Page 93 of Web of Lies

Seger takes his time, working his way back up my body, chin glistening with my juices and a sated grin on his face. He pecks my lips, resting his body weight on mine. “You’re ours now.”

“Yup, totally ours,” Chase says, kissing my cheek.

“Ours,” Zepp says thoughtfully, squeezing my hand still wrapped up in his.

“And now, I need a fucking ice-cold shower,” Seger mutters, kissing me one last time.

The boys help me pull down my shirt and track down my panties and leggings. I lay happily between Zepp and Chase, cuddling into their warmth. Seger takes a cold shower, promising to think about me as he fucks his hand. On a faint grunt, my name and dirty promises spill from his lips as his come drips down the shower walls. Heat overtakes my body, pooling in my ruined panties, and my vagina is down for round two.

Zepp spoons me from behind, running his fingers up and down my arm. My body is sated and good for the first time in a long time. But insecure thoughts still float through my mind. What if they don’t want this because of my inexperience? I don’t know how to please them like they can me.

“You’re overthinking,” Zepp whispers after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“What are ya thinking about?” Chase whispers, running a finger down my jaw. Heat spreads down my neck as I cover my face from the boys.

“Kace,” Zepp whips out his demanding voice, bringing my attention back to him.

My eyes stare into Chase’s, his brows dipping in concern. He carefully peels my hands from my red-stained face, trying to soothe me.

“I’m a virgin,” I mutter, expecting Chase to flinch away from it. I expect Zepp’s body heat to vanish from behind me. But they pull me in, snuggling me closer.

The bedroom door bangs open. A very naked—oh boy—and very tattooed Seger waltzes in, running a towel through the longer strands of his hair. Crap—he’s enormous, and he’s not even hard. It’s just dangling there like a thick bratwurst in the wind, only it’s—ah shit —at least seven, eight inches. “Jesus, dude, seriously?” Chase says, throwing an arm in the air.

Seger grins, waltzing towards us. “Don’t act like you’ve never seen it before.” He rolls his eyes but brings the towel to cover himself as his eyes find mine. He leans over the bed, making sure he has my attention. “You’re a virgin?” he states, my head nodding. “Like we said before, Kace, we’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to.” He shakes his head. “Never.”

“The moment you pull back, the moment you don’t want to continue….”

“No matter how hot it gets and how worked up we are.”

“We will never hurt you.”

“Or take advantage of you.”

I lick my lips, my heart beating like crazy against my ribs. My mind flashes to my sister Callie and all the pain she went through with Zane, the boy who took advantage of her. She never felt safe around him. But these boys? The three of them carry a powerful presence, protective and overwhelming.

“Thank you,” I whisper, relief spilling through me.

“Whatever you need, you’re not alone in this fight anymore.” I lean back and press my lips against Zepp’s cheek, showing my gratitude.

Chase jerks in the bed, drawing our attention to him. A wicked grin spreads across his face. “Let’s go out tonight,” he says through a smile.

“Fucking go out?” Seger asks, adjusting the towel at his front.

Chase brings his gaze back to me, ignoring Seger’s grumbles. “How about that spaghetti?” He grins at me, making a smile spread across my face.

“You promised me a ride in your car,” I giggle.

Chase’s lop-sided grin comes back, sparking him back to life. Not wholly or entirely, but it’s a start.

“Fuck yeah, you’re buying, Benoit.” Seger grins, smacking Chase on the shoulder. My eyes can’t seem to focus on anything but the tattoos covering his chest, art in living form right in front of me.

Seger groans, staring down at me, teeth sinking into his lip. “If New Girl keeps staring at me like that, we ain’t leaving because I’ll need a cold fucking shower again.” Zepp snorts behind me, laying his fingers over my eyes in a playful gesture.

“Let’s go out,” Zepp says, and I nod in agreement.

“It better be the best damn spaghetti I ever taste,” I say through a sly grin.

“It’s a date!” Chase says through his smile, looking ten times happier than he had before. Maybe Seger had the right idea. Next time, I’ll waltz in naked.