His icy blue eyes lock on to me at the noise I made unconsciously and they drag down my body, taking in the leggings, long sweater, and thick socks I’m wearing. I almost gasp again as those eyes heat up with want.
“Y-you look…really nice, Beck.”
His eyes narrow and he strides toward me, backing me up against the hall wall, caging me in with his thick arms on either side of my head.
“Don’t do that. I’ve seen you do that before and I don’t like it.”
I swallow hard against the case of nerves suddenly filling me as a hot throb pulses between my legs at how close he is to me and will myself to speak.
“D-do what?” I squeak out.
“You censor yourself. You don’t say what you really think. You play it safe, Peaches. You hide.”
He’s completely right but no one has ever seen it before and called me on it. I don’t know if what happened between Jude, Tate and I helps to give me the courage or not but with his mouth so close to mine and his warm, spicy scent wrapping itself around me, I say exactly what I thought at seeing him look like this.
“I think, looking like that, you could get me pregnant…with just the tip.”
His blue eyes go electric with lust and a growl of need falls from his pouty lips as he leans even closer to me. One of his big hands drops from the wall to grab the hem of my sweater, lifts it and presses a blazing hot palm against my stomach and squeezes lightly. His voice comes out in a deep growl.
“Not just the tip, all of me. Deep inside you, Peaches, so I could flood you with my cum.”
He drops his head and runs his nose up the side of my face inhaling me and wet heat fills my pussy as my eyes flutter closed.
“I would fill you again and again and when my cum started to leak out of you…I’d push it back in…with my tongue.”
My core pulses and my clit throbs at his filthy words. My face must be the color of a tomato from how hard I’m blushing and thank God for the wall I’m leaning against or I’d be on the floor right now.
Beck pulls back from me with a slight smirk and runs one finger over my bottom lip, tracking it with his eyes. “Stop hiding, Peaches and you’ll get all you could ever want and so much more. Have a good night.”
He leaves me there, a quivering mess against the wall, without a look back. I almost jump out of my skin when Jude’s shoulder hits the wall beside me. Guilt flashes fast and hard that I’m shamelessly lusting after his friend. Jude tilts my chin up and he must read the guilt in my eyes because he grins and bites his bottom lip.
“Remember what I did to your body this morning, baby doll? How good I made you feel?”
I swallow hard and nod, thinking he’s reminding me that I’m his.
“Now imagine how it would have felt…with two mouths on you. Or maybe even more...”
My mouth drops open in shock as he cocks an eyebrow and looks at me like he is daring me to answer. It’s only a moment though and I haven’t begun to process that bombshell before he tugs me away from the wall.
“Let’s eat. I’m starving!”
I stumble after him trying to wrap my head around the fact that Jude just told me I could have all his friends. Fuck.
SAVY
“As sorry as I am that you lost everything in the fire, you have to look at the silver lining, babes,” Stella tells me as she holds up a pair of skinny jeans.
I give her a side-eye and wait for the punchline I know is coming. “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”
She hits me with a wink. “All that fucking corduroy must have burned hot and fast.”
I sigh deeply, mourning all my corduroy skirts and slacks that made up a good portion of my wardrobe and I briefly wonder if I can get Martha to send me a care package. I don’t even know what stores she shopped at to find it all. I chew on my lip as Stella adds the skinny jeans to the pile of clothes she wants me to try on. I don’t think I’ve ever owned a pair of jeans before, let alone a skinny pair. Martha didn’t think jeans were classy on a lady. That reminds me of my extreme lack of ladylike behavior lately and butterflies go off in my stomach. As if she can tell where my mind went, Stella circles us back to everything I told her had happened lately.
“Does it scare you? Being with more than one of them, I mean. You’ve kinda went from zero to a hundred almost instantly. First the quarterback, then his teammate, and now maybe his other roommate.”
I make a face at how that makes me sound like a slut and then stop to consider if maybe I am. I haven’t had sex with any of them…yet…but I have been with both Jude and Tate in other ways. Now I can’t get Beckett’s words out of my head or Jude’s easy acceptance of it either. Maybe I am a slut now. I’m living in a house with three…four…men that I’m attracted to and having them all touching me, fucking me, doesn’t disgust me. It turns me on more than I thought I could be. I grumble under my breath, fucking Faerie porn has completely ruined me!
“Whoa, whoa, Savy! I wasn’t shaming you, babe. I was just checking in to see if you’re comfortable with all this.”
