Page 7 of Crushing Clover

This felt like some fucked-up Cinderella scenario. If this Arabella girl was so familiar to all three of them, shouldn’t they be able to tell us apart without a fucking taste test?

He licked me again, his tongue prodding, stroking, savoring, ignoring my struggles since his friends were holding me still. I wanted to hate it, but the pleasure they were forcing on me was fucking intense.

I mewled and thrashed against the hard hands holding me down. They were arguing over my head, but my brain had zeroed in on the tongue between my legs. Lucky groaned his appreciation, sending the vibrations through my clit.

Enjoying this felt wrong. I’d been able to keep my feelings to myself at the resort, but how was I going to be able to maintain professional detachment if these guys played my body like musicians instead of only using it as a cum dumpster?

“Please,” I begged.

“Fuck her, to be sure,” Saint John said, his voice ragged.

Lucky tugged me to the edge of the table and stripped off his towel, leaving him naked. Apparently, he was as eager to get into me as I was to have him.

“Can I fuck you?” he asked, his eyes hazy with lust.

“Y-yes.”

I glimpsed a thick, pierced cock then it was pushing into me, stretching me wide, making me whimper in discomfort, despite how I was dripping and ready. I was still feeling bruised from Warren, and he wasn’t taking things slowly.

“Fuuuck. So good.” His breath caught, and he shuddered above me.

He grabbed my hands from his friends and pinned them above my head.

Although I’d had public sex a few times at the resort, it still made me want to cringe.

He went fast and hard. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes.

His dick piercing felt like it was rubbing me in interesting places, but he was being too rough for me to enjoy it.

“Go ahead and fight me, beautiful. You won’t get away.”

I couldn’t help but try to prove him wrong, but that only made him hold me down more firmly and fuck me harder. The table I was on started to jerk along the floor with each thrust, until Rush braced it.

Lucky grunted, and his cock bucked inside me. He immediately yanked out, absently dripping cum on my mons and belly.

“Fucking amazing.”

“It’s her, right?” Saint John demanded.

“Nope. Absolutely not her.”

Cum dribbled out of me, dripping down my ass, probably pooling on the edge of the coffee table.

It had all happened so fast I only realized at that moment he’d been bareback. Warren hadn’t used protection either, but it had felt like he’d kill me if I so much as spoke without permission.

“Condom?” I croaked.

A little fucking late, Clover.

“Shit, yeah. I didn’t even think.” Lucky chuckled and rubbed at his neck tattoo.

“Have you been tested?” I asked, my voice hitching.

“We’re fine.” He shrugged. “I assume you’re tested regularly.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” They’d tested me before going to the Island, then again while they’d processed me to come here.

“You need Plan B?”

“I’m on the shot,” I whispered. “I should be fine for a few months.”

Months of this. Fuck.

I moved to sit up, but Saint John planted a big hand on my chest and pushed me back down.

“You next, Rush.”

“What? You don’t trust Lucky?” Rush asked sourly.

“Lucky would take her back without a second thought. You wouldn’t.”

Rush shrugged and got between my thighs, apparently not caring that he was getting seconds.

“Wait—”

“For?” His cold glare made me swallow.

“I don’t know. I—”

He didn’t wait for me to say anything else and sank into me so slowly I whimpered. I hadn’t gotten a good look at his dick, but it felt as big as Lucky’s. Apparently, his animosity for me didn’t make it difficult to get it up.

When he was balls deep, he rumbled a groan. “I forgot how good pussy was.”

My clit felt like it was pulsing with its own little heartbeat, and I arched beneath him, trying to get any part of his body to rub against it. The hem of his T-shirt finally brushed against it, and I whimpered.

“You like cock, beautiful?” he murmured, looking down into my eyes. His words had been kind enough, but his mouth twisted with a sadistic smile.

I opened my mouth to reply, but only gasped as he pulled almost all the way out then hammered back into me, bottoming out, making it hurt.

He grabbed my thighs and pummeled me with his dick, like he was stabbing someone he hated.

Tensed against the pain, I squeezed my eyes shut and let it happen.

They were too monstrous to escape from, with their big bodies and hard hands.

My brain fell back into the moment on the island where I was sure the two men who’d caught me would kill me. They’d used me and beaten the living crap out of me.

Pain.

It’s only pain.

There was no humiliation anymore when it came to being used by men. It was just unpleasantness to be endured.

It’ll be over soon. He can’t last indefinitely.

Then one more guy, and I’ll be done for a while. Maybe even for the day.

The men on the island had been jeering and far more violent. This room was silent, other than my quiet sounds of discomfort and his grunts of exertion.

He gasped, swore, and his cock jerked inside me, followed by the stinging burn of his release. I felt bruised and abraded inside.

I opened my eyes to slits and found him inspecting my face.

“Did that hurt?”

Hesitantly, I nodded.

“Good.”

He jerked out of me, and I gasped, not caring that tears were tracking from the corners of my eyes into my hair.

“Is it her?” Saint John demanded.

“No, it’s not her, but we can treat her like she is.” There was evil in his chuckle. He let go of my thighs and slapped one of them, like I’d seen guys do with cars they’d enjoyed driving. Without another glance at me, he stood, pulling up his jeans and zipping them.

I rolled onto my side, clenching my thighs together. My pussy felt like it needed a sling.

Panting, I lay there, trying to direct my mind to anything other than the next guy who’d be taking his turn. My clit itched, and my body tried to remind me that Lucky had started off by going down on me, and it had felt amazing.

No. The last thing I wanted was to let myself get turned on again, but my lower belly was still aching with the need to orgasm.

“Your turn next?” Lucky asked after a few drawn-out moments.

“I have no desire to fuck our ex.”

“She’s not Arabella.” Lucky helped me to my feet, and cum immediately started coursing down my thighs.

“She might as well be.” Saint John went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. He cracked it open then turned back to us, leaning back against the counter. “I don’t care if that pussy is magic, I still don’t want her here.”

“So, you’re going to throw away everything we’ve been building?” Rush’s orgasm seemed to have mellowed his hatred for me. “You miss the food truck that much?”

Saint John let out a string of creative swearwords.

“We can babysit her for six months to make it work.”

I pulled away from Lucky. “Bathroom?” I whispered, gathering my clothing with hands that shook.

He pointed and I slunk down the hall he’d indicated, clenching my inner muscles to avoid leaving a cum trail on the polished stone floor.

Maybe if I escaped, I could hide somehow, but I had nothing. No ID. No money.

I cleaned up the best I could without taking a shower. At least I was used to being left needy.

Still feeling dirty, I started to dress, only to realize my panties were missing. Ugh. I’d have to hunt them down—hopefully without making it too obvious.

Tentatively, I opened the bathroom door and found Rush standing there. He offered me my panties. I accepted them, my cheeks hot under his scrutiny. I tried not to care, but I still wasn’t used to this kind of work—hell, I wasn’t even used to having sex with anyone other than Noah.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall as I went back into the bathroom. With annoyance, I cleaned up the fresh cum that had squeezed out of me and slid on my panties.

He was still waiting for me when I emerged.

I’d never had a thing for alternative guys, or whatever they were called, but these ones were all hot. They made Noah look like such a kid, by comparison.

“Uh—hi.”

His sexy grin made me want to hide.

He crowded me back against the hallway wall and propped his forearm over my head.

“Oh,” I said, stupidly.

He gripped my jaw and turned my face from one side to the other, his blue eyes intent. He stroked his thumb along my cheek.

“Freaky.”

“I really look that much like her?”

“The way she looked when she started dating Saint. We haven’t seen her in a couple of years, but you could be her twin.”

His eyes were intense, pinning me in place. I could almost feel the emotions rolling off him.

“She was his, but you were all involved with her?”

“We like to share.”

Why would men want to share? These guys could easily slut around or land any woman they wanted.

He leaned in and bit my lip hard enough to make me whine. When he let go, he stayed close enough to do it again if the mood struck him. “Saint agrees that you need to stay, for now. If you’re a good girl, maybe we won’t toss you to the wolves.” The corner of his mouth tipped up.

“What does being a good girl mean?”

He chuckled. “Do what you’re told. Keep your head down. Don’t make a mess.”

I nodded.

“Do you agree to being free use?”

“Free use?”

“That we can fuck you whenever and however we want.”

I hesitated, swallowing against the fear in my throat. It couldn’t be worse than working at the island resort long term, right?

“Yes, sir. That’s what I’m here for.”

His smile warmed a notch, but I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d agreed to free use, or because I’d called him sir.

Some guys liked their women submissive—maybe he was one of them. If working at the club had done anything for me, it had made me even more able to read a room then I had been as a foster kid, and that was saying something.

He leaned in, and my breathing became shallow and quick. No one had ever kissed me except Noah. What if I did it all wrong?

Rush’s lips touched mine so gently I could barely feel it.

His lips brushed there, and we breathed each other’s air for a moment as I waited for him to shove his tongue down my throat.

He licked my parted lips, and I found my tongue venturing out to meet his.

He groaned, then deepened the kiss, pressing me back against the wall, his tongue sliding along mine, not giving me space but also not making it hurt.

I’d never liked kissing, but this was…good.

He pushed his leg between mine, adding delicious pressure to my still frustrated and engorged clit.

I whimpered into his mouth, and he groaned, the vibration of his chest against mine piercing me like an arrow.

He pulled away, leaving my head spinning and my pulse fluttery.

I had the urge to bury my hands in his hair and pull him back down to me, but that seemed too forward, considering my role here. I shuddered as he skimmed his hands down my sides and gave me a parting kiss before stepping back.

“Like I said, try to hide in plain sight and this might work for a while.” I felt his chuckle in my chest even though he was inches away from me now. The heat in his gaze was like a narcotic.

Maybe I could lull them into a sense of complacency then disappear.

“Will you tell me what everyone likes?”

He shook his head. “You’ll figure it out. Try not to take it personally when we blow up at you—especially Saint John. He still has a lot of pent-up anger where Arabella is concerned.”

“Oh. That’s not just his personality?”

He swallowed a grin. “Perceptive little thing, aren’t you?”

“A woman has to be, especially in this day and age.” I shrugged. “I don’t know if you’ve heard, but chivalry is dead.”

“Chivalry never existed in the first place, unless you happened to be rich and had the means to enforce it.” His tone was flat, as though he knew all about that. “Come on.”

He led me back into the main room, where Saint John was sprawled on the couch with Lucky on his knees in front of him.

I froze in place, watching in fascination as Lucky gave him the sexiest, sloppiest blowjob I’d ever witnessed, complete with eye contact. Heat spread through my core, turning me into a needy, desperate mess.

Hell—had I moaned?

“Should I have warned you?” Rush asked quietly.

I pulled my gaze away to look up at him.

“No. It’s just hot.” I chuckled self-consciously, embarrassed at being caught gawking.

“Watch if you want to, but you might want to refrain from joining in—at least until Saint stops wanting to murder you.”

Saint’s entire body stiffened with his impending release, the muscles in his neck corded and his lower abs flexed impressively. Lucky’s hand was wandering up under Saint’s shirt, sliding over muscle.

“Never watched two men together before?”

“Not in person.” I shrugged as he led me to the kitchen. “In movies.”

“Porn?”

“No. Romantic movies.”

He lifted me onto one of the high stools at the kitchen island, as though I were too short to manage on my own, then started pulling food out of the refrigerator. First came vegetables, then fresh herbs, and a package of meat.

He was going to cook actual food? What was the occasion?

He got busy washing vegetables and then chopping. I did my best to focus on what he was doing, even though I really wanted to turn around to watch what was happening behind me.

Was Saint John making noises of pleasure, or was Lucky gasping for air?

I shivered and shifted where I sat. Unfortunately, I must not have been as subtle as I thought because Rush slanted me a look.

“Not used to being left wanting?”

I shrugged, not answering. My sexual history was none of his business. “I’m still not used to people having sex where I can hear them.”

“That chair swivels if you want to watch. If they wanted privacy, they would have taken it elsewhere.”

Someone—I assumed Saint John—hissed. It was followed by a gagging sound, and I had to force myself not to whip my head around to catch the finale.

I didn’t turn to peek when they were done, or when I could hear them moving down the hall.

Rush continued chopping ingredients I didn’t recognize, let alone know the name for, and I leaned on the counter, resting my head on my hand. The way he handled a knife was terrifying. It was also strangely beautiful, like a dance.

Mesmerized, I watched. Between one flash of the blade and the next, exhaustion pulled me down into sleep.