand and start to follow me, but Arya doesn’t.

“Arya, come on.”

“I’m good.”

“Really? It’s a drink,” I tell her. She looks up at me, our eyes locking, when she finally nods her head. I smile at her, and strangely enough, she smiles back as she shoves out of her chair and walks toward me. I let her walk ahead of me and I follow them all into the other room.

“Downstairs?” War asks.

“Yeah, in case Dad comes back out,” Denz adds. Dad doesn’t like the amount that we drink when we do drink, so we opt to go downstairs to do that.

Arya doesn’t bat an eye as she walks down the stairs. She looks around once she’s down there taking it all in.

“It’s like a separate house,” she mumbles.

“Yeah, pretty much. We each have rooms down here, but you’re right; it’s pretty much a house. It has a kitchen, living room, and everything,” I tell her.

“It’s disgusting,” she murmurs under her breath. I choke out a laugh as the other two grab drinks and set them on the table in the living room. I usher Arya in that direction before she takes a seat on one of the couches.

“What do you drink, Arya?” War asks her.

“Whatever you have.”

“You’re not into hard liquor, are you?”

“You think I can’t drink because I’m a girl?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t most girls like fruity drinks?” he asks her.

“I wouldn’t know. I’m not most girls.” Arya leans forward, grabbing a bottle of vodka and uncapping it. I watch her bring it to her lips and take a long pull without even flinching. The guys laugh as she passes it to me. I bring it to my lips and do the same.

“So you can drink. What else can you do?” Denz asks her, his eyes boring into hers. She doesn’t seem uncomfortable around all of us, and that makes me wonder.

“Such as?”

“Anything. What can you do?”

“I can dance. I can strip. I can work a knife when I need to,” she tells him as she licks her lips.

“Are we getting a strip show tonight?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Denz?” she taunts, standing to her feet. We watch her as she pulls her phone out and turns on some music. Then she starts moving. Her hips sway, and her hands roam over her body. The three of us sit back and watch her do her thing.

After a few minutes, I think we’re all fucking hard from just watching her in her clothes. She grabs the closest bottle she can find and brings it to her lips, taking a long, hard pull. Then she’s back to dancing in the middle of the room, holding her bottle in her hand. That’s when I noticed dad standing by the stairs. I hadn’t heard him come down, and apparently, neither did the others. I don’t say anything either as he stands there watching Arya dance like the rest of us.

“Are any of you going to join me?” she asks, her eyes flicking between the four of us. She had seen him. I shake my head,my cock too goddamn hard to even move at the moment. Denz shakes his head no, but War? That motherfucker stands up and moves toward her with a darkness in his eyes. He steps up to her, and she spins, giving him her back. They move to the music, his hand on her hip and her with her bottle in hand.

I glance over at Denz as he rubs his hand over his jeans, no doubt trying to relieve a little tension, before shifting my gaze over to dad, who’s currently rubbing his hand over his cock.

The two of them keep dancing when War grabs the bottle from her. He spins her around and forces her to her knees. She peers up at him under her lashes, a glossy look in her eyes. War takes a big pull from the bottle before leaning down a little and gripping Arya’s chin roughly in his hands. He forces her to open her mouth and then allows the liquor to flow out of his mouth and into hers. Once her mouth is full, she closes her lips and swallows.

“Goddamn,” Denz growls next to me. That’s exactly what I was thinking. Arya reaches for War’s jeans and unbuckles them, pulling his cock free. Then she licks her lips and wraps them around the tip of his cock. War glances at me and then nods toward Arya. He doesn’t need to tell me what to do. I already know.

I shove off the couch with Denz not far behind me. I lower myself to the floor next to Arya and slip my hand into the top of her shorts and straight into her panties. She spreads her knees a little, giving me better access. Her mouth works War’s cock as my fingers sink inside of her. She moans around him when Denz begins to kiss her neck. War reaches down, grabbing her hair in his hand and jerking her head back in order to give Denz a little more room to work.

She’s so fucking wet right now that my fingers are covered in her. Her head keeps bobbing as I finger fuck her faster and harder. Before I know what’s happening Arya is bouncing up and down on my fingers. Moans keep falling from her lips, but the sound is muted by War’s cock in her mouth. Denz is still licking his way across her neck and down her shoulder, nipping at her flesh.

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