Page 52 of Sawyer

I squeeze his fingers once.

Why is this so hot?

“Try again, baby girl. Can you hold out for us?” Rumor asks.

I squeeze his fingers twice in quick succession.

“Yes,” he says for the others.

Sin scrapes his canines along my arms and neck, teasing me with the hint of a bite. My pussy convulses as my orgasm threatens to rush through me, but somehow, I hold out.

“You want to go to lunch with your cameraman?” Bryn asks.

I squeeze twice now, panting.

“We are coming with you, Sawyer,” Bryn states, and I don’t even have it in me to argue. “You’re going to smell like the three of us, with your arousal clinging to us like our favorite fucking perfume. Do you agree?”

I clench down once, twice.

“Good girl,” Rumor praises.

“Come for us, Sawyer,” Bryn coos.

I don’t have to be told twice. Sin scrapes his incisor along my neck, Bryn squeezes my nipple painfully, and Rumor thrusts his fingers inside me while applying pressure to my clit.

I explode, and a little scream rips from my throat.

Rumor works me until the aftershocks fade, and my body comes down off the high. His fingers slip from me, and I slide down his body to land on shaky feet, but I have the three of them to hold me up.

Rumor licks one finger, swipes a second across Bryn’s lips, and then with the last digit, he does the same to Sin. It’s hot, it’s dirty, and it leaves me panting.

“Now,” Bryn says, straightening me out while licking his lips and shuddering, “I think you’re ready.” He fastens my pants, and then he ties my button-down into a crop top since he broke all of my buttons.

“Fucking key lime pie.” Sin groans. “You are quickly becoming my favorite dessert.”

Rumor spins around and looks up and down the street, searching for anything out of the ordinary. Nodding to himself, he pushes me into Bryn’s arms and hops up to get my ruined jacket.

“Anything?” Bryn asks while setting me to rights.

“I didn’t see anyone,” Sin says. “No flashes across the street, nothing.”

“Wait.” My brain catches up. “Did you three just bait me?”

“Well, when you ran, we thought on our feet.” Sin smiles at me. “We figured if you really had a true stalker, we’d give them a show and see if we could snuff them out right here and now.”

“Rude,” I mutter.

“It didn’t work,” Rumor states, turning back to me. “I’m still going to spank you for running later.”

“A spanking?” I scoff.

“Come on.” Bryn grabs my hand, leading me down the street, my torn coat hanging on my shoulders.

As we reach the end of the street, Freddy rounds the corner. His red cheeks puff out when he sees the four of us.

He immediately engulfs me in a hug, which I return because I’m not a dick.

He stills in my arms, going rigid. “So it’s true?” He steps back, disgust on his face. “You joined their pack.” He doesn’t hide his venom.

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