Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
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H aley
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S o last night... happened . I smack both hands over my face, wondering if I manifest hard enough will the uber-luxury mattress on which I lay swallow me up?
But oh, I pleaded the fifth, right? So technically... technically, I didn’t want them to stop touching me, and I was too cowardly to say so. But that was last night. It’s in the past now. They probably forgot all about it by now. Besides, while I was naked and orgasming like a wet monsoon, they kept all their clothes on. So... really, they were pity climaxes. They didn’t really want me back. And that works in my favor.
Right. I refuse to think of it anymore and plan my day. I have to go into the office today. Cass has a spa day with Sweetpea and Honeypot, and I should check on my parents as well.
When my friends question my glow, I blurt everything out in one long sentence. Oh, and when I said I came so many times I lost count, I lied. I knew exactly how many times they made me come.
“It means nothing,” I tell Tierney and Clementine as we sip coffee during our morning meetings. Tierney and Clementine, glowing from their real marital bliss, exchange smiling glances, but I ignore them because I know better.
“As recipients of love at first sight,” Tierney begins.
“Oh no. Not going there, and also, I don’t want to talk about it.”
I keep a straight face while Tierney and Clementine continue to smile at me with raised eyebrows, but they also know exactly how set in my ways I can be.
I stay away from the penthouse as long as possible and seriously consider sleeping at my parents' house. I mean, ours is just an inconvenient marriage after all. So we could live separate lives. Why didn’t I think of that before?
Except by seven o'clock, they arrive at my parents' house to bring me home. Why wouldn’t they just sign an annulment and be done with me already?
Thankfully, the penthouse is big enough that if I plot my stay carefully enough, I won’t have to run into them at all.
But the instant I lay down on the bed, the box in which I’d locked everything they did to me unlocks, and now my mind races, forcing me to re-experience every touch.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
My pussy throbs, and when I slip my hands into my panties, my fingers come away soaked. I refuse to touch myself, so I take another cold shower, then I clench my thighs shut and pick up one of Wesley’s books. Something about the Roman Empire. Great, it’s definitely going to put me right to sleep.
It doesn’t.
I need water, I decide. Maybe ice cream. Ice cream... nope, don’t go there.
By now, Cass is so fed up with me she looks ready to bite my head off for disturbing her sleep.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” I say softly. Also traitor. Cass literally likes no one else but me, despite her moods. But the way she is with Wesley, Dean, and Camden, and the way they are with her....
No, I’m not turning them into good men. They’re bad. They spanked me. They refuse to divorce me. They pledged a million dollars a month in donations to my animal sanctuary charity, and they even paid for the property where we house abandoned animals. We’ve been having some serious problems with the landlord, who was ready to throw us out.
No. They can do nice things for me and still be bad. Yes, that makes me feel better.
By 11 p.m. I’m grumpy as hell. I need to sleep. I have a couple of meetings tomorrow, and I need to look presentable, which means I need to resolve this situation.
I find them in their study downstairs, nursing whiskey, dressed in track pants and T-shirts, discussing stocks or something like that. They stand when they see me, legs braced apart, hands in their pockets. I really, truly wish my body didn’t respond to them that way, or at all, actually.
“So,” I say, taking a deep breath. “Since I was minding my own business, and you started all this, and now that it’s ruining my sleep, and I need to sleep or I’ll be cranky tomorrow, and it would be your fault, you need to... you need to rectify matters.”
“What matters?” Wesley asks.
I raise my chin. “The matters between my legs,” I say clearly and succinctly, meanwhile my cheeks are on fire, and I wish the floor would swallow me whole.
“What do you need?” Camden asks, stroking his jaw as he peruses my nightwear, which is a long white cotton nightie—the most comfortable thing on earth to sleep in.
“I need you to... make me come. Please.”
If ever I’m going to write a book about my time with the MEN, this should go down as the defining moment when I realized I lost my mind. I should have used that damn vibrator Tierney had gotten for me and Clementine and been done with it. What am I doing?
I want to run and hide from embarrassment and am ready to do just that when Wesley’s voice stops me.
“The next time we make you come, it will be with our cocks buried deep inside your virgin body, Haley. As our bride. Do you understand that?”