Page 16 of Three Wickedly Bad Neighbors and a Very Grumpy Girl (Three Guys and a Girl Volume 2, #8)

? Chapter Sixteen

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N othing else registers in our minds except that the most beautiful girl in the whole fucking world, our girl, is standing in our boardroom, looking as if she’s been crying.

We don’t need to talk to each other to know that rage fills our veins.

“Avery, why were you crying?” Porter demands, echoing what Gray and I are thinking.

“Did someone say something to you? Hurt you? Fuck, Avery. Why were you crying?” I ask as I reach for her, my hands around her arms, with Sullivan and Gray standing on either side of me.

She’s not saying anything. Is she in shock?

“Avery?” we say together again, and this seems to bring her to her senses.

“What?” she finally says. “How are you here? What?” But she’s not answering the only question we have.

“Listen to us. Why were you crying? Who hurt you? Just answer the question.”

Heads are going to roll; we just need names. Did it happen here at Obsidia? If so, everyone will regret the day they were born.

A frown falls over her gorgeous face. She opens her mouth, then closes it and tries again, and then the fire in her eyes returns.

“You made me cry, you idiots. You...” She bangs her fists against our chests.

“Us?”

“Yes, you three. You just bombarded my life, and then you touched me, and my world is in turmoil now because my heart keeps saying I need to see you again if I want to breathe, almost as if I’m falling in love with you, which is by far the most ridiculous thing ever.

I’m too practical for stuff like that, so it’s a non-issue.

I don’t believe in love at first sight, period.

“And I know I’m never going to be the girl you want anyway.

So last night was a one-off thing, and I was crying—stupidly—because it made me sad.

But then I pulled myself together because, if nothing else, I’m a realist, and I know pining over three guys who look like you three is the worst thing I could do to myself.

“I’m going to need more time, clearly. A lot more time, but I will get over you. So you know what? It’s got nothing to do with you. So you go ahead and put your orgy bed to good use—”

“Orgy bed?” Gray asks, grinning at her. She’s so fucking adorable.

“That massive air mattress you bought specifically for your orgies.”

“We didn’t buy it. That was Benny as well,” Sullivan says.

“Well, whatever. I’m sorry if I ruined your plans with other women who look better than me and are less grumpy and bossy and—”

We don’t let her get any further before we take turns to shut her up with our mouths, devouring her taste and knowing it will never be enough to sustain us for long.

Doesn’t she know how perfect she is? It’s everything about her that made us lose our minds and our hearts to her.

Fuck, she’s our wife; it’s just a matter of making it official.

We let her slip out of the house this morning, opting not to stop her just yet. We needed to clear up this Obsidia Tech mess before we claimed her forever.

“But...” she says when we finally let her breathe.

“We said you were ours. Didn’t you hear us?” I ask her. “We’re going to make you our bride, Avery.”

“What? I mean, I did hear you. But isn’t that what all guys say to get what they want?”

“Not us, Avery. We only say what we mean. And we meant every word we said. You’re ours. And we’re going to claim you forever.”

“And crazy as it may sound, we now do believe in love at first sight,” Sullivan says.

“You like me?”

“More like love you.”

“And you want to see me again? But I’m so grumpy all the time, and I like rules, and I ruined your party.”

“Did you hear us say the words ‘our bride’? And ‘love’? And ‘forever’?”

“But... wait,” she says, putting some distance between us. “Okay, this is crazy. What is going on? Why are you here?” she cries. “I was supposed to be meeting my new boss, Mr. Anderson.”

“Well, Jake Anderson, our uncle, is no longer the CEO of Obsidia Tech. We fired him, and we’re here to take over the running of the company.”

“Your uncle?”

“Yes,” Gray says.

Without the urge to commit murder when we thought someone had hurt her, it doesn’t take us long to assess the situation and the sheer coincidence of it all. The sexy, bossy girl next door is standing in front of us in the boardroom of the company we now run.

“It’s a long story. But the short of it is our adopted parents grew Obsidia Tech from the ground up. It was a family business, and before long, it had a net worth of several hundred billion dollars,” Sullivan says.

“But we went off to the military after college, only to learn Jake, a distant cousin of our parents, exercised a hostile takeover, and our parents lost their pride and joy. They asked us for help. We owed it to them, and here we are.”

“That is insane. This whole time we were coming to the same building?”

“Yeah, the whole time our cocks were filling you up and you were clenching your sweet wet walls around us, we were coming to the same building.” Gray doesn’t waste any time teasing her as Sullivan pulls down the blinds and I lock the door.

A delicious blush settles on her cheeks, and her eyes are tinged with confusion.

“What...?”

We don’t let her escape us, and soon she’s lifted onto the boardroom table, our hands sliding up over her thighs. Fuck, her skin is so soft.

“We had no fucking clue we were going to be running a tech company, but damned if we’re not going to be thinking about our wife, naked on our boardroom table. It’s the only way we’ll get through all those boring meetings, sweetheart.”

She gasps when I take off her panties. Sullivan unbuttons her shirt, and when her breasts spring free from her bra, her nipples go straight into their mouths while I test her wetness.

She’s soaked. Our cocks are going to explode, but this is about her.

We’ll have to wait until we get her back home to be inside her again.

“But... my... job...” she says, struggling to speak as I part her legs fully.

“Lesley says you’re the best. We’re in good hands,” Sullivan says.

“If anyone can boss us into behaving like billionaire executives, it’s you,” Gray says.

“Oh god, that’s so much work,” she says, equally stressed and dreamy at the same time as I take her clit into my mouth and Sullivan and Gray bite down on her nipples.

“No more talking, sweetheart,” I say, and she doesn’t, not for a long time afterward.