Jules’ eyebrows kissed his hairline. And how do you think we can do that? Obtain a sacred blood oath under a full moon?
I laughed. That was such a non-Jules answer, I had no idea where he came up with it. He wasn’t into witchcraft, blood rites, or paranormal activities in general. “That was my first thought, but I passed on it. My next idea is simpler. She already read between the lines on why we were behind the club. I say we bring her with us when we pay Clownface a visit. Let her participate. If her own hands are dirty, then we don’t have to worry about ourselves.”
Brilliant idea. Why hadn’t we thought of this last night? It solved all of our problems in a tidy little package.
Jules shook his head. That’s a nightmare waiting to happen. 1-we can’t force her to participate. If she stood up for me this morning, what makes you think she’d stand by and watch, then give a helping hand? She has a conscience. 2-Clownface is ruthless. He’ll go after her the first time he comes across her if we aren’t with her. 3- Milo won’t like it.
“Okay, I see you made some good points. But knowing Pin-up, I don’t think we’d have to work too hard to convince her. All we have to do is share a little bit of Clownface’s habits, and she’ll be chomping at the bit to help. As for Clownface going after her, we’ll just make sure he knows that would not be wise for him. He’s more afraid of us than Infinity. Milo might be a problem, but you leave him to me.” I clapped him on the back. He shook his head again before settling back against the cushion.
One of the guys put a porno on the big screen TV. What was it with these guys? They’d been doing this since we moved in. Okay, the first couple of times it was fun. The big screen has a way of enhancing everything. But the real thing was so easy to get and infinitely better than watching sex with a group of horny guys. Why bother?
And what do you know? The first scene of Horny Moms came on right as Milo and Elise walked in. She took one look at the screen, grunted, then walked directly to me. The heat of every gaze in the room lit my skin on fire. What was she doing?
Jules liked her. She should be going to Jules, not coming at me like I was the only lolli left in the shop and she needed to sate her sweets addiction.
It didn’t help that she’d changed into a pair of pink and green camo leggings that showed her shape as if she were naked, or the oversized white shirt that left everything else to the imagination. Even dressed down, she was damn fine.
Fuck. I propped up a knee to hide my growing chubby. The accusation from Jules was a physical thing as he watched me and her.
She stopped when she was barely an inch from my knees. Holding out one hand, she adjusted her bag with the other. “Key? I want to put my stuff up before I get my porn on. I might even rub one out so I can sit here with you sexy studs without getting all flustered.”
The room stopped. She hadn’t been quiet, and if my suspicions were correct, she projected her voice to make a scene. I was pretty sure this girl was trying to make our lives hell for keeping her. What she didn’t know was that she’d met her match.
I grinned and opened my mouth to give it back, then stopped. Jules. I want Jules to have something good—even if only a good lay—for once in his life. He’d never go for it if I got there too.
Clearing my throat, I pulled the key out of my pocket. The heavy iron key was warm in my palm. “Sure. Go ahead. I wouldn’t set anything on the bed though. The sheets from last night are still on it, and the fluid level is extreme.” There, that ought to turn her off of the Emmett charm.
“Baby, I’ll just add mine to it.” She winked, snatched the key, and strutted out of the room. How anyone could strut in old, clunky, black combat boots, I would never know. Some secrets were just not meant for me.
After she was gone, I glanced at Jules to see him studying me. Before I could do damage control and better hide my raging erection, Milo walked up.
“Let’s go to my room for a bit.” Without waiting for our agreement, he shoved his hands in his pockets and strolled out like no one else existed. And the funny thing was, to the beloved president, no one else did.
“Are we going to let her go off on her own?” I wasn’t so sure that was smart right now.
Our fearless leader waved his hand. “We can’t be with her every second, no matter how much we don’t trust her. If we’re going to make this work, we have to start somewhere. Anyway, if she doesn’t find us soon, I’ll go get her.”
The door to my room was shut as we walked by, and I’d be lying if I said the three of us didn’t slow down. She had to be playing the brothers like this morning when she said she was going to rub one out. But damn if I didn’t try to listen for noises as I approached my room. To my disappointment, all was quiet.
Jules was the first to sit in Milo’s room, taking the same spot as he had last night. Very uncharacteristic for Milo, he ran his hands through his hair several times before facing us. I perched on the arm of the couch while I waited for him to calm down.
What happened while they were gone? Had she done something to freak him the fuck out? Because it sure as hell seemed like it. If she threatened to call the cops, the others wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of her. I’d do it.
“Okay, you’re really starting to worry me, and you know me. That’s a hell of a feat.” I crossed my feet and linked my hands together.
With one last tug through his hair, he walked over and fell on the couch opposite Jules and me.
“She’s too much. We need to get her word she won’t narc and cut her loose.”
I exchanged glances with Jules. This was out of left field. Way out. Surprisingly, Jules was the one to speak up. Using sign, he said, I think I can safely say, she’s the devil.
Again, shocked.
Milo laughed bitterly. “If it wasn’t for this fucking terrible situation, I’d select and reject. But it’s not that simple.”
Jules nodded sagely and signed, That makes three of us. He glanced at me and rolled his eyes. You can’t deny that you want her just as much as we do.
Busted. “No…I’m not denying that.” Another plan started to come together in my head. Pin-up was clearly going to drive us crazy if we tried to behave ourselves. So why should we? We’d think much clearer over these next few months if we weren’t all sexually frustrated. “I have a plan. Jules already knows some of it, but I’ve added to it.” Milo perked up like I might actually have the answer. “Tomorrow night, when we go see Clownface, we take her with us and have her dirty her hands a bit. Become a nice little accomplice. She won’t narc on us if her reputation and record are on the line. We just need to document it with pictures or some shit, so we know she won’t fuck with us.” I waited for that to sink in. Milo didn’t say a damn thing. He must really want her out of our lives. “If we are all so hot for her, we should have fun until we get rid of her. We’ve never shared a girl before, and we obviously can’t keep this one. Why not enjoy her, then when everything is said and done, let her go with a smile and pat on the ass.”
The immediate objection I expected never came. Instead, the corner of Jules’ mouth curled the barest fucking hint, and Milo tilted his head and furrowed his brow.
These fuckers were actually considering it. Elation and something like excitement rose inside me. We hadn’t ever shared a girl. I had no idea why we hadn’t. It wasn’t like we wanted to keep any of them. Oh, I’d still do my own thing on the side, but something about seeing Jules and Milo bring a girl to orgasm made me horny as fuck. And them watching me? Even better.