It’s too important an opportunity to pass up.
“After class tomorrow, I dare you to meet me, Colby, and Micky at Mandy’s Motel. I’ll message you the room number.”
Ellie inhales long and deep. “You serious?”
“As a heartbeat.”
“Why?” she asks, still staring at the ceiling. I wonder if she’s noticed that there’s a crack in the plaster that’s shaped like an eagle’s head.
“Because I think you want it, and I definitely want it. After what happened in the closet, I want to show you how good it can be with all of us.”
She turns in my arms and looks deep into my eyes, and for a moment, I wonder if I’ve done the right thing. “Molly’s?” she asks.
Fuck. I thought she was going to say no.
I rest my hand against her heart, feeling the soft thud beneath my palm. “Tell me you want it? Make me believe it’s true, or the dare is off.”
She clasps her hand over mine and presses it harder against her warm skin. “I want it, Seb.”
Ellie waits to see if she’s done enough to convince me. I lean forward and kiss her, invading her mouth, needing to be inside her again. She groans and tugs at me, and I feel the truth in her touch. I believe her.
Drawing back, I smooth the hair from her face, resting my hands on both her cheeks. “Molly’s,” I whisper. “And don’t wear any panties.”
A small nod and a wide smile are her responses, and it’s enough.
It won’t be the first time I’ve shared a girl with my brothers. That aspect won’t be a big deal for us, but it will be for Ellie. Three against one. It’s a huge dare to give her. And we’re not small guys. Three massive guys and one small woman. She’s gonna need courage to take on those odds.
15
ELLIE
When the alarm goes off, it feels like some kind of sick joke. Three nights spent having amazing sex have caught up with me.
I wouldn’t say that it’s too much of a good thing as such. It’s more that my college schedule is getting in the way of me having a good time.
And boy, have I been having a good time!
The inside of my thighs feels bruised. My pussy is heavy and sore, and the tips of my nipples are practically raw. My lips won’t stop tingling or smiling.
So this is what awesome sex is like. It doesn’t just make you buzz when it’s happening. It fills you with butterflies and sparkles like tiny fairy lights. I’m practically vibrating with satisfaction. Is that even a thing?
Today is going to be different. There are no secrets between us now. They all know. We’ve all done the deed.
The stupid dare at Dornan’s party and Gabriella’s determination that I break the drought in my love life have resulted in three spectacular nights of ultimate satisfaction. Dornan would probably burst a blood vessel if he knew, and Gabriella and Celine would shatter glass with their squeals.
Me? Well, I’m feeling brave and proud for going through with the dares, and tingly at the prospect of the next one.
Dornan was right. This is the time of my life to live outside my comfort zone. I should do crazy things that I can smile about one day when I’m gray and old and passed lusting after men.
In fact, as I outline my eyes with smoky brown shadow and lengthen my lashes with mascara, I realize I haven’t confided in my best friend about any of it. He’s usually the first person I call to discuss my car-crash of a love life. He’s commiserated with me over every terrible sexual experience I’ve ever had, promising that better will come. And now better has come multiple times, and I’ve been keeping it all to myself.
I’m about to dial Dornan’s number when there’s a knock at my bedroom door. “Come in,” I call, waiting to see who it is.
When the door opens, Colby, Micky, and Sebastian gather in the doorway. It’s like a wall of perfect men, a veritable buffet of prime meat. There isn’t an inch of the men currently smiling at me I wouldn’t lick like the most delicious popsicle.
“We’re leaving now,” Colby announces.
“Oh, okay.”
“See you later?” Sebastian is the one to ask, and I wonder if he’s told his brothers about the next dare. Do they all know everything now, or are they still keeping secrets?
“Yeah. Later. Message me.” Stupidly, I blush at the implication of that sentence. I’m asking my stepbrother for a booty-SMS. I’m instructing him to tell me where to meet three men for an afternoon of sex. My panties are already stupidly damp, and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to squash the ache that I know is going to linger, hot and heavy between my legs, all day.
“I will,” Seb says. “Have a great day.”