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“Plus, you’re supposed to be killing Gregory,” I say to Johnny. “Your dad’s going to notice if he doesn’t end up dead.”
“Well, I’m done being used by him,” Johnny says. “I’m just fucking done.”
“Maybe you should leave the Heights too.” The truth is, I’m worried for him. Worried for all of them. The chances of this ending well are slim. K won’t go down without a fight. He has endless resources at his disposal. We’re just us.
“Don’t look so worried,” Johnny says, squeezing my hand again. “I know how to deal with my dad. I know his weaknesses. I know where we can hurt him the most. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
I worry over my lip. “That still doesn’t make me feel better. If I’m out of the Heights, you guys should be too. None of you are safe there.”
“I think you just need a tension release,” Johnny says, giving me a half smile. He winks at me, and suddenly the room is charged. In an instant, the somber mood breaks.
Oscar hauls me back to his chest, whispering huskily in my ear. “You missed it earlier. She was telling us how much she loves dicks.”
Johnny’s brows pop up. “Dicks, huh. How many dicks?”
With all four eyes on me, I lose my breath. The overwhelming force of their gazes would knock me on my ass if Oscar didn’t have his arms wound around me with his hands slipping up my thighs. All rational thought leaves my brain. “You guys aren’t fair. We were talking about something important.”
“And we were just telling you that you don’t need to worry about it,” Johnny says. “Not right now. Not right this second. I hated saying that stuff to you back there. I’ve been dying to make you forgive me.”
Oscar takes both my hands behind my back and holds them, pinning them between his body and mine. He then moves his hands freely up my thighs. My breath hitches. “I already—”
Johnny ignores me. His heated gaze burns my skin. “I think she likes that.”
I peek over at him. Despite the time with him and Magnum, I’m not sure what his comfort level is with stuff like this, but the look in his gaze says he’s enjoying it.
I move my stare to Brawler. He’s watching Oscar’s hands intensely.
Magnum, too, burns holes through my needy flesh. My face flushes.
“This is the first time we’ve all been out of the Heights together, and I think we should celebrate,” Oscar says. His erection hardens against my back.
“She hasn’t told us how many dicks she likes,” Magnum reminds everyone.
Just his voice, his tenor, his sure demeanor saying those words sparks a fire in my belly. “Four,” I choke out. “Four dicks.”
“Oscar, you should spread her legs,” Johnny offers. “I bet someone wants a taste.”
Oscar runs his hands down my hips, taking my joggers with him. Brawler drops to his knees in front of me, and a chill sweeps through me. Slowly, he helps Oscar remove my joggers, exposing my bare skin to all of them.
If this is what it’s like with these guys in a hotel room, I’m all about it. We can stay here forever.
Oscar pulls my shirt over my head until I’m lying against him with just my bra. He cups my breasts, fondling my nipples between his fingers before he reaches around to unclasp my bra and peel the cups off me, discarding the material to the side.
“Not fair,” I breathe out, glaring at their hungry gazes. “I need to see dick.”
Oscar cups my breasts, stroking my nipples while Brawler reaches behind him to take his shirt off. His muscles flex as he moves closer until his hot breath hits my center. As soon as his tongue presses against me, Johnny groans. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
I turn my head and catch Johnny stripping his suit jacket off. He unbuckles his belt, shoves his pants down his thighs and rips his button-up open. His cock presses against his boxers. With his shirt wide open, I get a peek of his chiseled physique. He doesn’t waste time reaching inside his boxers and gripping his cock. His gaze meets mine, and he starts to pump his hand down his rigid dick confidently.
Brawler flicks his tongue over my clit, and I cry out.
Behind me, Oscar presses his cock into my back as if he’s searching for relief.
I can’t believe this is happening. All of them. All four of them.
I flick my gaze to Magnum and find him pushing his tactical pants to the floor, his gun beside him on the bed. He peels his boxers off next, then grips his huge cock in his fist and starts jerking off.
“Aw fuck,” Oscar says. “Now I’m going to get a complex.”