Chapter 9 Lily
LILY
Excessive yawning turned out to be my body’s way of coping with the news of them wanting to share me—and eating too much pasta. Not ideal, but still much better than my usual stress-related stomach ache.
After an hour or two of mostly one-sided conversation, Max brought me to my room, wished me a good night, and kissed me softly on my cheek before he left. Without locking the door this time.
Despite my body feeling like a ton of bricks, I’m unable to fall asleep, and when the first rays of sunshine peek through the barred window of my room, I give up trying altogether.
By now, I’ve cursed myself for not asking about details at least a thousand times, as if knowing the exact logistics would improve the situation.
It doesn’t, a conclusion I reach after mulling over the possible scenarios for hours until a sound at the door makes me jump up from the bed.
Appalled about my eager puppy behavior, I try to act unfazed as Max and Logan enter the room.
“Missed you, baby,” Max whispers in my ear while hugging me, and it’s only when Logan dismissively clicks his tongue that he lets go of me.
“Didn’t come here to watch you two cuddle.”
Logan walks over to a chair that’s sitting in front of a desk loaded with dusty files. The way he’s sitting down, leaning back and thighs spread obscenely wide as if this isn’t some cheap chair but a throne, makes me swallow hard.
“You’re done staring?”
Great, this is going even worse than I thought it would.
“Max already explained it to you last night, but I want things to be crystal clear. No need for another unnecessary conversation,” he says, glaring at Max.
“You want to stay here. You want us to keep you safe. Right?”
I nod, and he continues.
“Well, I’m not running a charity, so you’ll understand I want something in return.”
When I turn to look at Max, to avoid having a nervous breakdown, Logan clicks his tongue.
“Eyes on me. I’m not a lovesick puppy like Max. The rules are simple, and I expect you to follow them: As long as you’re here, your body is ours to use. Whenever and however we please. So, are you in or not?”
Straightforward, just like Max promised.
“I’m in,” I say before I can change my mind, and Logan raises his eyebrows.
For a while, I contemplated saying no to their offer.
To keep my integrity and stick to my morals, to do what Brady didn’t.
But why should I be loyal to a man who wasn’t there for me when I needed him the most, who wanted to trade me in to pay his debt, to a man who is the reason I am in this situation in the first place?
A mixture of fear and spite influenced my decision, and it’s not like I will stay with them forever.
Max probably has already filed the necessary paperwork for the witness protection program.
“Are you really sure about that?”
“Logan, she already said yes; stop trying to change her mind,” Max says with a groan.
“Fine, let’s not waste any more time then.” He shrugs, and then his focus is back on me. “Strip,” he demands, causing me to freeze. “Want to take a proper look at my new pet.”
Pet.
It’s filthy. Degrading, something that shouldn’t turn me on like it does. Another thing for the nu-uh drawer.
“I’m not wearing anything underneath,” I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“As you should,” Logan replies, winking at Max. “There’s no need for underwear when you’re with us. No need for any clothing, to be honest, unless I feel like ripping something off of you, sweetheart.”
Judging by the heat it gives off, my face has reached a concerning level of red. I’m still standing in front of the bed, unmoving, and Logan leans forward in his chair.
“Lillian.” The sigh that follows makes his dissatisfaction with my behavior more than obvious.
“A minute ago, you said you’re in. This includes showing me what I want to see without making a fuss. You’re not in the position to act bratty. Did I make myself clear?”
“Ahm…”
“Not an ahm-question, Lillian. And I’m not open to negotiations either. Yes or no?”
My voice dies down in my throat before it can leave my mouth, and all I manage to do is nod.
“Words, sweetheart,” Logan says. “Use them or leave; it’s up to you.”
Max tugs at my hand, leaning closer to whisper in my ear.
“Yes, sir,” I force out through gritted teeth, hoping Max’s suggestion has the desired effect.
Logan groans, locking eyes with Max as he shifts his hips. “Looks like you were right about her, sunshine. Obedient and easy to teach.”
They're talking about me like I’m not even here, which should annoy me. People do this often, but with Max and Logan, it’s different. It makes heat build between my thighs while the little voice in my head tells me to be good for them. Only because I have nowhere else to go, of course.
“Undress her,” Logan tells Max, and I’m thankful I don’t have to do it myself—until the chilly air of the storage room hits my bare skin.
My self-consciousness crashes down upon me as I try to cover my breasts with one arm and hide as much of my stomach with the other, causing Logan to roll his eyes.
Max notices my discomfort immediately, and before Logan or I can say anything, he bolts out of the room. “I’ll be back in a second,” he yells, a door falling into the lock somewhere in the distance.
Logan somehow found a bullet casing to play with, or it’s his version of a fidget toy he brought in case he got bored.
“Nothing to be shy about, sweetheart. Your pathetic husband never told you how good you look? Only fucked you with the lights out?”
I don’t know what’s worse: his bluntness or the fact he hit the nail right on the head.
When Brady and I first got together, things were a little more passionate between us than they had been recently, but when other girls talked about eye-rolling orgasms and not being able to walk for a while after, I thought that was just an urban legend.
Mindblowing sex is wedged somewhere between the Loch Ness monster and Bloody Mary, at least in my experience. And over time, sleeping with Brady turned from an enjoyable encounter into nothing more than a duty to fulfill.
“You don’t have to answer me,” Logan laughs. “Your face is doing all the talking for you.”
I press my lips into a thin line and relief washes over me when Max comes back, out of breath, with a piece of black fabric in his hand.
“Can I?” he asks Logan.
“Ridiculous, but if it means I get to see her naked in the next two minutes, go on."
Max whispers words of encouragement while putting the blindfold over my eyes, extra quiet so Logan doesn’t hear him. Once it’s in place, he softly grabs my arms and pulls them away from my body.
I resist the urge to hide myself again and focus on the way Max’s hands feel on my body instead. He strokes over my breasts, down my stomach, and I bite my lip to keep myself from making a sound.
“Greedy boy,” Logan scolds. “Told you to undress her, not to touch her.”
Max grumbles in protest but stops caressing me nonetheless. Moments later, his breath hits my stomach as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sweats. He pulls them down, and I can no longer fight the urge to move my hands in front of my body.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to punish you today. But if you don’t stop this shit immediately, I’ll show you how creative I can get with shoelaces and a chair.”
“Not necessary,” I mumble while Max taps on my calf to signal me to step out of my pants.
His touch is the only thing keeping me grounded, so I’m not having a good time when Logan calls him over.
“Turn for us. Slowly.”
Maybe getting shot wouldn’t have been that bad? A shame that the realization comes in a few hours too late.
“What a pretty little thing,” Logan growls over the sound of skin against fabric. Max whimpers, and I thought my heart couldn’t beat any faster.
“You wanna touch her, sunshine?”
“Yes, please,” comes from Max, his voice laced with desperation, mixing with Logan’s dark laughter. It’s mean, in the hottest possible way, and I don’t like to admit it’s one of the most attractive sounds to ever grace my ears.
“Bring her over here, then.”
Max rushes to me, taking my hand to lead me to where Logan sits. Rough hands wrap around my middle, causing me to yelp as I’m being pulled down. To make matters worse, my brain decides now is the right time to ask the question that’s been on my mind since the men entered this room.
“Are you going to sleep with me?”
Logan snorts, tightening his hold on my thighs before he spreads my legs.
“Adorable way to word it, but no. Not today.” He slides one hand up my thigh, higher and higher, until he’s cupping my pussy. “Look at you, sweetheart. Didn’t even try to close your legs,” he praises, and his lips brush over my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
I shift on his lap, more wetness coating his fingers as he moves his hand.
“So desperate to have your pussy played with?” His other hand slips from my leg, moving to grab my face as he forces me to nod.
“Congratulations, sunshine, your shiny new toy is so obedient you both get a reward,” Logan says, and I feel Max coming closer, stepping in front of me. “What are you waiting for? Down on your knees, unless you don’t want a taste…”
“No,” I protest, trying to close my legs, but Logan’s hands are back on them instantly. “I don’t want—it’s gross.”
I still remember the exact disgusted look Brady gave me the night I found the courage to ask him to go down on me. Humiliating enough to etch itself into my memory and for me to never bring it up again.
Logan’s fingers dig into my skin so hard it hurts, and just as I want to apologize for angering him again, he speaks up.
“One more complaint, and I’ll have Max bring a ball gag for you. And I never want to hear you use the word gross in this context ever again.”
“Wait,” Max groans softly, smiling against my inner thigh. “I’m the first man who gets to taste your sweet pussy?”
I open my mouth to answer his, probably rhetorical, question, but the first lick comes so suddenly it turns my brain off. Now I’m thankful Logan’s hands keep me from closing my legs because as Max starts tracing tiny circles over my clit, I’m no longer sure I have control over my limbs.
My entire body tenses as he sucks my clit into his mouth, pressure building in my stomach so rapidly I exhale in relief when he lets go of it.
He uses his thumbs to spread me open, making me feel exposed—but I don’t have time to focus on this new feeling, letting my head fall back against Logan’s shoulder as Max’s licks get more intense.
He switches between sucking on my clit and fucking me with his tongue until my legs tremble in Logan’s grip.
“Take what you need from him,” Logan says huskily, guiding my hand until our fingers tangle in Max’s hair. “He likes being used.”
Hesitantly, I press his head closer to me.
“Harder. Don’t worry about breaking him. It takes a lot more than that.” Logan puts his hand back on mine, and soon, Max’s face is buried between my legs in a way that makes every muffled moan vibrate through my body.
The tingling feeling inside of me intensifies as I grind my hips over Max’s tongue, like a coil ready to snap if I could let it happen. Max’s movements become a little uncoordinated, and I fear I’ve accidentally suffocated him.
Logan leans forward, letting out a dry, dismissive laugh. “You drive him crazy, sweetheart. Came in his pants just from licking your pussy.”
His hand disappears from my thigh, and Max seems to move, too, because I can no longer feel him.
“Go on, sunshine. Kiss her. I can see how much you want to.”
Max’s lips are on mine in an instant as he kisses me with the same passion he had eaten me out with. As if he couldn’t think of anything more enjoyable than having his mouth and tongue anywhere on my body.
I lick over his bottom lip, and he deepens the kiss, pressing me back against Logan, who shifts his hips. To keep my balance, I hold on to his arm. Immediately, he tenses up and inhales sharply.
“Take care of her,” he says, lifting me from his lap and pushing me over to Max, who puts his arms around me.
“Did I do something wrong?” I whisper, mostly to Max.
“No,” Logan snaps back. “But this isn’t a Holiday Inn, and I don’t want people to start asking questions about our whereabouts.”
The door slams shut, leaving me to wonder if it really wasn’t my fault.