“I was… umm… I was?—”
“Flicking the bean?” Chris supplies earning a glare from me.
“Playing with yourself?” Saint adds, which just has me scrunching my face.
“No?” It comes out like a question and I hate myself for that.
“So, we didn’t just walk in on you orgasming on your fingers?” Nick asks. The humor in his tone isn’t lost on me.
I throw my hands in the air in frustration. “Yeah, okay. You totally busted me finger fucking myself. Happy now?” I bite out.
“Oh, I’m ecstatic,” Nick volleys back.
“Best thing I’ve seen,” Saint tacks on.
“I agree with Saint, you look more tasty than this shit.” I balk at Chris. The bastard just shoots me a wink as he makes his way back to his desk, Saint hot on his heels. They’re together yet I got the vibe that both of them are interested in me.
Nick pushes off the wall and comes to stand directly in front of me. “Next time you want to get yourself off, don’t.” I flinch in shame. “Call one of us to help relieve that ache between those creamy thighs.” I gasp in shock. Nick turns on his heel and marches over to his desk like he didn’t just drop a fucking bomb on me.
Lord, please, bless my pussy with the strength to withstand these men. And, if it’s not too much to ask, can you bless me with extra strength to handle the three extra men I am currently allowing into every part of my body? Kay, thanks!
CHAPTER TWELVE
SAINT
It’s been three weeks since the first night we fucked Holly. Every night we follow her ass home or sometimes we change it up and beat her home and wait for her. But, regardless of how we get there, the night always ends the same—her passed out somewhere in her apartment from us fucking the shit out of her.
Chris and I are tired of the masks, especially after we walked in on her that day in the office. She hasn’t said anything about it and nor have we.
Every day we come into work, we’re forced to act like we have no idea what she tastes like, how her skin feels or what she sounds like when she comes and I hate it. I know she is attracted to us. I dare say the girl even has feelings for us. Every night we ask her if she’s fucked her bosses yet and her answer is always the same,not yet.
We have two weeks until the office closes down forthe holidays and I should be thinking about this merger, but instead my head is full of thoughts of her! At the start she was just meant to be used, but the longer I watched her, saw how she lived, got to know her from afar, I knew I wouldn’t be able to use her as leverage.
“Saint.” I freeze at the entrance to the office building and whirl around to see my little brother running toward me. I narrow my eyes at the sight of him.
“What the hell do you want?” I snap when he comes to a stop a foot away.
He rolls his eyes. “My car broke down and my phone's dead.”
I raise a brow. “And I should care?”
He scoffs. “Dude, can I just borrow your fucking phone to call someone. I can’t leave my Bentley on the side of the road.”
“You mean Dad’s Bentley.”
Anger flashes through his eyes. “Why do you always have to be such a dick?”
I scoff out a laugh. “Maybe because you tried to sink my company and then tried to sue me for an idea that I came up with and you claimed as yours. Hang on, how about the fact you lied and told Mom and Dad that I was the one that set their fucking house in Orlando on fire when it was you. Or how about the fact you crashed Mom’s car, blamed me, and I got kicked out? Wait, if that isn’t enough how about the fact youfucking reported my boyfriend to the cops and said he raped me!” I roar. I can feel the eyes of others passing by us but I don’t care, this argument has been a long time coming and it’s about time he learned that I will never forgive.
“Seriously? You hate me because I lied to Mom and Dad?”
I shake my head. “No, you dumbass. That shit I could have let go of. The fact you tried to sabotage my companies with Nick and Chris I could have dealt with, but I will never get over the fact you tried to send my boyfriend to prison. You were jealous I didn’t fall on my face when Mom and Dad kicked me out and cut me off.” I step into him so our chests are pressed against each other. “The only reason I am coming home for the holidays is because Dad is dying. If he wasn’t, it would be like the past four years. You would be celebrating Christmas like an only child and Mom would photoshop me into the family picture.”
He steps back and runs a hand through his hair. “Can I borrow your phone or not?” I scoff then toss the fucker my phone.
“Saint?” I turn away from my brother to see Nick and Chris walking toward me with tight expressions on their faces. Chris wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me in for a side hug. I relax into him. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Chris asks quietly.
“He said his car broke down and his phone is dead,” I mutter.
