Chapter 32
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
Berlyn
Having to go back to class after living in our own little bubble all weekend feels illegal.
Like a crime. Against me personally.
I haven’t had to leave the guys’ house since I got here and I don’t really want to leave now. In such a short time, their home has become a safe space for me. I mean the library? Lock me up in there and throw away the key. I never want to leave.
Being in there is like being transported into one of my Pinterest boards. The colors, the paintings and sketches that decorate the walls that I have a sneaking suspicion are West’s work, and the excessive amount of fuzzy blankets are enough to bribe me into being held hostage.
Do they need me to tie my hands up myself?
That’s not even getting to all the pretty books in there.
They have some of the hardest to get your hands on limited runs from book boxes.
Ones I tried and failed to get multiple times.
I’m not fully convinced they didn’t steal them.
Or hack systems to ensure they were one of the lucky few to win the book lottery.
Every book I’ve read and liked over the last few years are accounted for. Even books that I put on my Tbr and haven’t gotten to yet.
Do I really need to go back to class?
The outside world has no chance of feeling as inviting and safe as my guys have made their home for me. In fact, I feel the exact opposite about everything that lays beyond the front door.
Like instead of being transported to a Pinterest board, the outside is looking more like a horror movie.
And we have officially moved on to the Christmas season.
Sorry, Halloween, love you, but see you next year.
Move over, Thanksgiving, green and red are now my favorite colors and I’m dreaming about a fat guy in a red suit bringing me presents.
No more room for horror.
You know what is green though?
My library. Well, the guys’ library, but they made it for me. So mine. I will lick it if I have to.
I sigh, rinsing the shampoo out of my hair and applying conditioner. It wasn’t actually a hair wash day, but dragging out my shower felt like I could put off starting my day a little longer. Hold off the inevitable reality I’m going to be forced to face once I step foot out of that door.
If Summer were here, joking about my life becoming a dark romance again, I would tell her this is the part where I get kidnapped. Or almost die. Or everything goes horribly wrong. I kind of would like to skip that part and skip straight to the epilogue.
Not the baby kind of epilogue though. Maybe one day. But I’m not ready to be a mom.
The bathroom door opens and Ezra slips in. “Are you trying to drown yourself in there?” he teases.
I pout, wiping the condensation from the glass door to see him better. He takes off his glasses as they fog up and rests them on the counter next to my phone. I had to turn the thing on do not disturb because my father hasn’t stopped calling and texting.
“Will you give me CPR if I answer yes?”
His smile is slow and one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. “You could just ask me to kiss you. No near death experience required.”
“Kiss me.” Even after everything we’ve done this weekend, the words still make me blush.
“Out of the shower first,” he instructs with far too much amusement. Jerk. He is already dressed for the day. They all probably are and only waiting on me to get a move on. But I really don’t want to.
“Summer is here,” he prompts and I sigh. That bitch. “She said she knew you were going to do this,” he explains. “I’ve been given clear instructions to get you ready.” He picks his glasses back up and wipes the fog from the lenses, putting them back on.
I groan, but rinse the conditioner out of my hair and rush through the rest of my shower routine. I am not shaving though. If they’re going to make me face this day, they can face my prickly legs.
It’s less satisfying when I realize they probably won’t even notice. And if they do and I tell them I didn’t feel like shaving, one of them would offer to do it for me. My lips twitch and Ezra arches a brow as he holds a white fluffy towel up and wraps it around me.
They’re impossible to stay mad at.
“No one is making you go,” he says gently, patting my skin dry. “You want to go,” he continues, daring me to argue with him. “Even if it’s scary.”
Stupid jerk.
It really sucks being surrounded by people who know you better than you know yourself.
My father has taken enough from me. It’s all he’s done for as long as I can remember. I can’t let him take this life from me too. Any aspect of this life. Not my guys, not Summer, not the degree I’m so close to, not even this one singular class that any other day I would enjoy.
Marshall’s lectures are some of my favorites. She’s engaging and interesting and challenging. Why should I give that up, and give myself extra work, for a man who has stolen so much from me already?
“No one likes a know-it-all, Ezra.”
Is it a good comeback?
No.
Is the only thing it accomplishes making him laugh as he towel dries my hair?
Yes.
But did it still kind of make me feel better?
Maybe.
A win is a win.
“Come on, Little Rabbit. You’ve got this,” he encourages, wrapping me back up, pressing a kiss to my lips, and picking me up to carry me into my bedroom. I haven’t actually slept in here yet, but they even have the room set up with everything I’d need to move in yesterday.
Clothes in my size and style, my favorite products, decorated to my tastes. They really do think of everything. To a creepy level, but I’ve accepted that I find the creeptastic vibes adorable. Also very convenient.
Ezra stays with me as I get ready, his eyes heating as I drop the towel and rub body oil into my skin. I drag out the process, purposefully making each move as slow and sensual as I can. His lazy smile turns devilish as he darts out, grabbing me around the waist and pilling me on top of him.
“Naughty, Little Rabbit,” he teases, kissing me. I sigh into his mouth, melting at his touch. If I felt like Pavlov’s dog before, I don’t know what I feel like now. All it takes is one look, one touch, one taste and I’m more than ready for them to fuck me. “Do you need a reward for being so brave?”
The words are whispered against my lips and a shiver races through me as heat spreads through my core. I’m already nodding before he can finish the sentence.
His chuckle is deep and dark and captivating. It’s a good thing they would never hurt me because I would let them do anything they wanted to keep hearing that laugh. To keep feeling them.
“You get one now,” he says, kissing my forehead as one hand cups my ass, pulling me against his hard length.
“And three more for every class you make it through today.” His hand trails lowers, sliding through my slit.
I’m already more than wet enough to take him.
He brushes past my clit and I moan into his shoulder.
“Do you want to fuck my face or my fingers?” he asks, his voice growing heavier with lust.
I lick my lips, pulling away from his shoulder to meet his eyes. “You,” I whisper. “I want to fuck you, Ezra.”
He groans, a battle raging in his eyes but I know he wants me just as desperately. They always do. “We don’t have time for that.”
I rub my body against him, feeling how thick and hard he is. I can be brave another day, or maybe just be late to being brave. More than anything I need Ezra right now.
“Please,” I beg, undulating my hips against him.
A squeal escapes me when he flips our positions, moving faster than my eyes could track.
One moment I was on top of him, grinding against his dick and begging for him to let me have it and the next I’m on my back and Ezra is above me freeing his impressive cock from his pants.
“This is going to be quick and dirty, baby,” he promises–or threatens– I’m not really sure. Either way it sounds enticing.
Ezra pulls my ass to the edge of the bed, grips both of my ankles in one hand and rests them on one of his shoulders. Before I can even adjust to the new position, he’s thrusting inside of me in one long hard movement.
My moan makes him smirk. “Don’t be too loud, or we’re going to get yelled at,” he whispers, right before drawing back out and mercilessly thrusting back into me.
Pleasure dances through my body and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out.
Ezra was not kidding when he said quick and dirty.
None of them have fucked me like this. It’s almost as if he’s been possessed as he drives into me again and again, each thrust pushing more thoughts and worries from my brain until all that’s left is the feeling of being filled.
Stretched so perfectly with an edge of pain from the feral movements that drives my ecstasy even higher.
“Ezra,” I gasp softly, barely having the air to even get his name out. Damn he looks good, staring down at me, those slutty glasses and smirk promising wicked things.
“I know, baby,” he praises. “You take me so well.”
I can feel my orgasm climbing, quick and dirty just like he promised. He hits me so deep and fast I don’t even notice when the door opens and Jude joins us until I hear his laugh.
The door is quickly shut behind him and I moan out his name making Ezra tsk at me.
“Jude isn’t the one fucking, Little Rabbit,” he says, punctuating each word with another snap of his hips that makes me cry out.
“Shh, Baby Girl,” Jude warns, joining me on the bed. “Wouldn’t want your friend to overhear you, would you?”
I’m so damn close, it’s hard not to make a sound.
“I got you,” Jude says with a smirk, pulling out his own dick.
Ezra shakes his head, never slowing his brutal pace.
Right as another moan is about to break free, Jude grips my chin and forces my mouth open and slides his cock in my mouth.
I moan around him, licking around his head but the sound is muffled.