Chapter Fourteen
. . .
Give it to me, Cherry.
I’ve been soaking in the bathtub for the last thirty minutes.
The moment we arrived back at their place, Brooks drew a bath for me, while Brody got me some meds.
And the whole time they did that, Wells kept me in his arms. They only left me alone to undress and get myself in.
Was it sweet? Sure. Whatever.
I’m sure plenty of women would die over it. But I’m not the kind of pussy they’re used to because all I can currently think about is scratching their eyes out.
Because all of this is their fault.
There’d be no jellyfish sting if they hadn’t tortured me all day. Never in my right mind have I ever thought about jogging.
I’m fairly positive that in a court of law, they’d be held liable for cruel and unusual punishment, and I’d be awarded damages.
The problem is I only want payment in the form of dick because I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life.
My hand slaps the water as if I wish it were one of their faces.
I’m mid-grumble, telling them off in my head, when there’s a knock at the door.
I narrow my eyes, staring at it, debating whether or not to let whoever’s on the outside come in.
Oh my god. What am I going to do? Live here?
“Come in,” I bark, rolling my eyes.
The door opens slowly before Wells peeks his face in. “Still mad?”
“Depends,” I throw back. “Are you still planning on edging me till the end of eternity?”
He chuckles, not fucking answering the question. “May I come in?”
Is he actually trying to be a gentleman? Don’t piss me off.
“Your fingers have been inside of me. I think it’s okay if you see me nude.”
Because I’ve really adopted “brat” as my full personality, as soon as he steps inside the bathroom, holding a towel, I stand up in the middle of the tub.
Water drips down my body as I glare at him.
He freezes in place, half a smile on his face. But like the ungentlemanly swine he is, he dares to keep his eyes on mine.
I give a little scream-growl, and it makes him laugh before I point a finger at him. “You don’t get to laugh at me.” My finger shoots to the counter. “Leave the towel right over there unless you’re planning on doing something with all of this.”
My hands wave up and down my body. I shift my weight to put a hand on my hip, but that puts pressure on my fish foot, so I wince.
Wells reaches for me, closing the distance in a second. “Let me help you.”
I slap his hands away dramatically, making him laugh as I say, “I can take care of myself.”
But I suck in a breath when my foot hurts again.
It’s clear to me that whoever raised Wells didn’t have any manners because he’s a very poor listener. Instead of leaving me alone, he wraps the towel around my body, covering me completely.
“Oh yeah,” I breathe out. “Cover it up.”
“Cherry,” he says with way too much charm. “Let’s be friends again.”
I don’t say anything, just narrow my eyes.
Am I throwing a temper tantrum because I need to be fucked? I absolutely am.
And I’m unashamed.
Because I am not god’s strongest soldier.
I’ve been dry humped in a dressing room against a wall and eaten out in a damn garden like I was a fucking human ice cream cone.
My body isn’t used to this kind of attention. I’m on horny overload. And if somebody doesn’t start playing “just the tip” with my goddamn pussy, I’m going to lose my mind.
Wells offers his hand, and I take it with a scowl. He helps me step out of the tub, but I refuse to speak. I won’t even say thank you.
Once I’m out and standing on a bath mat, he brings his hands to the towel, moving them around my body as he helps dry me off.
I wish I didn’t audibly inhale, but I do, because I’m immediately turned on.
Damn if I didn’t just lose my train of thought because I had something sassy to say. But I’m not as quick on my feet when he’s touching me.
He walks behind me, turning me toward the mirror so we’re looking at ourselves. When our eyes meet, he smirks.
“Why don’t you tell me about your day?”
My face pinches up before my lips part, ready to cuss him out until he adds, “Because friends tell each other things. So I’d like to hear all about what you did today.”
It’s not what he says. It’s how he says it that makes the anger immediately dissipate, and my tongue darts out over my bottom lip.
We’re staring at each other through the mirror as Wells slowly raises his hand and undoes my towel. He doesn’t let it drop on the floor, keeping it in his hand as he exposes my body.
“You’re wet.”
You bastard. He takes the towel and glides it over my ass before raising his brows for me to speak.
I swallow, then do as I’m told in a quiet, husky voice.
“I went shopping…”
He gives an appreciative look as the towel drags over my back.
“It was for lingerie. But I didn’t buy anything.”
The cotton swipes over my breast as he says, “Why not?”
“Because I got too distracted…” Like I am right now.
“Did you?” he teases because I’m positive he knows everything.
I just nod, staring back at him as he runs the towel down my stomach. “Is that all you did with Brody?”
I shake my head.
The towel’s discarded on the counter before he says, “Do you want to show me what you did with Brody?”
I don’t even blink as he stares at me, and there’s nothing but silence.
Slowly, I turn around, my palms gripping the counter before I lift myself up, my ass on the cold surface.
It’s a bold move. But he said show him.
We’re locked on each other, so I decide to up the ante and spread my fucking legs.
Wells’ chest rises higher, and this time, his eyes don’t stay on mine. They rake over my body, like he’s entitled to it, before stopping at my pussy.
This is the first time that he’s seeing me, all of me. But in this moment, I remember the important part of what Brody said.
“Show off. Be admired.”
So I spread them a little further.
I swear to god it looks like Wells just took a hit by the way he closes his eyes for a second and his head rocks back.
A smile creeps out on his face as he comes back to me, stepping in between my thighs.
“You have a very pretty pussy.”
Never in my life. And shame on that.
His palms drag down my sides, coming to my ass, before he jerks me forward, flush to his cock.
I gasp but wrap my legs around his hips, hooking them at the ankles.
Our bare chests press, but I can feel how hard my nipples are. I’m staring up at him, my head tipped back as he looks down, his perfect mouth hovering over mine.
“Did he do this, Cherry?” he rasps.
With one arm wrapped around me, he grips my ass before grinding his cock over my center. I shudder and let out a whimper before I nod.
“Yes.”
Wells forces my body backward, his palm slapping onto the counter as he rocks his hips forward again and again.
I wrap my arms around him as my mouth falls open, and my eyes close. Because Wells is fucking my naked body through his slutty board shorts. His mouth is on my neck, and he’s dragging it over my collarbone as I fucking pant.
“Oh my god,” I breathe out as he grips my ass harder, forcing me against him.
His lips come to my ear. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I whine, moving my hips.
“Do you want to come all over my shorts, Cherry?”
“Fuck…please, yes, Wells.”
He sucks on my earlobe, but it’s only because he’s a bastard, before he says, “But are you allowed to come, Margot?”
I could scream. Instead, I grab his face and push it back until we’re eye to eye.
He can see that I’m mad, but Wells doesn’t care. He smiles and twists his head to nab my hand with his mouth before he sucks on my fingers, letting them go with a pop before he says, “Good girls get rewarded, remember?”
I will commit homicide if he doesn’t follow through.
Begrudgingly, I answer, “No. I don’t get to come until it’s with all of you. Right?”
Because I remember that stupid fuckboy motto too.
He grins and reaches behind him, unhooking my ankles and tapping my leg. So I release him and blow out a breath, making my lips flap.
Wells chuckles, stepping back, but as I begin to close my legs, he gently slaps his palm to the inside of my thigh. I jump, looking back at him wide-eyed.
“Uh-uh. That’s not all you did today.”
Oh. We’re not done. Well, shit.
His fingertips creep up my thigh, and I suck in a breath because he reaches out and spreads my pussy open.
“Fuck,” I pant.
His fingers have no sense of urgency as they play with me, running lazy figure eights over my clit, pressing hard enough to tease, but not enough to make me come.
Wells’ voice is so full of gravel it’s deadly as he watches what he’s doing. “Tell me how he did it?”
My eyes almost roll into the back of my head as I answer, “He had ice cream.”
Well smirks. “Did he eat it off your cunt?”
He applies more pressure, and I shiver. All I can do is nod.
There are no more words left. Because if their objective was to get me out of my head and make me feral enough to only think about sex, they’ve achieved the goal.
My singular thought is the need I have for someone to fuck me.
I feel Wells’ hand retreat before he leans in, staring me down before he kisses me. It’s rough and sloppy. But when he pulls away, he whispers his words into my lips.
“Do you wanna come by someone’s mouth or with a cock inside of you?”
“I want it all,” I rush out, not even considering if that’s plausible.
Because frankly, I just want.
His absence feels like torture as he steps away again.
“Come.”
“I’d love to,” I scoff.
He chuckles, holding out his hand, and I realize that he means for me to follow him.
“Oh, you mean…” I giggle and take his hand before he helps me down off the counter.
He stares down at my nude body with his hands on my hips. “Are you okay? Are you ready for this?”
Oh fuck. The same feeling of anticipation and fear I’ve ever had on a roller coaster is the exact emotion I’m experiencing right now.
I am so ready.
“Yes,” I whisper before he leads me out of the bathroom and directly into their bedroom.
As we enter the room, Brooks and Brody are standing by the edge of the bed, staring at me.
They watch as Wells leads me over before helping me onto it.
I think instinctively, as the meal, I scoot to the middle.