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My whole world is in chaos, and the boy I had a crush on in middle school put his arm around me and held my hand like three times today. I'm a mess of hormones and avoidance issues, and I couldn't even bring myself to ask the guy if maybe he wanted to make out a little or something.

What am I doing here?

Besides finally,finallybeing behind a closed door for the first time since I almost spontaneously burst into flame in the cab of Cayden's truck when Jax put his hand on my thigh.

Jesus. The sense memory flares, and suddenly I'm back there, penned in by two huge, hard male bodies. My pussy throbs, dampness flooding my panties.

With a groan, I toss the pillow aside and flop over onto my stomach. I know it's weird, but that's how I've always been the most comfortable masturbating. I undo the fly of my jeans and reach my hand inside.

The first contact of my own fingers on my overheated flesh sends ripples of pleasure through me. Oh man, this is going to be quick. I slip my fingertips through my lower lips, gathering up my wetness. I'm slick and swollen, ready to pop any minute.

Sliding up to touch my clit, I put myself back in the cab of that truck. I imagine Jax nudging his hand up a little higher, gripping my thigh and then cupping me through my jeans. What would he be like as a kisser? Probably savage. He'd probably bite.

But he and Cayden have always been at their best when they were working together. What if Cayden pulled over?

Right on the side of the road, they could have had me. Cayden could have pushed me back until I lay against Jax's rock solid chest. I rub my clit harder, sneaking my other hand under my shirt to tug at my nipples, and the tight flare of sensation winds me higher.

Cayden would be a sweet kisser. Passionate but kind. I imagine him attacking my entire body, sliding his lips to my throat and sucking a bruise there, before sliding lower. Putting his mouth on my breast or on my pussy. God, I bet he'd be so good with his mouth, nice and wet, with lots of tongue.

I bury my face into the bed, swallowing my moans and trying to calm my breathing, but I'm spiraling toward orgasm too fast.

What if the both of them had taken me there in the cab of the truck? Cayden, hard and intense, face to face, thrusting in and out of my hot, wet pussy, a hand on my clit, making me come around his thick cock. He'd come, and then Jax would throw me over the seat. Take me from behind and fuck me hard. Savage.

And what if it wasn't just them?

In a flash, my fantasy relocates itself to their living room. The truck becomes their couch. Jax pulls out after filling me with his come, only to be replaced with Adam, and he'd be nice about it, too, wouldn't he? He'd fuck me nice and sweet, and then Sergio. What would I give to thread my fingers through his long, silky hair as he fucked me good. He's the strong, silent type, right? He'd fuck intensely, with his whole concentration bent to it. He'd come silently and take me right over the edge with him, screaming my release.

Only to be thrown into Deandre's arms.

Pleasure spikes, sharp and hungry in my cunt. God, that man is just so powerful. He could throw me around, take me in all kinds of crazy positions. Probably throw me against a wall, andhe's got to be huge. I imagine the stretch as he splits me open with his monstrous, fat cock.

And just like that, it's over. I come with sparks shooting across my eyes, groaning into the mattress, five guys' names on my lips, and it's not enough. The emptiness inside is a physical pain as I clench and throb.

I want to go downstairs. I want to ask these guys to fuck me just like that, maybe one in my mouth or my ass—I've never done that before, but I'm suddenly so willing to try.

It isn't until my unsatisfying orgasm fades that I hear it.

Creaking.

I shoot up, pulling my hand from my pants, my eyes snapping open. The instant I still, the sound stops.

Because it was the bed frame. Oh, God. That whole time, the bed was making a racket, squeaking with every moment of my hips. I didn't even wait until I was sure Cayden was gone. I didn't lock the door.

What if everybody heard?

What if they heard me callalltheir names?

6

Iwake up feeling like crap.

Rolling over, I tug the covers over my head and pretend for just a second that I can stay hidden here forever. Funny how Cayden supposedly brought me here so I could be safe and get some rest, but I couldn't sleep to save my life.

After the little show I may or may not have given them last night, touching myself to the fantasy of getting fucked by each of them in turn, I hid out for the longest time, scarcely daring to breathe. The voices of all those men were muffled but audible. They must have been able to hear. They must have.

Eventually, I'd tucked my tail between my legs and wandered out to wash up for bed. I hadn't run into any of them, thank God, but I'd felt paranoid about the possibility all the same. Exhausted as I was, I'd tucked myself in and then proceeded to stare at the ceiling for half the night, worrying and fretting. I must have drifted off at some point, because it's arguably morning now.

With a sigh, I roll out of bed and pad over to the window. Early pre-dawn light seeps over the horizon. The rain has easedup, reduced to a misting drizzle—or maybe a light snow? It's always colder up here on the mountain, but seriously? Snow?