He smirks and tugs my pajama bottoms off. “Negotiating.”
“This is not negotiating.”
“Sure it is.” He strips his shirt, his lounge pants off. Naked, ripped, pierced. Glorious. He splits my legs apart at the ankles and climbs between them, lifting my right leg around his waist. “You see, I’m what some call an expert negotiator.” He cups my pussy, and I gasp. “And I get what I want.”
I moan. “What do you want?”
“A successful arrangement on both sides.” He strums my clit slowly. “A deal that tells the world we’re partners. Deals like this can take time, so I’m going to go slow so we get it right.”
“Mm, you’re getting it right.” I ride his hand, rocking back and forth.
“Not so sure about that.” He slides between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. He motions with his eyes behind me, and the next thing I know, his brothers have my wrists above my head. “You’ll see we drive a hard bargain.” He enters me with a hard thrust and growls. “That’s how we get what we want.”
“I want it too,” I purr.
He smirks. “All the better.” He drives in and out of me in slow strokes, watching where we’re joined. “Fuck, you cling to me when I pull back, do you know that? Like your body doesn’t want to let me go.”
“I don’t. Not ever.” Too much truth. Fuck. How do I backtrack?—
“Good. Don’t.” He buries deep, and I can’t move to hold him, so I wrap my legs around him and keep him inside of me. He pumpsgently and murmurs into my hair. “You like it when we hold you down. When we have you. We like holding you down. Taking care of you. Match made in heaven.”
Those words crumble something inside of me. My heart knots up. The room shimmers, and then I feel it. Tears welling. I don’t know why I’m crying. But the tears make the world wobble.
I take a quick breath, but it doesn’t help. “Halt!”
They back off instantly, and I sit up, then race to his bathroom and slam the door shut. I brace on the counter and sob. How…how can I do this? How can I let them do everything for me? It’ll go wrong. It always does. I can’t?—
“Lou,” Houston says behind the door. “Are you okay?”
How do I even answer that?
“Need a minute.” I try to sound strong. I sound like I’m dying.
“Coming in,” Salem says as he barges into the room.
“Oh my god, what if I was peeing?”
“You think I haven’t seen a girl pee? Do you know how many dive bars we played at?” He shakes his head. “Not the point. What the fuck is up?”
Knox and Houston stand in the doorway, watching and trying not to crowd.
I wrap a towel around myself. I don’t know why. Then I sit on the closed toilet. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“No, you know exactly how to do what we were doing. I promise you.”
I have to tell them. We promised honesty.
But I don’t want to. It’s too hard.
“I don’t…you said that thing about taking care of me.”
Salem shrugs innocently. “So?”
“We love doing that,” Houston says.
Knox nods and listens.
“What happens when you stop loving…that?” Me. I mean me.
