Chapter 15
Cherry
What does the receptionist at a sperm bank say as clients leave?
“Thanks for coming!”
Jacob’s lips connect with mine; his tanned hand cups my cheek and pulls me closer as if trying to permanently fuse our lips together.
His other hand is still on my thigh, and I want to drag him into the bathroom and let him do filthy things to me. Even with the others around me, Jacob holds my full attention. His hand on my leg feels like it’s burning just from his touch, and I lose myself in the feel of his mouth dominating mine.
I moan as his tongue probes my mouth, and it turns into a battle. Our tongues clash, and I have to suppress the urge to climb into his lap and grind on his cock cage through his pants.
The alcohol thrums through my blood, and I know I’m tipsy enough to feel confident enough to let whatever is happening right now happen between us.
Brad moves closer to my back, his hand skimming up my arm, and goosebumps follow in its path.
I’m painfully aware of them all around me, and for once, I want to allow myself to enjoy something that isn’t work.
Jade is always talking about how she enjoys her nights with her conquests. She might be my favorite nympho, but I want that after nothing but the destroyer for the last two years—best investment after catching them together.
I may have forgiven them, and I’m glad they are happy together even after all this time, but I wish I weren’t the one to get her heart broken in the process, and it’s taken me two years to move past it.
But now I think I’m healed, with their hands on me and their mouths like sin; I think I can finally forget the pain that ripped my heart out.
“Where did your head go, sweetness?” Macon asks me, startling me from my thoughts.
“Nowhere, I think the tequila hit a little too hard.” I chuckle, tucking a strand of pink hair behind my ear.
“Shall we get out of here then?” Brad suggests, his lips skimming up my neck.
“Please,” I practically beg, craning my neck to the side to give him better access.
“I’ll call my driver. Shall we go back to mine?” Braylen suggests, and I turn my head to look at him, seeing how his eyes track the other's every movement as they touch my body.
“D-do you want that?” I ask, pushing myself away from between Jacob and Brad and looking at the other two.
Macon nods his head, his eyes trailing over my body, undressing me. He licks his lips and winks at me when he sees me staring at him. “I’m down, sweetness. I’m dying for another taste.”
“I think I would follow you anywhere, my love,” Jacob’s cheeks darken when my head snaps to him from the nickname. “Too much?”
I shake my head, “No, I like it.”
“What about you little man?” Macon asks Brad, downing the last shot of tequila in front of him.
“I’ve spent long enough pining after my unicorn. Now that I’ve got her, I’m not letting her go.” His baby blue eyes sparkle as he looks up at me, and I smile in response.
"Sounds good! Ready to go?" Braylen cheerfully says, tossing his napkin on the table before getting up, causing the wooden chair to scrape across the floor.
Braylen’s driver pulls up in a six-seater car this time since Jacob and Macon didn’t want to drive after drinking.
“Lucas, please take us to my place,” Braylen orders.
“All of you?” Lucas asks, his eyes skipping over the guys and stopping on me. His lip curls into a sneer in the front mirror, and I drop my eyes, unsure of what I’ve done to offend him.
“Yup.” Brad swings his arm around my shoulders in the back seat, pulling me further into his side. “We’re about to treat our girl justttt right.”
“You gonna let me into your swamp?” Macon nibbles on my ear.
“Gonna get shreky,” Brad laughs.
“It’s always swampy when I think of you,” I mutter, burrowing my head into Brad’s neck to hide the red blush covering my cheeks. “Gross…” Lucas mutters under his breath.
Braylen shoots him a dark look, his hand coming through the middle, and rubs my calf soothingly, “Is your love tap leaking, Angel? Like a dripping faucet.”
“Mmhmm,” I bite my bottom lip, trailing my eyes over the handsome men in front of me. Lucas glares at me some more, his eyes never leaving my face in the mirror until a car’s horn beeping has him swearing and swerving back to the right side of the road.
“Eyes on the road, Lucas. We have precious cargo tonight,” Braylen barks at his driver.
“Yes, sir.” Lucas grits out between clenched teeth.
“You live here?” I exclaim when the door to Braylen’s home swings open.
The inside is dark and cozy, with wood panel walls and a large TV that I would love to watch Bake Off on and cuddle on the leather sofa with Marco.
I walk further into the room, my heels clicking against the flooring as I take it all in. This place is enormous, and I twirl in front of the fireplace as I look at the books that surround us. There are floor-to-ceiling bookcases and big windows, that I imagine bathe the room in light during the day.
“I do.” Braylen eyes are glued to me as I move around his space, my fingers skimming over carved wooden ornaments.
Macon lets out a low whistle as he looks around the place, his eyes lock onto the beam above his head. “Is this Hickory Oak?”
“It is. How did you know?” Braylen asks.
“We own Good Wood Joiners - It’s our thing.”
“So you like wood?” I ask, skimming my eyes over the wooden beams. I can’t see any differences between the wood in the beams or the one on the floor, but Jacob and Macon like this, so I want to ask about it.
Jacob appears at my back, his veiny hand gathering strands of my hair, and slowly pulls them back over my shoulder.
“We do. Tonight, we’ll prove how interesting wood can be.” His lips skim over my ear, and I shiver because of his husky voice.
“How smooth,” Brad laughs, rolling his eyes at the others. “How about we take our sweet Cherry to the room and show her a night of unforgettable bliss?”
“Yes.” I nod my head vigorously, “That. Let’s do that.”
My thighs clench, my flower pulses surrounding the idea of taking their pollinators tonight, and I nearly cream myself on the spot at the idea.