I couldn’t help laughing when Weston groaned. I glanced over at him but Hayes pinched my chin between his thumb and index finger to demand my focus. I took a deep breath and tried to shake my head.
“Words, baby.” Cash spoke from behind me, his hand twisting my ponytail.
“No second thoughts. I want this.”
“But?” Hayes wasn’t cutting me any slack.
I swallowed nervously and pressed my tongue into one of my canine teeth. I hadn’t been embarrassed the night we met. My desires had developed and twisted since that night, though. I’d had time to fantasize and I was sure my desires made me a pervert, just like Cash had jokingly said.
“Cassidy.”
“What if the things I want are…wrong?” I watched Hayes’ face pinch in confusion. “I think I might really be a pervert. I’ve never wanted the things I want now but you guys gave me time to imagine things while you hated me and my brain just…went straight to the gutter.”
Hayes knelt in front of me and grinned. He looked so carefree and happy that I almost wanted to punch him. I was freaking out and making a fool of myself. What was so great? “You’re not a pervert. Or maybe you are but then so are we. You don’t think we’ve spent lots of lonely showers thinking of you in the filthiest ways?”
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” Had those words come out ofmymouth? It was official; my vagina was behind the wheel.
Weston growled as he stalked closer. “And if the things we want are filthier than you could’ve imagined? Will you run scared?”
Tension melted away at the intensity of his words. At the same time my core heated and wept for attention. “No.”
Cash, never one to back down from a challenge, knelt behind me and wrapped my hair around his fist tighter to tilt my head back so it rested on his chest. “Some of those lonely showers were filled with dreams of you choking on my dick and begging me to come all over those perfect tits.”
A full body shudder made him laugh softly against my ear. I took a shaky breath and met Weston’s hard gaze. His cowboy hat was tipped up on his head and it made him even hotter.
“I want to fuck you until you cry and beg me to stop because you can’t come again. I wouldn’t stop, though, sweetheart.” He squatted next to me and rested one of his elbows on his strong thigh. “I want to fucking ruin you.”
I whimpered like a wounded animal from the need that was so strong it’d turned to an ache. Cash still had my hair and he pulled tighter while dragging his other hand around my ribcage and up to my breast. He pinched my nipple until the pleasure flirted with pain and I wanted to tell them that I was already ruined.
Hayes stood again and held my gaze, only breaking it to pull his shirt off. He licked his lips and unbuttoned his jeans. The sound of the zipper slowly lowering would haunt me forever. “I imagined you in here with us like this. A continuation of our first night together. I fucked my hand over and over while thinking of you bent forward, sucking West’s dick while I fucked that tight ass. The image of you pinned between me and Cash, stuffed so full of cock that you wouldn’t walk right for days, and still wanting more felt so goddamn real. Begging for West’s dick down your throat again so you have all of us. I don’t just wantto ruin you, Strawberry. I want to mold you around our cocks and make you addicted. I never want to have to worry about you walking away because we’re the drug you can’t quit.”
46
***Cass***
Ivibrated with such an all-consuming need that I didn’t think I would ever be fully satisfied. I was already addicted. I would never get enough of them.
The room was still, filled only with the sounds of our labored breathing. Cash’s hand had tightened in my hair but there was no other indication of what he and Weston thought of Hayes’ declaration. Hayes’ firm gaze never wavered. He’d laid his cards out and simply waited for my response. I opened my mouth to say only god knows what but all that came out was a needy whine.
One side of his mouth lifted. “Your turn to show us yours, baby.”
He wanted me to form full thoughts? When my core felt like a faucet and was so ready for something inside it that my own hands inched closer? I licked my lips and tried. “Covered in…come.”
Cash bit my earlobe. “Whose come?”
I dug my nails into my thighs. “Y-yours.”
Hayes narrowed his eyes. “The whole thing, Cassidy.”
My voice shook as I forced the words past my lips. “I pictured being on my knees between the three of you. Letting you take turns using me. Not gently. Then you’d all cover me in come and c-call me your come slut. Just yours.”
He went down to his knees hard in front of me and in the back of my mind I thought of his injury but then all thoughts fizzled out because he was kissing me like he wanted to consume me. His hands gripped the sides of my neck, thumbs both pressing into the hollow of my throat where my pulse was beating wildly. He pulled back enough to bite my lip and growl into my mouth. “You want to be our come slut?”
I gasped as he shot back to his feet and looked at both of his brothers. They shared a silent look and then Weston let out a rumbling laugh that broke the tension and allowed me to breathe again.
“Well, goddamn, big bro. You put our confessions to shame.” Weston grinned at me. “It’s always the nice, quiet ones. And you, sweetheart. You’re a fucking gift, aren’t you?”
How I could still blush when I was on my knees with my chest out, I didn’t know, but I did. “I don’t see a bow.”
