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Two, I didn’t flaunt my tits. I didn’t know my shirt was see-through.”
He took a step farther into the room. “Still, you’ve never seemed shy about your body before.”
“It’s my body. It’s up to me whether I want to show it off or not.”
He didn’t argue with that. “You’ve put on weight.”
My mouth dropped open in disbelief.
“I mean you look good,” he corrected before I could go off on him. “You look healthy.”
I glanced away. “I’ve been eating.” When silence took over and all he did was continue to stand there, I had to look at him again. “Is there anything else you would like to discuss while I stand here naked?”
He smirked. “I could think of a few more things.”
At first, I was shocked. Then I was just frustrated. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to try to drive me away all this time, and then when you finally make me realize that I’m changing things between you three and your future, you suddenly want me.”
His smirk dropped and his expression became unreadable. “I told you I’ve always wanted you.”
“But you didn’t want to want me,” I snapped. “I may be naive about relationships and the feelings that come with them, but I understand that I deserve someone who wants to want me.”
“I do.”
It just felt like words. “I don’t believe you.” I tossed my clothes on the bed and just stood there naked. “I think you just want to fuck me. So fuck me. Maybe we’ll both get it out of our systems.”
His eyes never left mine as he just stood there silently, which infuriated me into wanting to push his buttons.
“Do you want me on the bed? On my back? Or on all fours?”
That got me a reaction. His schooled expression slipped—turning into something so hard, his jaw muscle ticked.
“What was it you called me before?” I asked as I walked toward him. “Oh, right. A spoiled, entitled rich girl.” I came to a stop inches away from him. “Would you like this rich girl to get on her knees for you?” I reached for the button on his jeans and undid it. “How do you want me, Reid?”
As I started to pull down his zipper, his hand shot up and captured me by the back of my neck. He pulled me against him before he covered my mouth with his.
He was kissing me.
It took my mind a second to catch up to what was happening. Then I kissed him back. My lips moved with his. It was like we were hungry for each other. Starving after depriving ourselves of this intimacy. Except it wasn’t supposed to be intimate. It had to be just physical. So we could move on.
There was depth in the way his tongue danced with mine, the way his hands caressed my skin as they slid down my back. Forgetting the reasons why I started this in the first place, I pushed up onto my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting to be closer, wanting more of that deep feeling from him.
His hands went to the backs of my thighs and lifted me. Without breaking our kiss, he carried me over to the bed and laid me gently on my back. I reached for his pants again and managed to pull down his zipper completely before his mouth left mine.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he said, a little breathless.
“Then why did you kiss me?”
“To make you stop talking.” He exhaled heavily with his eyes closed. “And because I wanted to kiss you.” When he opened them again, he reached for the lounge set I had tossed on the bed prior to walking over to him. He shook them out, seeing only two pieces. “Where’s your underwear?”
“I didn’t want to wear any.”
“You’re trying to fucking kill me,” he grumbled as he tossed the shirt back on the bed and knelt to put my feet into my pants.
As he pulled the pants up my legs, I decided to be nice and lift my hips to help him finish putting them on.
Once he was done with that, he set his hands on either side of my head on the bed. His eyes glided all over me beneath him. He let out a groan before he brought his mouth back to mine. His kiss this time was messy, uncontrolled, frantic. He wanted me badly, desperately. Knowing that was enough to make me ache for him. Every inch of me.
“Please,” I begged when he managed to break away from me.
“Don’t beg,” he pleaded, closing his eyes again. His brow furrowed as if in pain. “I want to fuck you, but I don’t just want to fuck you.” He opened his eyes as he grabbed my shirt from the bed and took a step back. “I don’t want you out of my system.”
I sat up and let him put my shirt on me. “And when you three leave?”
“There’s no leaving you, don’t you get that?” he said.
“Why?”
“Fucking Roe.” He shook his head. “He may have brought you into our lives, but you made us fall for you.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked with a racing heart.
His eyes met mine. “You know exactly what it means. Figure out how to handle it and stop torturing Roe and Wyatt.”
Do I? My racing heart seemed to. “Does that mean I get to keep torturing you?” It was a challenge and a deflection.
“You’ve been torturing me from day one.” He grabbed my chin and kissed me one last time before he stalked out.
I sat there listening to him go through the front door and drive off on his motorcycle. I got up and began pacing.
When the thoughts, the questions, began to be too much, I grabbed shoes from my closet, sent a text to Bram telling him that I was going to Roe’s, and left.
I tried not to think as I drove, which was probably why I couldn’t remember most of the drive to Roe’s house. His motorcycle was parked in the driveway, but Wyatt’s car was gone. Then I remembered Wyatt was working today.
I knocked on the front door and shifted my weight from one foot to the other nervously.
The door opened, revealing Roe in nothing more than black sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His chest and tattoos were on full display. He looked me up and down. I didn’t know what he saw on my face. I was refusing to think, so I wasn’t being careful about my expression.
He silently stepped back, a gesture for me to come in. With zero thoughts I walked in, set my keys on the coffee table, and just stood in his living room.
“What’s going on?” he asked as he closed the door.
I spun around to face him. “Do you love me?”
For a moment he was surprised. Then he recovered, looking sure of himself. “Yes.”
“Do I love you?” I touched my chest. “Is that what this is?”
“I can’t feel for you, Lottie. So I don’t know.”
I rubbed at my forehead as I battled with myself not to overthink. I needed to just bleed it all out like I did when I drew. Just bleed it out.
For however long I stood there, he was silent. Patient. Waiting.
“I kept waiting for it to get easier to be without you,” I finally said. “I thought that if it did, I could walk away if I needed to.” I met his eyes. “I thought that there was still time to change how we feel about each other. But every minute this past week has felt agonizingly longer because I’ve missed you so fucking much. It’s as if I can’t exist anymore without you. Is that what love is? Feeling incomplete when you’re not with me?” I brought both of my hands to my chest and held them there. “Is that what this is, Roe? Because if it is, I love you and it’s too late for me to walk away.”
Before I finished speaking, he closed the space between us in three large strides, took me in his arms, and slammed his mouth onto mine. He held me as he poured everything he felt into the way he kissed me, and I could feel it all. I was important, special, wanted, all of it, and his.
Like Reid had earlier, he grabbed me by the backs of my thighs. Without breaking our kiss, he carried me to his room. Holding me with one arm under my butt, he closed and locked his door. Slowly, he lowered me to my feet by his bed. Only then did he finally break away.
“No interviews today, Mr. Walker,” I said as I reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off.
He grabbed my bare waist and brought my chest against his. His hand cupped my cheek as his thumb stroked just below my bottom lip. “What are your expectations of me, Ms. Kendry?”
“Show me you love me,” I answered as I slipped my fingertips into the waistbands of his sweatpants and boxers and pushed them down slowly. His cock sprang free and hit my belly as they fell around his ankles. Gazing into his eyes, I trailed my fingers up the sides of his thighs and his hips.
“I can do that,” he said just before kissing me sweetly. Then his lips trailed down my neck. He pushed back my hair and placed a kiss on my shoulder. He began kneeling slowly, his mouth moving over my skin as he descended. As he reached my nipple, his tongue flicked out for a taste, making me suck in a quick breath.
He knelt the rest of the way from there, pulling my pants down as he went. The loose fabric pooled around my feet. He stared up at me as his hands slid around the backs of my knees and traveled up. I held my breath when his gaze dropped to my pussy just before he leaned in. His mouth felt warm against my skin and his tongue even warmer as it slid over my clit. I reached down to grip his soft charcoal-black hair. He licked me again and again, making me push up to my tiptoes.
After satisfying himself with just tasting me, he stood and lifted me by my butt. “Wrap your legs around me.”
I did. He climbed onto the bed and laid me down slowly.
The flat position wasn’t the best to be in for too long and I didn’t want anything to ruin this moment. As he leaned down to kiss me, I put a hand on his chest. “Did Wyatt talk to you?”
He frowned.
“About what Bobby said,” I added.
A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, he really enjoyed giving Reid and me a detailed explanation of what Bobby said. Are you uncomfortable?”
I nodded. “I need a pillow.”
He grabbed one and helped put it under my head and shoulders. “Better?”
I nodded again.
He peppered my lips with small kisses as he moved a hand between my legs. His fingers found my opening, and he pushed two inside me. I moaned as I ran my hands up his arms until I reached his shoulders.
Roe leaned back so he could watch me as he continued to pump his fingers in and out. I felt pressure build a little and stop. Then his thumb found my clit.
“Yes. Keep doing that,” I instructed as I closed my eyes.
“I know how to make you come, Lottie.” His lips brushed mine. “But unless you want me to stop, open your eyes.”
I forced them open.
Staring into my eyes, he said, “I want to see what I do to you.”
My bent legs began to shake and press against him as he built me up and up. As if knowing I needed something more to make me explode, he curled his fingers in me.
I cried out as I shattered.
He kissed me as my body shook and his fingers didn’t stop pumping until my orgasm eased. After he pulled them from me, the two with the butterfly across them, he put them into his mouth and sucked them clean.
Finished licking me off of him, he leaned back to reach into his nightstand drawer. As he returned to me, I saw that he’d retrieved a condom. I watched as he sat back on his haunches between my legs and rolled it on.
It was then that I got a good look at Roe’s size. He was more endowed than the first guy I had been with. When Roe crawled back over me, I put my hand on his chest again. “Roe.”
He smiled. “Yes, Lottie?”
“The first guy I was with was a lot smaller than you. As you proceed, please be mindful that I’ve never had something of your size inside me before.”
His smile twitched like he was trying not to laugh. “I promise to be mindful of that.” He grabbed the back of one of my knees, lifting it higher and spreading me open wider as he eased his cock inside me very slowly.

I stretched around him as he went deeper and deeper until he was fully sheathed.
He exhaled heavily, like he had been holding his breath, and cursed. “I hope you know you’re not going home anytime soon.” He grabbed the back of my other knee. “I’m going to need you more than once, Lottie.” Pushing my bent legs up farther and wider apart, he stared down at where we were connected and withdrew. He groaned at the sight. Then his eyes traveled up, taking in all of me naked beneath him. “I’ve wanted you for so long. This almost doesn’t feel real.”
I reached for him. “It’s real.”
He released one of my legs so he could hold himself over me. Even in this intimate haze we were slipping into, he was being careful with my still-sore body. Once he was close enough, I framed his face with my hands before bringing his mouth to mine. We kissed slowly, passionately, and didn’t stop even as he moved in and out of me at a languid pace.
We were so connected in that moment, I also wondered if it was all a dream.
Each roll of his hips ground us together. The build to release was slow and excruciatingly good to the point that tears leaked out of my eyes.
“I’m coming,” I said against his mouth. He swallowed each word and then my moans as I came. My core contracted around him tightly, making him groan, and the pace of his thrusts sped up until his own release hit him.
He pulled away just enough to meet my eyes. He lowered one of my legs until my foot touched the mattress, then brought that hand up to swipe away a trail of my tears.
“You’re mine,” he said. It wasn’t a question this time.
“Yes, but I think I’m also theirs.” I didn’t have to say who.
“I can only share you with them. No one else.”
“I can’t share you with anyone else.” It wasn’t fair, but I just couldn’t.
“There will never be anyone else,” he said before kissing me over my heart. Then he moved down to my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and made me shudder as he tugged on it with his teeth.
“I want to have you again,” he said against my skin.
I shifted my hips, moving myself on him and making him groan; he had yet to pull out of me. I rolled my hips again as I snaked my fingers into his hair. “Then have me again.”

52%

We didn’t just have sex one more time. We made love for hours until we were sated, worn out, and we fell asleep.
It was dark out when there was pounding on Roe’s bedroom door.
“Roe!” Noble called out from the other side.
“Yeah?” Roe asked as he sat up, rubbing his face.
“Is Charlotte in there with you?”
Roe glanced down at me, completely naked and curled up against him. He tucked some of my wild hair behind my ear. “Yes.”
Noble sighed on the other side of the door. “Send her out. Bram’s here.”
I shot up and we both jumped out of bed. We got dressed very quickly.
“Might be best if you stay in here,” I said.
Roe grabbed a shirt from his closet and put it on. “I’m not a coward, Lottie.”
We walked together into Roe’s living room, where Noble and Bram stood waiting. Noble had his hands laced behind his neck, looking stressed, while Bram had his arms folded over his chest, looking angry.
The moment Bram saw me, his arms dropped to his sides. “You have not returned my calls or texts for hours. Hours, Charlotte!”
I almost flinched. Instead, my body locked up. “I’m sorry. I haven’t checked my phone.” If I was being honest, I wasn’t sure where it was.
Bram’s eyes flicked to Roe standing at my side, then back to me again. “And why haven’t you checked your phone? What were you doing that was so distracting?”
“We fell asleep,” I forced myself to say.
The anger coming off of him was palpable. “You expect me to believe you came over here and took a nap for five fucking hours?”
I fisted my hands at my sides so they wouldn’t shake. “Please change your tone.” I tried to put strength in my voice, but it came out weak.
Roe’s hand went to the small of my back. “You’re scaring her.”
Bram glared at him. “I recommend you don’t fucking speak. Out of respect for your father, I haven’t snapped your neck yet.”
Roe didn’t listen. “All she can see is that you’re angry.”
“I am angry!” Bram yelled.
I knew he wouldn’t hit me, but I was still scared. I was fighting it with all my might and failing. The best thing I could do was grab ahold of the anger and frustration at how pathetic it was—how pathetic I was. “Why?!” I exploded. “Why are you angry? Because I was having sex with my boyfriend? I’m an adult, Bram. What the hell were you doing at my age?”
“It’s different,” he shot back.
“You’re right. It is different. I love him and he’s good to me. He helped pull me out of hell and brought me to you. All of which is more than you could say when you fucked my mother!”
It went quiet.
Noble, who hadn’t said anything since Roe and I came into the living room, exhaled through pursed lips as he stared wide-eyed at the floor.
Bram put his hands on his hips and closed his eyes. “I am angry.” His tone came out calmer. “Because I thought something happened to you when you didn’t answer your phone.” His eyes opened, meeting mine. “It scared me.”
“You’re scaring me right now,” I admitted, also in a calmer tone. “Logically, I know you won’t hit me, but it’s the only experience I have with an angry parent.”
His demeanor shifted. Instead of being puffed up, he deflated and sighed. “I’m sorry. I should have handled this better.”
My body began to relax and the fear eased. “I’m sorry, too. I think I left my phone in the car. I was with Roe. I was safe. I didn’t think I’d have to check in as much,” I explained. “And I’m sorry for what I said just now. It was either be angry or scared and I just didn’t want to be scared.”
He stepped closer and put his hand on top of my head. “It’s okay, kid. I’m glad you were safe.”
I sighed and moved closer until I could wrap my arms around his middle.
His hand on top of my head moved to the back of it and his other arm wrapped across my back.
As we hugged each other, Noble said, “I’m so glad I had a son.”
“You will be saying goodbye to that son if he hurts my daughter,” Bram grumbled.
I pulled away from Bram, shaking my head.
“With that attitude, you better be prepared for him to marry her,” Noble said to him.
Bram did not look like he liked that.
Noble rolled his eyes before staring at me for a moment, then looking back at Bram. “It serves you right that you ended up with a kid just like you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bram asked him.
Noble shook his head as he walked toward the kitchen. “I’m getting a beer. Want one?”
Bram followed him.
I looked up at Roe. “Are we alike? Bram and me?”
He rubbed the back of his head. “After what just happened? Yeah.”
I frowned. I didn’t see it. I was about to ask him to explain, but the front door opened and Wyatt walked in.
“Honey, I’m finally home,” he said tiredly, his face downcast. After closing the front door, he finally noticed us. Or should I say, me.
His face lit up. “Well, hello there, joint thief.” He came right over to me and pulled me to him before kissing the hell out of me.
“Ah, shit,” Noble said, sounding stressed.
Wyatt broke away and stared over my head toward the kitchen.
“Charlotte,” Bram said, his tone laced with stress and confusion.
I slowly turned, bracing for him to erupt. Both he and Noble were standing just outside the kitchen in the dining room, staring right at us. “Yes?” I asked innocently.
“Just how many boyfriends do you have?” He kept his voice calm.
“Three,” I answered.
Noble cursed under his breath as he went back into the kitchen. The sound of cabinets opening and closing could be heard.
“Is the third Reid?” Bram asked.
“Yes, but don’t tell him,” I said. “I’m torturing him.”
Wyatt snorted.
“You’re torturing him?” Bram repeated.
“Yes.”
Bram glanced toward the ceiling for a moment as if praying to the Almighty for strength or patience. “Why?”
I thought about it and figured a simple answer was best. “Because he pissed me off.”
He appeared to like that reason. “At least there’s that.” He then stared down at his beer, pondering with a frown. “How does this work?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” Noble said as he returned. He took Bram’s beer bottle and replaced it with a tumbler of amber-colored spirit. “Just drink.”
“Okay, then,” Wyatt said, drawing my and Roe’s attention. “It’s Saturday night. What are we doing?”
“What time is it?” Roe asked.
“Almost seven,” Wyatt answered.
I went over to the coffee table and picked up my keys. “I want to go out. While you two decide what we are going to do, I’m going home to get changed. Pick me up when you’ve decided.” I headed for the door. “Bram, I’m heading home.”
“I’m right behind you,” Bram said.
“I gotta get back to work,” I heard Noble say as I left.
Walking to my car, I exhaled heavily as I processed what had just happened. The more I went over it in my head, the lighter I felt. It was like things were the way they were supposed to be.

55%

Vivian was the one to answer the door. “You must be Lemon. Come on in.”
As Lemon walked inside, her eyes took in everything quickly before they landed on me. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I greeted her as I eyed her pretty, berry-wine-colored, chiffon tie-strap minidress, which I knew had cost two thousand dollars, and cute black strappy heels that were seven hundred. She was holding a five-thousand-dollar clutch. Then I spotted the sparkle of black diamond studs in her ears. “Mac⁠—”
“I’ll fix it like I fixed you,” she whispered to me before giving Lemon a smile. “Hi, Lemon. I’m Mac.” She hooked arms with her and led her to my room. “I really love this dress, but so will every drunk sicko we walk by at Noble’s.”
Mac was such a whirlwind. I shook my head as I followed them.
A half hour later, the three of us were finishing getting ready in my bathroom. Lemon was sitting on the closed toilet as Mac worked on her hair. I was standing in front of the sink as I added the last touches to my makeup. My hair was done; thanks to Vivian, it had soft curls in it. I had chosen my outfit instead of Mac. I was dressed in high-rise black leggings and a white crop top with long lace sleeves. I was kind of going for a mixture of my old life and my new one.
“I guess you finally decided to stop torturing Roe and Wyatt,” Mac said as she finished pinning Lemon’s curled hair in a messy updo with a few tendrils left loose. We had raided my closet, which included my old clothes Prue had brought over and my new ones Mac had bought. We’d ended up picking a sleeveless brown bodysuit and light ripped jeans for Lemon to wear. Both pieces were mine, but only thanks to Mac. The top and jeans went well with Lemon’s strappy black heels and black diamond earrings.
“You were torturing the guys you like?” Lemon asked.
I sighed before going into detail about my relationship with Roe, Wyatt, and Reid up until a week ago. “I didn’t mean to torture them. I thought I was doing right by them to take the time to figure out what I really wanted. From them and my future. Roe worked so hard for his. He’s dealt with the assholes at Kendry for four fucking years for it. Me? My life was planned for me. Now it’s not. For the first time, I can make decisions for myself.
“I thought I wanted art school. But now, I wonder if I just enjoyed having any pipe dream to fantasize about because my life wasn’t my own. Would I be disappointed if I didn’t get in? Yes. Or happy if I did? Also yes. But none of it mattered a few weeks ago because I wasn’t going to go there anyway. I had to go to Brown or wherever else my mother told me to go. Now I’m not limited to just one pipe dream anymore. I could do anything. I don’t have to settle for just that art school in California. I could live out of a suitcase and travel the world, drawing beautiful things I see as I go. I could try to get a job at a gallery like Stewart’s. I could create an online following and sell my art that way. I could try to get into the art schools in Massachusetts near MIT, which is one of the schools Roe wants to get into. Or I could go to that art school in California, which happens to be near Stanford, another school he’s hoping to get into.”
“It seems drawing and art are your passion and what you want in your future no matter what. You’re just indecisive on the direction you want to go in,” Lemon said.
I nodded. “I haven’t had my whole life to think about the right path to take. Drawing kept me sane. It helped me survive. I need to have it in my life. This past week has been me trying to figure how I want to do that, and I wanted to make my decision without the influence of the guys. I needed to know if I had to or could walk away from them so all of us could pursue our dreams.”
“So what did you choose?” Lemon asked, clearly wanting me to get to the point.
“She obviously chose them,” Mac said.
“As long as I have charcoal and paper, I can go anywhere, but I don’t want to go anywhere without the guys,” I said.
“I’m happy for you and envious at the same time,” Lemon said with a sigh. “I want three boyfriends.”
“Nope. Too many cocks for me. I’m a one-cock, preferably a big one, girl,” Mac said.
“But imagine the sex,” Lemon gushed.
“All I can imagine is multiple cocks flopping in my face demanding attention,” Mac griped. “Selfish bastards.”
I snorted, trying very hard not to laugh.
“I want to be worshiped, desired, and made love to. Not used for their pleasure like a sex doll,” Mac explained.
Lemon groaned. “That’s not how it works. The right guys wouldn’t do that.”
“Unless you wanted them to use you like that,” I added.
Lemon smiled. “It does sound kind of hot.”
Mac shook her head. “It sounds degrading.”
“Imagine being blindfolded,” Lemon said. “You don’t know whose hands are on you or who’s fucking you. You don’t have to do anything but take what they’re doing to you. You get off on the experience. They get off on being able to do whatever they want to you, and if they’re the right guys, they want to get you off and watch you get off on what they’re doing to you. The cock-flopping selfish bastards, as you call them, are the type who will only last thirty seconds or, because you gave them free rein, they’ll unimaginatively try to stick it in your ass.”
“If you’re having sex with multiple guys at the same time, won’t one of them be taking you there anyway?” Mac asked.
Lemon shrugged. “I’ve never had multiple boyfriends. I’ve only read about situations like these.”
They both glanced toward me. I gaped. “Why are you two looking at me?”
“You’re the one with all the boyfriends,” Mac said with a smile.
I rolled my eyes. “I think it depends on what the girl is into.”
Mac’s smile only grew. “And are you?”
“Am I what?” I asked, playing dumb.
“Into it?” Lemon said. Both her and Mac were staring, waiting for me to answer.
I scratched behind my ear with my nail as I thought about it. “I’ve never done that before, so I don’t know.”
“Would you be open to it?” Mac asked.
I shrugged. “Eventually, after being together for a while, yes.”
They both giggled and made catcalls at me. I rolled my eyes and looked one last time in the mirror. As I went to wipe the corner of my mouth where my dark red lipstick was smudged, something behind me in the mirror caught my eye. Standing by the door were Wyatt and Roe. I froze as I took in them staring at me.
Wyatt smiled as he stepped into the small room. “Not to be a cock-flopper and rush things, but are you ladies almost ready?”
His voice startled Mac and Lemon.
“What the heck, Wy!” Mac yelled at him. “Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?”
Wyatt’s smile turned into a smirk and that was answer enough.
I felt a slight twinge of embarrassment, but it quickly disappeared and I fixed my lipstick. “I still need to get my shoes on.” I turned to head out of the bathroom.
Roe’s and Wyatt’s eyes followed me as I walked by. I grabbed black platform ankle boots with five-inch heels and some socks. I sat on the bed and glanced toward my boyfriends. “Will one of you help me put these on?”
Roe came over and knelt in front of me. He looked good. They both did. Roe was wearing blue jeans, a white T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and boots. Wyatt had on black jeans, a dark brown graphic T-shirt, and a thin jean jacket with the sleeves rolled up.
Roe’s lip piercing glinted in the light as he put on my socks and then slipped my boots on. After he was done, his hands slid up my legs over my black leggings until he reached the sides of my thighs. He stared at me. “You look pretty.”
I smiled and almost leaned down to kiss him. Then I remembered my lipstick and held myself back.
The girls came out of the bathroom looking gorgeous. Mac looked from Roe to me. “Are we ready? ’Cause I need a drink.”
I grabbed my bloodstone necklace from where I kept it on the bedside table and put it on. “I’m ready.”