“Fuck, you’re so wet. It’s such a fucking turn on knowing that we do this to you.” Sullivan trails a hand down my spine, and I peer up at Banks who is looking down at me, his eyes hooded and dark. He looks like the big bad wolf, and I desperately want to be eaten.
He moves closer to me, using one hand to bring his cock to my lips, and the other to tip my chin upward. The velvety smooth head of his cock brushes against my lips, right as Sullivan enters me with two fingers. Good lord. My mouth pops open, a breathless moan filling the air as a warmth ripples through my veins. I flick my tongue out, over the slit and under the head of Banks’ cock, a tangy saltiness exploding against my tongue.
Banks’ eyes seem to grow wider, as I do this again and again until he’s groaning and I’m riding Sullivan’s hand, rocking back and forth against his fingers.
“Suck his cock, Harlow. Take his cock into that virgin mouth and let him come inside of it,” Sullivan encourages, and I can’t help it. I do as he orders, sucking just the head into my mouth. Banks let’s go of his cock and tips his head back, a groan that sounds more like a growl ripping from his muscled chest.
Swirling my tongue around the head, I try and focus on pleasuring Banks, but Sullivan is making it damn near impossible to. His fingers working some type of voodoo magic on my pussy. In seconds, I’m more than just panting. I’m humping his fingers, chasing a release I know only he can give me.
I’m so close, so damn close, a scream catches in my throat, and my chest tightens, my legs start to tremble and then just when I’m about to detonate, he removes his fingers. I whimper around Banks’ cock.
“Shhh, he’ll give you your release…” Banks soothes, his thumb grazing my cheek. Inch by inch, he slowly enters my mouth while Sullivan brings his cock to my entrance, coating his thickness with my arousal. His hands find my hips, holding me their possessively as he pulls me closer to his groin.
By the time Sullivan enters me, Banks has his entire cock in my mouth, his hips thrusting gently. The tip of his length hits the back of my throat, and I gag, but that doesn’t stop Banks or even Sullivan.
In fact, it’s like the sound encourages them because Banks continues to thrust into my mouth, smiling, his eyes twinkling with their own darkness as he hits the back of my throat, while Sullivan starts to move faster, and faster his hips pistoning, his balls smacking against my ass.
The room filling with nothing more than our moans, and the slap of his skin against mine. I’m burning up, sweat forms against my brow, and I moan around Banks’ length as Sullivan’s grip on my hips tightens. Fingers digging into my skin, I know there will be bruises, and I want there to be. I want to remember this, feel it for as long as I can afterward.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, so warm…” He plows into me, and it’s like I’m balancing perfectly between the two, with every thrust, I suck Banks harder pushing all three of us closer and closer to the imaginary finish line.
“I’m close…” Banks hisses through his teeth, his face tightening. “I’m going to come in your mouth. If you don’t want me to, you need to stop now.” In reply, I suck harder, and he laces his fingers into my hair, encouraging me to go faster. Drool dribbles down my chin, as I let him use my mouth like his brother is using my pussy.
“You’re perfect, so fucking perfect, Harlow,” Sullivan chants, as he leans forward and presses a hot kiss to my shoulder. Banks’ cock seems to grow in size, and with a grunt, he starts to come, his fingers holding my head in place as his sticky come fills my mouth. I swallow as much of it down as I can, but a little escapes my mouth when Banks pulls his cock free, the tip gliding over my bottom lip.
With my chin pinched between two fingers, he forces me to look up at him, “It’s your turn, baby. Come all over my brother’s cock.”
“Yes…” I pant, feeling nothing but Sullivan as he enters me, over and over again, fucking me like a ravaged beast.
“I’m close, so close…” He growls.
“Me too…” I inhale a sharp breath, every single muscle in my body tightening. I’m burning hotter than the sun, my entire body bursting into a ball of flames once I finally reach my orgasm. Sullivan falls apart right along with me, my walls clenching him so tight it almost hurts.
“Holy fuck, Jesus,” I’ve never heard Sullivan sound so breathless, as he does in that moment. Banks releases my chin, and I slump forward feeling Sullivan’s sticky come coating the inside of my womb.
“That was…” I gulp into the comforter.
“Amazing,” Banks quips.
“Intense,” Sullivan adds.
“All of the above,” I say after a moment, my breathing, and heartbeat slowly moving back to a normal rate.
“I think Oliver is really going to regret going on that run,” Banks chuckles, which causes me to start laughing as well. Sullivan slowly pulls out of me and presses a soft kiss, to my ass cheek. Right then, the front door to the cabin opens and in walks a sweaty Oliver.
“What did I miss?” he asks, his eyes taking in the scene before him.
Banks crawls off the bed, and pulls his shorts back on, “Just the sexiest fucking thing ever, but I’ll be sure to tell you all about it later.”
Oliver rolls his eyes, but I don’t miss the primal look he’s giving me. Eventually, I’ll have to have all three of them at once, and I’m starting to think, I might just be strong enough for it.
25
Oliver moped around for a few hours, clearly unhappy about missing out on the fun. Sullivan and Banks made sure to tease him relentlessly about it too. After taking a shower, I returned to find Banks checking his phone again. It wasn’t long before he delivered bad news. My parents had gone to the police and filed a missing person’s report because they hadn’t heard from me, and the guards my father had sent, as well as Shelby, hadn’t seen me for three days. Now there are police asking questions all over campus.
I guess I should start carrying my phone with me. I just didn’t see the point until now, since I didn’t have anyone to call or expect anyone to call me.
“We want you to come and stay with us at our house. It’s not safe for you at the dorms alone, and since we don’t live on campus, if something happens, it’s going to take us a bit to get there.”
“Okay, just drop me off at campus first. I’ll talk to the police and clear this up. Then I can swing by the dorms and pick up some clothes, and a couple of other things.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, we can just drive by the police station on the way to our place,” Oliver says.
“I really need to go to the dorm and get something,” I urge. I only have two birth control pills left. I need to take it continuously, or I’ll be in trouble. More than trouble, my life will be over.
Oliver and Sullivan exchange a look, and I’m not sure what they’re discussing in their weird sibling communication, but I wish they’d let me in on it.
I’m almost certain they’re going to say no, so I prepare myself for an argument, but I’m shocked when Sullivan says, “Okay, you can do what you need to do, and we’ll stay on campus nearby.”
“Thank you,” I mumble, and Banks chooses then to place his hand on mine. I can’t help how happy I am to have these three men by my side.
When we pull up to the dorms a short while later. Two cop cars are parked right out front, but I don’t see the police officers until I get out of the car. Before I even have a chance to explain, two more cops come running toward us, guns drawn, yelling at all of us to get on the ground.
I’m so shocked, I don’t know what to do, or say, or even think. I’m about to get on the ground when I realize it’s not me they’re talking to, but the guys.
“What… what’s wrong?” I ask one of the cops, who is currently slapping a pair of handcuffs on Banks.
“Are you alright, Miss? Did they hurt you?”
“Why would they hurt me? They didn’t do anything. Please stop,” I plead with him.
“We were told by your parents that three m
en had kidnapped you,” the police officer tells me. Worry and confusion turn to anger and understanding in the blink of an eye.
“Release them now! No one kidnapped me. I went with them of my own will, and last I checked I’m an adult who can make her own choices.”
Almost immediately they’re released and come over to stand by my side. Banks is rubbing his wrists, giving the cop a stink eye, but doesn’t say anything.
“You okay?” Oliver asks, taking my hand into his. I force a reassuring smile and nod.
“We would like to take a statement, just for our records,” one of the cops tells me.
“What is there to say? Nothing happened. I went to a cabin with my friends for three days, end of statement,” I snap.
I know it’s not the cop’s fault, but he is here right now, and my parents aren’t, so I guess he’ll just have to deal with my anger.
“Okay, we’ll leave you to it then.” The cops look at each other before getting back into their cruisers. I watch them drive away, unable to hide the dirty look on my face.
Once they’re out of sight, I return my attention back to the guys. All three of them look at me with nothing but concern and only then do I realize that I’m shivering. I have this overwhelming urge to hug all of them, and since Oliver is closest, I hug him first. He holds me close to his chest for a moment before releasing me, so I can hug Sullivan and Banks too.
“I just want all of this to be over,” I finally say.
“It will be soon. We’ll figure it out,” Sullivan says, and it almost sounds like a promise.
“Okay… you guys just wait here. I’ll run upstairs real quick and get my stuff.”
“I’ll come with you,” Banks announces, and I can tell by his tone, and the tenseness of his body that he is not going to take no for an answer. Where Oliver and Sullivan are happy for me to take the lead, Banks’ concern for me overrides his usual easygoing nature. Offering him my hand, he takes it and interlaces our fingers.
We walk inside together holding hands, and it occurs to me then, is he even okay with this kind of PDA? I don’t want to push this, whatever we all are, none of us have put a label on it yet, and I don’t want to be the first to. I start to pull my hand away, wanting to give him some space, but I don’t even get my hand moved an inch before he’s tightening his grip. He looks over at me with a lifted brow, and I gulp. Okay, so he doesn’t care if someone sees us holding hands.
When we reach the door to my room, there’s music blasting through the heavy wood letting me know that Shelby is here.
“Shelby’s here, do you mind waiting out in the hall? I want to talk to her on my own. I need to know why she lied to me about Oliver at the party.”
Banks doesn’t look happy, in fact, he looks like he might kick someone’s ass at any given second, but he agrees nonetheless, “I’ll be right on the other side of this door if you need me, and if you don’t come out in a few minutes, I’ll kick the fucking thing in.”
I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes at his alpha tendencies if I tried. “Mhh, how about I just leave it unlocked, and you can come in the normal way?”
Shrugging, he says, “I guess if you want to take the fun out of it.”
He lets go of my hand, and I suck in a calming breath before I grab the doorknob and twist it, opening the door. I’ve barely crossed the threshold when I spot Shelby running across the room, she’s coming right for me, like a raging bull. Her body collides with mine, her arms wrapping around me, engulfing me in a tight hug.
“Harlow, oh, my god. I was so worried about you! Where were you and why didn’t you have your phone with you? I didn’t have an option. Those stupid guards your father sent wouldn’t go away, and I didn’t know where you were, and I tried to cover for you but…”
She’s carrying on, and on, and no way am I going to get a word in if I don’t get her to take a breath and stop talking.
“It’s okay. I’m fine, see, alive and well.”
Shelby pulls away, her eyes filled with tears, “I was so worried about you. You’re my best friend, and you’ve had enough things happen to you lately. I can’t risk losing you again.”
Her words make no sense to me, especially if she is the one who put the drugs in my drink, but I can’t ignore them.
They tug on my heartstrings, and I think it’s because I don’t want to believe that one of my only friends, my best friend, could be the one to hurt me.
“Shelby… I need to ask you something, and I want you to be completely honest with me. Why did you lie about Oliver drugging me at that party?” It seems like the longest pause in mankind occurs between us.
“What? I…” For a moment, I think she’s going to deny it. Maybe come up with another lie, but then, instead of saying anything, she starts to cry. She covers her face with her hands, her whole body shaking, because she is crying so hard, and all I can manage to do is wrap my arm around her.
“I’m sorry, Harlow,” she chokes out between sobs. “I’m sorry.”
“Just tell me what happened. Why did you lie?”
“I’m just trying to protect you, Harlow. I swear.” That sounds a little far-fetched given what she did.
“By drugging me?”
“What? No! I didn’t drug you. I don’t know who did. I wasn’t lying about that. Some guys did distract me and kept me from going back outside… it just wasn’t Oliver, and I didn’t see anyone put anything in your drink.”
“Then why did you say that?”
“To keep you away from them. They are bad people, Harlow. You wouldn’t believe me, you never do, but it’s true! They hurt you so bad. They had the whole school against you. The banner… that wasn’t the only thing they did, you know? They terrorized you, and then all these other things happened to you, and every time the Bishops were there. That’s not a coincidence.”
“Shelby, I know you are trying to be a good friend, but you need to trust me on this. It’s not the Bishop brothers who have been after me. Yes, they bullied me before the accident, but it’s not like that anymore, things have changed between us.”
“There is more, Harlow…” Shelby wipes some tears from her eyes, which are now swollen and red, with her sleeve. “Their parents contacted me a while back. They wanted me to spy on you. I didn’t want to do it. I told them no, never would I betray you. But then they threatened me. They told me if I didn’t give them information, they would hurt my family and with everything that happened with my father, I couldn’t risk them hurting him, or my mother.” For some reason, I’m frantic, needing to know what it is that she’s talking about. Why would they go to Shelby?
“What do you mean spy? When? What did they want to know, and what did you tell them?” I’m grasping at straws here trying to fit all the pieces of the puzzle together. There are things I know now, and things I don’t quite understand, or remember yet, and it’s all so confusing.
Shelby exhales a breath. “They contacted me right before the boat incident. At first, they just wanted to know stuff like if you were seeing one of their sons. I told them, no, of course, you guys hated each other. Then the car accident happened, and they just kept contacting me, wanting updates. They asked if you regained your memory and stuff like that. I don’t know what they wanted, Harlow, but I’m worried about you. The Bishops can’t be trusted, I mean, they threatened me for information about you.”
For the first time in three days, my heart is in my stomach. I don’t know what to think or even feel. Have the brothers been lying to me? Do they know about this? Every time it feels like I’m getting my footing, something else happens.
“I don’t know what’s happening between you and them, but I felt like you should know. I think it’s very likely they’re the ones trying to hurt you. Why else would they want to know about you and their sons? None of these things started happening until after they approached me.” God, I hope not. Shivers rack my body at the thought.
The brothers’ parents wouldn’t try and kill me over so
me stupid family rivalry, would they? There are so many pieces to this puzzle missing, and a headache is starting to form behind my eyes. I can’t think about this anymore.
“It’s okay. I believe you, and I trust you. You’re really the only friend I have here. I just wish you would’ve told me sooner. I’m having a hard time telling who is friend, and who is foe.”
Shelby nods, and takes a step back, giving me a chance to breathe. Immediately, I start gathering my stuff; a couple changes of clothes, my toothbrush, sleep shorts, and…
“Have you seen my birth control pills?” I ask Shelby, after looking where I’m pretty sure I had put them last.
“No, I haven’t seen them, and where are you going anyway? You just got back. I thought maybe we could have a movie night and catch up, spend some time together. It seems like we never see each other anymore.”
“Come on, girl, we haven’t hung out all week.” Shelby’s voice echoes in my head, a memory starting to surface.
“Fine, how about we watch a funny movie?” I really need a good laugh after the week I’ve had.
“Rom-com?” Shelby chimes.
“That’s fine, as long as the main character doesn’t resemble any of my stalkers.”
“Oh, Harlow… I’m so sorry you’re having a hard time. Do you want me to kick their asses? Because I will!” Shelby throws her arm over my shoulder, pulling me into her side.
“The Bishops are really starting to get to me. This is not what I thought college life would be like,” I lean into her, letting my best friend comfort me.
“I’ll always be here for you. Don’t you ever forget that.”
My heart warms toward Shelby at the memory. She has been a good friend… the best.
“I promise we’ll hang out soon, but not today. I’m going to stay with the guys.” Shelby sighs deeply at the mention of them but doesn’t say anything to stop me. “I trust them, and whatever their parents did, is not on them.”
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