Page 102 of Brutal Little Secrets

Yet.

I don’t plan on giving her enough trust to actually hurt me.

“Evan,” Damon says from the bathroom doorway. He has on jeans and a black t-shirt that hugs his body.

My insides flip as I meet his blue eyes. I can’t imagine not being here. Not sleeping in Damon’s bed. Not fucking the Devil’s trio. It’s hard to remember what my life was before they stormed into it.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah.” I stand and run my hands over my jeans and straighten his sweatshirt on me.

He closes the distance between us. Will I ever not get a rush when he touches me? Will I get used to having all three of them? Will they grow tired of me?

He takes my hand and leads me through the bathroom to his room. He grabs the sweatshirt and pulls it off over my head, leaving me in only my bra. His finger trails over the lacy edge, making me bite my lip.

“No time.” He goes to his drawers and pulls out a t-shirt.

His obsession with dressing me in his clothes is odd. I don’t think I even wore one of Chase’s sweatshirts while we were dating. I can’t say I don’t love it though as he helps me put it on.

“I am capable of dressing myself.” I give him a small smile.

“Far less fun.” He smirks and lifts my chin. He searches my eyes. “How’s your pussy?”

I arch an eyebrow. “A little worse for wear. How’s your dick?”

He chuckles. “Hard, aching. I want my cum inside you at that party. I want to smell me when I get close to you.”

My panties grow damp just thinking about it. I press my thighs together at the ache.

“We’re meeting the guys out to eat.” Damon takes my hand and leads me down the back stairs and out to the garage. Riding with him on his bike is almost second nature now.

We ride to an Indian restaurant. When we stop, he asks, “This is good, right?”

“Yeah, this is good.” It’s perfect, but I’d make anything work for what appears to be a date.

When we enter the restaurant, Cam and Hawk already have a booth for us near the back. Of course they’re sitting across from each other, making me choose who to sit beside.

I slide in next to Cam, and he throws his arm around my shoulders and kisses me. My cheeks flush with heat as I pull back and look around.

“No one we know is here, little devil.” Damon reaches across the table with his palm up, and I put my hand in his.

“This feels really weird. Like I shouldn’t be here with you guys.” I glance around the small restaurant, but there are only some random people. We’re still not out as anything. Not even friends. Though they do interact with me at school and parties occasionally.

“How else are we going to treat our girlfriend?” Hawk winks. Happiness floods my insides, but I don’t know how this can work long-term.

“Is that seriously what we’re going with?” I tuck my hair behind my ear and meet each of their eyes. “I’m your girlfriend and you all are my boyfriends?”

“We’re basically already that, right?” Damon leans back in the booth and looks at me with hooded eyes. “We spend all our free time together. Eat together. Fuck together.”

“Blackmail me with videos to get me to sleep with you. Force me to stay with my ex to punish him.” I arch an eyebrow. It hasn’t all been fun and games.

Damon smirks, Hawk laughs, and Cam squeezes my shoulders.

“You liked it, little devil.” Damon’s blue eyes lock on mine.

He’s not wrong. I enjoy every moment of being theirs. So I give up my little defiance. Besides, they all know I’ll give them what they want in the end. I always do and I’m okay with that.

We chat about classes a little while we wait for the food to arrive.