Chapter Thirteen
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You don’t get one of us until you get all of us.
brody
What time is it? That thought’s been repeating in my head all morning. Because I’ve been counting down the minutes.
After last night, the boys and I decided over eggs that Margot needs a longer sex runway. It’s clear to us that she needs to get really revved up before she takes off.
Everyone all at once was too much.
We gotta ease her in. But quickly, because there’s an expiration date. And it’s four days from now.
It makes sense. A shitty marriage with no intimacy for twenty years left her with too much unfamiliar ground to cover. She got overwhelmed by everything she’d never experienced.
So today, we start ticking shit off that list.
The plan’s simple: We edge the fuck out of her, all day, until she’s so feral that she can’t focus on anything else but us. Then we make her come harder than she ever has.
That should be enough motivation to cure her nerves.
My mind drifts back to her on her knees in front of Wells.
It didn’t matter that it wasn’t me. Seeing her and Brooks side by side made me think I’d never last long enough to finish her lesson. It was fucking molten.
Before I can get too ensconced in the memory, I pull my phone out of my pocket to make sure I’m at the right shopping center.
Because also, over eggs, we bribed Moon with some of her favorite vegan cookies to give us Margot’s schedule for today.
I glance down at the message she sent me.
Moon: Here you go. This better be for sexy fun and not because you’re a freak ass stalker.
Me: Well, now you’ve ruined my surprise.
Moon: Ha Ha. She’s heading down to the village around 2 to do some shopping (Lingerie, I think.) ?? whiskey ice cream beach social at 4. Sound bath at 6:30 on the cliffs. Dinner with me at 8. Then she’s all yours (plural).
Me: I’d say you’re the best, but I’ve met your sister.
Moon: ??
I shove my phone back in my pocket, smiling to myself because the minute I saw the schedule, I knew exactly what my line of attack would be.
Last night, Margot freaked out about taking off her coat. And she never fully undressed either, even though Brooks and I were both nude when we slept.
So today, she’s going to do some modeling for me.
I pull the door open of the store that I know she has to be inside. Mainly because it’s the only place that sells lingerie.
There’s a ding from a bell above as I walk through. It makes me wince and look around to make sure I haven’t already been caught.
I mean, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I did, but I’m a guy who likes a surprise.
Sue me. She might after I metaphorically blue-ball her.
The store’s empty, which is perfect. So I make my way to the counter, where a single female employee stands.
The moment she lays eyes on me, she smiles.
“Hi. Do you need some help?”
“Hey,” I greet, keeping my voice low. “I am looking for my girlfriend. I think she just walked in here a little bit ago.”
The girl looks disappointed but hides it well as she says, “Is her name Margot?”
“Bingo.”
With a smile, she motions her hand toward the dressing rooms. “You can have a seat on the couch. She has a pretty big haul to try on.”
When she starts out from behind the counter, as if she’s headed to tell Margot I’m here, I stop her.
“No, no. You don’t have to tell her I’m here. I’ll surprise her.”
She doesn’t say anything, just kind of shrugs and nods dismissively at the same time, before turning around. So I push my luck.
“In fact,” I add with all the charm I have, making her look over her shoulder, “I was supposed to bring her coffee from that cute little shop four stores down.”
The girl glances at the dressing rooms, then back at me as I continue. “I’d pay good money if you’d be awesome enough to run down and grab two lattes.”
Her head draws back, and she looks me up and down.
Shit. She’s either about to say no or call the cops. So I pull out a Hail Mary. I reach into my back pocket and grab my wallet.
“Sorry, that was rude.” I start counting off hundred-dollar bills. “But she’ll kill me if I forget her caffeine.” I glance up to see her brows raised, so I stop at three. “You can keep the change. Just take your time, there’s no rush.”
The frown she wore turns into a megawatt smile before she faces me.
“Coincidentally, I’m due for a fifteen-minute break,” she offers. “But I’ll have to lock you in. You know, so you don’t steal anything.”
I give a nod as she slyly takes the cash from my hand.
“Of course. Not a problem.”
With a sigh, she starts past me, but just when I think I’m in the clear, the store girl beelines for the dressing rooms, raising her voice. “Hey, your boyfriend’s here.”
She turns and looks at me, shoving the three hundred dollars in her pocket before she shrugs. “You could be a weirdo.”
I roll my eyes and mouth Scram as Margot walks out of the dressing room, sadly fully clothed, with a confused look on her face.
“My what?” she says before she lays eyes on me and smiles. “Oh. Boyfriend…right.”
The little bell on the door dings again as the girl leaves. Margot cranes her neck to look over my shoulder just as I hear the lock click.
She looks back at me. “What are you doing, fake boyfriend? What’s going on?”
I look around as if the answer is obvious. “I’m shopping.”
She chuckles, then points to a black lace bra on a hanger. “You’d look great in that.” Then she presses again, “Come on. Come clean. What are you doing here? And why are we locked in?”
I close the distance as I speak.
“Well, a little birdie told me you were shopping for lingerie. So I thought you could use my assistance.”
She crosses her arms. “And how exactly do you plan to help?”
“I have a very discerning eye,” I tease as I sit on the couch, spreading my legs before my arms span the width of the back.
“Right,” she says with a grin. “Come to think of it, I’ve always heard that about chefs. Incredible in the kitchen and quite the underwear fashionistas.”
We’re staring at each other, and it’s like the heat in the room cranked up a notch.
“Look at it this way. Who better to choose the lingerie than the person who’s gonna take it off?”
Margot stands with her arms crossed as our eyes stay locked on each other for a few seconds longer, until she finally takes a step backward.
She points at me. “Stay.”
I smirk because that’s what she thinks. My eyes narrow as I play along.
“Be quick. Or no fucking promises.”
She rolls her eyes before walking into her dressing room and closing the door. Goddamn, this woman’s attractive.
One minute, then two more go by, and I’m already getting antsy.
“Come out. I want to see.”
“Hold your horses,” she yells, but I’m grumbling to myself before I hear her door open.
My head lifts, ready for sex on a stick, but instead, I get white lace undies over leggings and the matching bra over her T-shirt.
“So?” she says, putting her hands on her hips and turning around on her tiptoes. “Do you like it?”
“What the fuck…”
I shake my head and stand, making her jump. But this is what she gets. I’m stalking toward her with a smile as she starts to giggle.
The moment I get to her, my hands land on her waist before I spin her around and start walking her back into her dressing room.
“Oh, you think you’re funny,” I grind out.
Her feet move quickly as she rushes out her protest.
“Wait…what are you doing? Brody…” She’s laughing the whole way before I close the door behind us, locking it.
We freeze, her a bit breathless, me with a tensed jaw. Margot’s staring at me through the mirror, and I’m doing the same to her.
I lean down, speaking into her ear.
My voice is low and laced with gravel. “I want what I didn’t get last night. Which is you…” My eyes trail down her frame. “Nude.”
She blinks with a tiny shake of her head. “Here? But—”
“Yeah. Here.” I take a step away before sitting on the bench in the room.
The war that’s going on inside her head is evident on her face. But all she gets from me is a smirk.
“Last night, you were on overthinking overload,” I offer, gripping the back of my neck. “Today, we fix that.”
She narrows her eyes as if she’s considering what I’m saying before she counters, “I’m not nervous to be nude in front of you, if that’s what you think. I just had on ugly underwear, and I wanted to look…better than laundry day.”
“That’s not what I think,” I breathe out. “What I think is that you’ve probably never undressed with a man’s eyes on you, let alone three at the same time. So I thought a little practice might quell any nervous —”
“Thoughts?” she finishes.
“Yeah,” I offer in return. “Because trust me. We’re gonna watch.”
She laughs before unhooking the lace bra and tossing it at me. “So you want me to put on a show?” The panties follow.
I catch them before tossing the set aside as I relax my back against the wall, making myself more comfortable.
My tongue darts out over my bottom lip before I answer, “No. No show. Just undress for me.”
The way I level my words at her makes her shiver as she stares back into my eyes. All the bravado she just had melts away until she cocks her head and whispers, “How?”
Damn, the way this woman journeys through innocence to find filth makes my dick hard.
“Just go slow. Show off. Be admired.”
Margot takes a deep breath before reaching for her T-shirt. She runs her hands under the hem and lifts the fabric, revealing her stomach first, before I see the underside of her breasts.
Fuck. She’s not wearing a bra.
I thought the one she was playing with was fitted over all her clothes. Suddenly, the idea of her walking around these shops without anything underneath that T-shirt makes me want to do very dirty shit to her.
Dammit.
I’m locked on her, watching as she lifts the shirt the rest of the way over her head before discarding it to the ground.
My eyes drift greedily over her body, taking in every curve and dip of her breasts, appreciating the slope and how her nipples pebble, begging for my attention.
She bites her bottom lip, just as affected as I feel.
“You’re not done,” I direct.
Her lips part as she lets out a quiet laugh. “So bossy.”
“You have no idea.”