Chapter 43

Winnie I only get to put on my jacket before I’m no longer alone inside the hallway. Jake is the first one to appear. His broad arms are crossed over his muscular, slightly hairy chest, and it’s hard to stay mad at him when his eyes fall on mine.

An apology is written in those blues, and when he sighs, and his arms leave his chest, I yelp. Suddenly my feet are no longer on the ground but kicking in the air.

“W-what are you doing?!”

“We need to talk,” comes his answer, and I’m placed over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Anger throbs in my temples, and it worsens when I notice Mark smiling at me from the stairs.

“We can’t have you leave yet, Princess.”

“Princess?!” I growl at him. “Don’t call me that!”

I barf at that nickname. It’s what Damon Salvatore called Elena Gilbert in the Vampire Diaries books. I hate that nickname, and I know exactly why Mark is using it: to get under my skin.

“Why? You love to be called Princess,” he grins wickedly. “Also, I’m glad we have reached an understanding. We can sort a few things out now that you’re staying.”

“Understanding?!” I exclaim and try to hit Jake’s back. “This is kidnapping! Put me down!”

I squirm and fight, but Jake doesn’t even mind me. In the past, I was the top dog. When the fuck did things change?!

In second grade, I was larger than both twins. Girls usually grow faster than guys, and I used that against them. If they had a toy I wanted, I tackled them and stole it.

It was the prime time of my life. Mark and Jake were easy to deal with then, but I can do nothing now.

Jake sits down on the couch, and I’m straddling his lap. My eyes glare into his stupidly pretty face until he talks.

“I want to make something clear.”

Venom gathers in my mouth. I’m about to throw Jake my worse insults but grow speechless once he leans closer. Is he trying to kiss me?!

My heart stumbles over itself when his lips inch closer. “W-what are you doing now?!”

“I think you’re gorgeous,” Jake murmurs, and his warm breath hits my face. Mark is in the background, yet his eyes only pay attention to me. “And sure, Mark and I were having fun with you, but that doesn’t mean something isn’t here.”

“Nothing is here!” I growl, but my words don’t sound convincing even in my ears.

“Really?” He sounds hurt.

“Mhm,” I narrow my eyes. “All I want is to go home because I’m fucking tired of your games!”

“Games?” His tone sounds almost angry.” I’m not playing any games right now.”

“Liar!”

He breathes a laugh. “Are you angry because you think we only pretended we wanted you? Because I’m having trouble understanding how to fake a hard-on, Winnie.”

My eyes widen, and my following sentence. vanishes into thin air. I planned to yell at Jake to put me down, but… I’m no longer in control. Jake is hard underneath me, and it’s distracting. My legs are spread over his thick, muscular thighs, and my head spins with lust.

He wants me?

Shock crashes over me, and Jake smiles while moving some hair away from my burning cheeks. “I want you, Winnie… do you want me as much as I want you?”

Heat flares in his eyes as he looks at me, and a muscle in his jaw ticks as his gaze lower to my breast.

I’m not naked, but I might as well have been. Jake looks at me like I’m God’s greatest gift to men. How could I have missed that in the past?

Desire throbs between my legs, and I suddenly wish we weren’t wearing underwear. I’m fighting not to rub my pussy against Jake’s hard-on. He has won me over with a simple, smoldering look.

Goddamn, he is sexy.

I lift my eyes to his beautifully sculpted chest. He is a bit more swollen than his brother. His pecs are like a full shelf, and his neck… holy fuck, those traps are hot.

Something shifts in me, and I squirm in his lap. The anger has evaporated from my system, and I breathe, “Can I touch you?”

Surprise flickers in his eyes. Jake didn’t expect this outcome. And when he nods, I reach out my hands, feeling up his neck and shoulders while peering down at his abs.

“Holy fucking shit…”

There is a gleam in Jake’s eyes, pride, and satisfaction. He watches me as my eyes lower to his sizeable bulge, and then he says, “I will show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Don’t forget about me. I want to be part of this too.” Mark joins in on the conversation, and when I turn around, he is standing there, wearing only his boxer briefs.

I jolt as his tones chest, and v-lines come into view. Jesus. Like his brother, he is made of muscles and has honest-to-God washboard abs. He is more ripped than swollen, and I blink back a surge of lust, trying to reel it in.

It doesn’t work.

Marl’s grin is confident, and his cocky personality shines through. Screw him for looking so damn good. I should be mad at him for admitting he was only messing around, but damn.

“You like?” Mark asks. “Because I know I like you and would love to see what hides.

underneath.”

My eyes go wide. I glance between them, ” Wait… both of you?”

Jake shrugs. “We have never shared before…

but… isn’t that what you wanted?”

“And why you got mad at us?” Mark asks.

You thought that was our plan, and when you found out it wasn’t, you ran out of the room.”

My cheeks redden. “Noticed that, didn’t you?

Mark chuckles. “Mhm, but that’s alright. We can make your fantasies come true, Winnie, “I shudder when he says my name, and hist cocky smile only widens. “Think you can handle two cocks?”

I go dumb from those words. The tone Mark used was teasing and joking. Yet his eyes hint at him being entirely serious. It sets my heart in motion. I’m so turned on.

Losing my v-card to my childhood friend or friends?

I want that. The experience, the wrongness of doing it with two people. I shiver in my skin at the thought.

All my life, girls have called me a slut and assumed I slept with Andrew, Nathan, and the twins. I never did, but fuck if I don’t want to enjoy both these men in men. 1 I want them.

Both of them.

Just tonight. What is the harm in that? It’s not like I’m falling in love. I’m just consumed by lust.

“Well…” I let out a nervous laugh, and then I look up at Jake’s face. I’m one-hundred- percent aware of his fat cock still being hard. “How about you? What do you want?”