Page 63 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

EvanAnn

When I go into the closet to grab pajamas, Damon stalks off to his room. Before I can pull out a nightgown, he comes back and puts one of his t-shirts on over my head.

“I have pajamas,” I mutter.

“You also have a pussy you don’t want to use.” Damon turns and leaves before I can say anything.

I don’t know what to say about that. Cam is on his way over, so we’re waiting for him. I can imagine what Damon wants to change in our arrangement.

“Is that why you’re angry?” I stalk after him, shoving my arms through the sleeves of his shirt. “Because I won’t let you fuck me.”

He spins and I skid to avoid colliding with him. “Maybe I don’t understand why you’re so precious with your pussy when everyone else has already had it.”

My lips press shut and I narrow my eyes at him. I knew he thought I was a whore. I just didn’t expect to feel hurt when he threw it in my face.

“Maybe you two should go to separate corners of the house until Cam gets here.” Hawk sits on the end of my bed. He’s dressed again, but he gestures for me to come to him.

I search Damon’s eyes for a second longer before turning away.

When I step in front of Hawk, he pulls me down onto his lap. The things I’ve done with these guys make my head spin. I know Damon doesn’t understand that they’ve taken so many firsts already. But they took me from zero to sixty on the first day.

Yes, I’d been kissed and Chase grazed my boob once, but other than that, this is all new to me. But I don’t want them to know that. I’m not sure I like that they think I’m a whore, but I don’t want to be treated like a virgin anymore.

It’s freeing to know they believe I’m something I’m not. I can let go of my preconceived ideas of what I need to lose my virginity. But it doesn’t release the fear of the unknown. The fear of potential pain.

With Chase, I felt like a trophy to be put on his shelf. Yes, I’m his girlfriend, but obviously he doesn’t need me to meet his sexual needs. Even if I fucked him the first time we talked about it, I have no doubt he would have still cheated on me.

I don’t think these guys will cheat on me, because we have an agreement. But these guys probably wouldn’t look at a virgin twice. Maybe they would be worried a virgin would read too much into sex.

Cam comes in through Damon’s room and runs a hand through his hair. “Okay, I’m here. What are we discussing?”

“Renegotiating. Apparently, Annie has limits.” Hawk rubs his hand down my back.

“Don’t we all.” Damon lowers himself onto my desk chair. Is he reaching the end of his limit with me? Does he want this to be over?

Cam looks at all of us. “What did I miss?”

“Damon tried to convince me to fuck him by withholding orgasms, so I asked Hawk to come over and help me out.” I spill it because I don’t know how Damon would try to spin it.

“It’s not like you’re a fragile virgin who needs to be wooed.” Damon jerks his hand toward me.

I glare at him. I’m not fragile. Fucker.

“Okay.” Cam walks across the room and sits next to Hawk and me. He puts his hand on my bare knee and a little bolt of awareness shoots through me. “So, what’s on the table to renegotiate?”

“No fisting or other new stuff without prior permission.” My cheeks are hot. “You can’t just command me to do something like that and expect me to obey.”

“Are we going to have to discuss everything, Evan?” Damon leans back in the chair. “Or can we just assume once you let us fuck your pussy and ass, you’ll be okay with us filling all your holes with our cocks? What’s the limit on discussing things?”

“You want to explore your darker sides, but I don’t think I want your whole hand up there.” Wincing, I realize my mistake.

“You don’t think?” Damon leans forward. “Fine, I’ll allow discussion of things that might fall under the category of kink, but group sex is definitely in our agreement.”

“Fine,” I snap back.

“But...” Damon stands.

My heart flutters with nerves.

“I’ll allow that. If we discuss your hold out strategy.” Damon walks over and tips my chin up. “I want a time limit. You can give it up before then, but I don’t want this to drag on for months with you protecting your cunt like it’s fucking gold.”

I swallow hard. His eyes are dark, and that tension that sizzles between us is still there.

“We’ve already agreed to your other terms, Evan.” His thumb trails down my throat, like he can’t help himself. Fire dances beneath his touch, making me shiver. His eyes give me a knowing look. “You get all of us. So give us all of you.”

“I—” Have no idea what to say. They think I’ve probably had tons of sex, so I can see why they wouldn’t want to hold off. But I can’t tell them the reason is because I haven’t had sex before... with anyone. Not unless I want to confess. Would they even believe me at this point?

What virgin would agree to this insanity?

“Two weeks,” Cam says. “We’ve all gone without sex for longer than a month before.”

“Speak for yourself.” Damon scoffs and walks back over to my desk chair to sit and glare at me some more. I miss his touch.

Two weeks? I squirm on Hawk’s lap. I’ve been dating Chase for four months, and they’ve gotten further in a weekend than he ever did. I might never truly be ready to have sex with three guys, but they’re circling, and eventually Damon will win in this tug-of-war.

Much as I might want to deny him, I want him in a way that’s slowly taking over everything. The anticipation of them touching me has me tied in knots.

“You’ll be getting head whenever you want.” Hawk runs his hand between my legs and settles his hand against my pussy. It throbs beneath his touch. “It’s not like you’re going without.”

I swallow and lift my gaze to Damon’s. “Two weeks.”

“Or less.” He runs his fingertips over his lips.

“You agreed to take care of Annie’s needs too, Damon.” Hawk slides his finger against my clit through my panties. I bite my lip. “She can’t masturbate to take the edge off. So, no making her call us to take care of her.”

“Wait,” Cam says. “Feel free to send Evan our way. You get her to yourself far too often. If you don’t want to make her come, I’m happy to be on standby.” He turns and nudges my chin up. “I’ll take whatever I can get.”

He slides his lips against mine, making me needy for more.

“So we’re all in agreement?” Hawk says as his finger slides beneath my panties and strokes my wet clit. “If it’s not fingers, tongue, or cock, Annie gets a say in if it happens. And in two weeks, we get this pussy if she hasn’t already caved before then.”

I drag in a breath as Cam’s hand slides beneath the shirt to cup my breast and stroke my nipple. My eyes lock with Damon’s as the others work me, winding the string tight inside me.

“Two weeks. No fisting.” Damon runs his fingers over his lips. “You need to get off, I’ll get you there. And same goes for me.”

Cam tilts my head his way and kisses me while Hawk shatters me again. I’m fully aware of Damon watching this, of how much I get off on him watching them make me come.

We play for a while longer, kissing, sucking, licking until we’ve all found our releases. But Hawk and Cam can’t stay tonight, so at some point they have to leave.

I say my goodbyes and slip into the bathroom to use the facilities and clean up again. I’m still wearing Damon’s t-shirt. When I walk out of the water closet, I wash my hands and brush my teeth.

When Damon doesn’t request my presence, I go into my bedroom. My bed is huge and cold, but I guess it’s mine, and where I should be sleeping. I crawl under the covers, feeling relaxed. I don’t think that went exactly how Damon hoped it would go.

Maybe he thought he could break me. The truth is, he probably can. There’s a lot of things I want in my life, but I never thought Damon Storm would be one of the things I could have. Definitely not all three of the Devil’s trio. Cam and Hawk were off-limits too.

Girls like me don’t date guys like them. Hell, those guys don’t even date. They just fuck. And they don’t fuck girls like me.

I pull up the covers and open my phone to read the latest episode in a Dramoine fan fiction. Okay, maybe I can see why I might have a thing for a bad boy who hates me.

I plug my phone into the charger and set it on my nightstand, turning off the light. Glancing toward the bathroom door, I blow out a breath and try to relax into my bed without a warm body next to me. It takes me a while to fall asleep. The next thing I know, I’m being carried.

“What?” I’m not fully awake.

“Can’t sleep.” Damon’s voice. He hasn’t turned on the lights. He’s just a dark figure carrying me into his room.

He lowers me onto the bed and crawls in next to me, drawing me in tight against his body, curling around me. I drag in his earthy scent and release a sigh as I sink back into sleep.

I spend every spare minute on Wednesday morning reviewing what we’re going over during rehearsal this afternoon.

It’s the only time I’m guaranteed to have my full cast, so I don’t want to waste anyone’s time.

Keira was right though our original plan was good, but if we want to work on accents, I need the principals working on something else.

Mia clears her throat when she sits down in history. I glance up from my notes. Hawk and Damon sit across from me. I’m not even sure when they got there. Well, that’s not true. Damon followed me from calculus.

“We need to work on the project for this class.” Mia narrows her eyes on the guys. “I’m not going to carry your weight on this, so let’s figure out some time that will work, since clearly lunch won’t.”

“We have play practice tomorrow night after hockey.” Hawk’s green eyes meet mine for confirmation.

“We can meet at my house after your practice.” Damon’s words catch my attention. He means our house. “Would that work?”

His gaze is on Mia. She nods.

“Yes, it would.”

“Evan?” Damon turns to meet my eyes and I swallow.