Page 54 of A Cock and Bull Story

The pissy security guard frowns at me as we hustle by, but I have bigger fish to fry than pleasing that guy. Jack and Arthur enter into my room first to search it—but it really doesn't do anything to ease my fear.

What if there's a maggot shifter or some other small-assed animal hiding in there waiting to pounce on me in all his buggy nastiness?

I'll squash his ass—that's what I'll do. I have no qualms about killing those fuckers. . . except, Jude’s a bug, too. I would never squish him, though, even if I hate bugs.

Because I like Jude.

And I love his dick.

I shake my head.

It’s not nice not to kill someone because you like their dick, right?

Ugh.

I swear this whole situation has made me mental!

Thank God shifters can’t read minds because my thoughts are questionable.

Besides, I have to trust that Jack and Arthur can smell if any other shifters are inside—which they don’t. I enter hesitantly before going to work packing all my shit haphazardly in my suitcases.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Arthur peeks through before opening it to allow Elise and Sian to walk through.

“Jude told us everything,” Sian sniffles.

“You poor dear!” Elise moans. “How could we have been so blind? We kept mistaking you for a cat, but you just like pussy—something Sian and I totally should have picked up on!”

I take her hands into mine and squeeze.

“It’s ok—I was just as blind.”

Sian looks sad.

“Oh, we could have had a threesome,” she bemoans.

Now, I want to cry—knowing this secret has ruined a lesbian threesome for me! Now, I'll never get to cross that off my bucket list. . .

Again.

“Can we at least snuggle together, and I accidentally cop a feel under your shirts before I leave?” I ask hopefully.

Sian giggles and sits down on my couch.

“Come here, love. We can cuddle until the offices open. You deserve it.”

I rush over before she retracts her offer but, oddly enough, I don’t make a move. I’m content to just lay in her arms and let her hold me, while Elise runs a soft hand over my hair.

I feel safe and loved.

Jude and Theo eventually return. No one says a word, but all the guys join us at the foot of the couch, placing a hand somewhere on my body.

We’re all connected with me at the center—it’s the most incredible feeling ever.

I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

Who would have thunk Belle Harper could have a sleep over without it turning into an orgy?

“Good morning, Mrs. Wanker!”