Page 11 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

Well, they could keep his inheritance as far as I was concerned. I just wanted to wash my hands of this whole godforsaken state.

As I dumped the contents of my purse on the ground again, I paused. What if that was what they wanted? If my dad owned a company that big, it must have been worth a lot of money. What if Elias and Camden were in cahoots, trying to scare me off so I’d take some lowball offer and never come back?

Those. ASSHOLES!

This whole charade must have been some long con. Hell, Oliver might have been in on it, too! I should have known something was up the second Camden stormed into that office and acted like he was going to explode if he didn’t fuck me right then and there.

And why did the idea of that make me so turned on?

I needed to masturbate badly, but I knew if I did, I would just be thinking about them. A threesome had never appealed to me before, especially since whenever Mike joked about them, he meant having one with two girls. But a ménage à trois with two guys? Specifically Camden and Elias?

I pictured myself sandwiched between them. Elias’s lips on my neck while his hand kneaded my breast, pinching my nipple. Camden was rougher, needier. His hand would be on my pussy, pushing a few fingers inside me.

Camden was probably one of those guys who liked to talk dirty, whereas Elias was a gentleman. He’d tell me I was beautiful, how good I felt. But Camden would be vulgar. He’d talk about how wet I was, how much he wanted to fill me with his cock.

Would I beg him for it? Bat my hooded eyes and whimper for them to fuck me?

I startled myself when my hand worked its way into my pants, my fingers circling my clit. It felt so wrong to be getting off on the idea of fucking two men who weren’t my fiancé, but I couldn’t help myself any longer. Besides, it wasn’t like I was actually going to cheat on him.

Luckily, I was so wound up, it didn’t take long for me to come. A few more minutes of picturing Camden pounding me from behind while Elias shoved his dick in my mouth and I was moaning louder than I ever had before, and I crashed hard.

That took care of some of the ache that had been building in me since that morning, but I still felt largely unsatisfied. What I needed was a real cock buried inside me, and of course, that was completely out of the question.

Is it though?whispered a horny little voice in the back of my mind

Ugh, why was I like this? I didn’t know which felt worse, coming to the thought of someone else, or not feeling as guilty about it as I probably should have.

I love Mike, I love Mike, I love Mike…

That was my mantra as I took a shower. When I finally emerged, having washed away the shame and grime of what had happened that day, I turned the thermostat up as high as it would go to drive out the cold that had seeped into my bones, and then settled in for a long overdue nap.

Ihadn’t slept much on the flight the previous night, and when I woke up it was dark. Completely disoriented, I checked my phone. It was already seven, and my stomach rumbled despite eating so much that morning.

Was that really just this morning? It seemed like days ago.

Stretching, I walked over to the window and peeked out of the curtains. A thick blanket of snow covered the world and plows flashed yellow lights as they went about the Sisyphean task of trying to clear the roads.

Yeah, there was no way I’d be driving anywhere for the time being.

Luckily the hotel had a restaurant attached to the lobby, so I got dressed and went downstairs, determined to make the best out of what might be my only option for the next couple of days.

My worries disappeared as I heard festive norteño music, and the smell of chili, grilled meats, and cheese filled my nose. Yes, I could definitely eat nothing but Mexican for the foreseeable future.

It was a small place – inside only held a long, wrap-around bar, with tables and booths set around the edges of the room. Neon beer signs and painted tropical birds made of tin adorned the pastel pink walls.

When I walked in, about half the men sharply turned their heads from the Badgers game on the large TV, their eyes narrowing as I approached the hostess. The atmosphere turned thick, and getting my meal to-go now seemed like the best option.

I ordered my burrito at the hostess stand and then sat in the waiting area by the exit, ready to high tail it to my room as soon as it was ready. Whenever I lifted my eyes, I captured the stares of large men, all giving me the same kind of look I’d seen on Camden, Elias, and Oliver’s faces. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I gulped as someone headed towards me. I looked down at my phone, trying to ignore him.

Please walk by, please walk by, please walk by…

“Well, what’s a pretty thing like yourself doing all alone on a night like this?”

My eyes went up… and up, and up. The guy must have been at least six-foot five. His head was shaved, and chest hair stuck up out of the collar of his t-shirt. He was thick, the kind of guy who could snap a woman my size like a twig.

Ignoring him seemed like a bad idea. Especially after everything I’d experienced so far that day, I thought the guys around here didn’t seem the type to shy away from physical assault.

“Same as anyone else, just getting some dinner and waiting out the storm,” I replied flatly, turning my attention back to the Reddit thread I’d been pretending to read.

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