“Don’t,” Craig shakes his head, “I’m tired of having a girlfriend who never wants to spend time with me. Whatever you’ve been doing, do it by yourself.”
“What are you saying?”
“You should have been there, As.” Craig shrugs, pulling Makaya down the hall.
I blink. A tear falls down my cheek. I’m dreaming. I have to be. My head hurts too badly to think straight. Everything hurts. My head, my stomach, my chest. Everything.
Slamming my fist into my locker, I refuse to watch them leave. If I don’t watch them go, it’s not real. I can pretend it’s fine. I can pretend my stupid headaches didn’t just destroy my entire life.
My chest heaves forair, jolting me awake. I try rolling over, but the pressure of ten weighted blankets holds me in place. Early beams of light seep into the room,invading my senses even with my eyes closed.
I don’t remember opening the blinds before I went to bed. Come to think of it, my blankets are never this heavy. I don’t even remember crawling into bed.I can’t tell if it’s morning or afternoon, if I should be sleeping or awake. My internal clock is entirely messed up from my last attack and random sleep schedule. Forget cracked, it’s shattered beyond recovery.
But I’m awake now. At least partially awake enough to realize I’m not in my bed. Not in my room. And I’m definitely not buried under a mountain of blankets.Groaning, I force one eye open and glance around.
Blond hair and muscles cloud my vision from every angle. My heart speeds up. Blinking, I force my other eye open.
Nope, there are no blankets on me. Not a single one. Instead, two half-naked men act as my covering. Their legs tangle with mine. Their arms lay draped over my body, one cupping my thigh, the other, my boob.
I blink and it all rushes back to me, my foggy brain deciding to churn its rusty wheels. The camping trip yesterday. We’re inside the back of their truck.Brendan’s dirty, red truck that I’ve basically been vandalizing for the last week. And now, I’m snuggling with them both in the back of it.
Shifting until I’m on my side so I can breathe, they cling to me tighter. From behind, Brendan nuzzles his head in my hair. His lips brush my neck.
Heat radiates down my spine, like the trickle of a shallow creek.
His hand reaches around, latching back onto my breast and palming it through my T-shirt in slow, lazy motions.
The heat inside me grows, blooming like a spring tree, reaching every little nerve and inch of my being.
In front of me, Breckin stretches. His muscles flex against my body before he grips my hips and pulls me flush against him.
My heart speeds up, my breath coming in short bursts.This cannot be happening.
“Asra,” he whispers my name as his lips connect with my neck. His hard erection presses against my belly. From behind me, another huge bulge digs into my ass.
I groan, shimmying between them.Yep, this is definitely happening.
In an instant, they’re all over me. Mouths, hands, legs, it’s like they’re everywhere all at once.
It’s all too much and not nearly enough. Last night, the phantom remnants of pain from my last attack kept me still, not wanting to push my body too far. And they never took things further or pressured me. But now, my only ache is between my legs. I’m wetter than I can ever remember being. I roll my ass in a circle against Brendan’s hard erection. The slight movement sends heat pooling in my most delicate region.
He moans into my ear and grabs my hips, pulling me back. “That’s it, Little Girl,” he grinds his hips in a circle, matching my own rhythm, “you want this?”
My back arches, Breckin swallows my moan as his lips connect with mine. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he tugs my body flush against his.
Sandwiched between them, I can feel every inch of their strong, muscled bodies, even through my clothes. My heart races, desire taking over and controlling every one of my frenzied movements.
Breckin kisses me, long and slow. His hips echo his brother’s as they grind against me in all the right places.
“Think you can handle us both?” Brendan whispers in my ear as he nibbles on my neck.
I moan, my back arching even farther as I reach my arms out, one in front, the other behind me, holding on to both of them.
“Think that little pussy of yours can handle both of our big dicks?”
They rotate their hips in unison, their hard bulges sliding against the apex of my thighs and ass crack.
I whimper into Breckin’s mouth, unable to formulate a single thing to say.He can’t honestly mean it, can he? Still, I can’t help how my body responds to his words.