Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
MOLLY
Lennon smiles, then kisses me on the cheek.
“Call me later, babe,” is all she says before she releases me and leaves me alone in the woods with my brothers .
I stare at the three of them and feel a range of emotions, betrayal being the strongest. These past four weeks have been so hard.
I tried to hate them for tricking me and using me, but I couldn’t, which made me more angry with myself.
I should be angry, I have every right to be but I’m also not a hypocrite. I did want my masked men to be them.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” I ask.
“No,” Brayden answers honestly.
“Why?” I fire back.
“Because, we knew the moment you saw Brady at the wedding, you would learn he was our half-brother and hate us by default,” Justin responds.
I snort. “I’m not that shallow. You three are nothing like him. You can’t help who you share blood with.”
“We were wrong. We fucked up so badly and never should have brought you into any of this,” Kingston adds.
“Why did you?” I fire back.
“They did it for me,” Brayden says, drawing my focus to him.
“I’ve wanted to break Brady since he shattered my knee and ruined any chance of me ever playing hockey.
When we learned he had a girlfriend, we had planned to get her to fall for one of us and use it against him, but turns out she was never his. ”
I frown. “What does that mean?”
Bray smiles sinfully. “You were never his, birdy. You have always been ours, it just took me longer to realize that than it should have. The jokes on us though, we had planned to hurt him but he won. Him stealing that video and playing it for everyone to see hurt us. No cunt was ever meant to see you like that, aside from us. Your moans, your pleasure and every fucking orgasm belongs to us.”
His words have my stomach in knots and my pussy pulsing with need for the first time in weeks. “What about your mom and my dad?”
“Fuck em.”
“Don’t care.”
“You’re ours,” the three of them answer in unison, bringing a smile to my face.
“If you ever lie to me, trick me or use me?—”
“Never! We won’t, I swear,” Kingston cuts me off to say.
“Look, we can stand here all night talking or you can admit it that you love us like we love you, then we can get to the best part of the night.” Hearing Brayden admit that they love me robs me of air.
“What part?” I ask instead of focusing on the butterflies inside, knowing that they feel the same as I do.
“The part where you turn and run so we can hunt your ass down and fuck you so hard you forget you ever existed without us.” Kingston’s sinful promise has my stomach tightening and my pussy gushing with need.
“I’ll forgive you three on one condition,” I say in a suggestive tone.
“Name it,” Justin clips out.
“Any of you got any marshmallows?” Brayden throws his head back and laughs, the sound bringing a smile to my face. Both Kingston and Justin stand there looking like they ate a lemon.
“You want us to do that shit again?” Kingston asks.
“Fuck, yes. Colorado s’mores are my new favorite treat,” I say.
Forgive me father—nah, no forgiveness needed, father. I’m going to hell and I know it, but I’ll go smiling because I’ll be riding my brothers’ cocks the whole way.