Her cheeks turn a pretty pink in the dim light and her mouth dips open like she either wants a kiss or to share a secret. Maybe both.
“Professor Thurston.”
“Yes?”
“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice is quiet but strong and the brave way she holds my gaze makes me want to lock her away from the problems of the world and everything she ever needs will come from myself and my two friends.
“Answer my question and find out.” I rub strands of her hair together and draw my fingers back. “Glitter,” I muse.
“Fine,” she blurts out. “Yes. I was at a party.”
“Our party.”
She huffs with sass. “A detail my best friend failed to share at the time.”
Fire and spark. I like it.
“And?”
Her gaze drops to the floor by my feet and I take her chin, lifting it, waiting until her eyes are on me.
“You have nothing to be ashamed about.”
“I’m not that kind of girl, though. You have to believe me.”
Erik draws her back against his chest. His arms come around her and Preston reads my silent cues. He reaches forward, pushing her breasts up so I can feast.
“What kind of girl is that?”
“You know, one who just does things with strangers.”
She bites her lip nervously.
“But you liked it.”
“Well, yeah.”
Her head falls to Erik’s shoulder, her eyes drifting to half-mast. She arches in such a way her breasts are high and her eager little nipples look so hungry for my mouth.
I take one between my lips and roll my tongue over it.
“Did you know who fucked you so thoroughly, Jemma? Who you were giving your beautiful body to? Or did you do so willingly to complete strangers?”
“Tell the truth.”
Daemon is a little blunt in his demand, but softens when he pushes her long hair out of the way and nibbles at her neck.
When her answer doesn’t come fast enough, I flick the tip of one nipple and tug on the other.
Despite being turned on, she squares her shoulders and pride shoots through me. A woman strong enough to go after what she wants is a beautiful thing and makes my cock rock hard. A fact our Jemma doesn’t fail to see. Her gaze drags down my body and damn if she doesn’t have pre-cum spilling from my dick. Pleasure will come later. Right now, I want to hear what she has to say.
“What does it matter?”
She likes verbal tugs of war. Okay.
“It matters to us. Did you give your body to us? Or to strangers? There’s nothing to be ashamed of for seeking what you desire. There’s no judgment, sweetheart. We just need to know.” Daemon draws her chin toward him and I’m temporarily jealous of the way she lifts her lashes up and peers into his eyes. I see she has the same effect on my other friend too. His raging hard on is demanding attention. Erik is no better off. None of us are immune to the powers of our little coder who’d rather sit in a quiet corner than step outside her comfort zone.
Which has nagged at me for two days. Why now? What changed for her. I shove the thoughts to the side for now.