Page 6 of Hold Your Breath

Willow’s eyes go wide as she looks between us. “All three of you? I have so many questions and no idea where to start.”

She rattles off her questions and Jace does his best, in his drunken state, to answer things like: Are we exclusive? How does it work with three people? Do we have sex with women? Do people at work know?

The answer to that last one is: they do to an extent, but most don’t care—or they don’t say anything, as we don’t mix our personal life with work.

Willow eventually asks the classic “Who’s a top and who’s a bottom?” and Jace then turns the conversation to explaining in very intimate detail how it feels as a man to be fucked in the ass. This starts her off on a rant about how she wants a G-spot in her ass, because every time she has done anal, it hurt more than felt good.

By the time the bar is closing, Zac and I manage to get them in the truck, though it takes a lot of convincing that the night is over.

When we reach her house, Willow has passed out with her head on Jace’s lap, though he wakes as I lift her out of the car.

“I need you to fuck me when we get home,” he mumbles, before closing his eyes again.

Willow hugs into my chest, and I pull her in tight as I take her inside and tuck her into her bed. I wonder if I made the right decision to cross the line with her tonight. The line has been drawn for so long, but as I watch her curl into a ball beneath her covers, I wonder if it isn’t time to come clean and tell our parents the truth. Maybe then Willow and I can be friends, as with the thoughts I have about her, I know there is no way we could ever be siblings.

Chapter Four

Willow

Waking up with a hangover always feels like I’ve been hit by a damn truck. My head throbs in time with the beat of my heart, and my mouth feels like I’ve swallowed a cup of sand. The harsh light streaming through the window stabs at my eyes, and I squint and groan in protest. I sit up slowly, but each movement sends waves of nausea through my body. The room spins, and I clutch the edge of the bed, trying to ground myself. Unfortunately, I have to move, no matter how much my body screams in protest. There is some last-minute work I need to finish before I leave this morning.

I work for Celebrity Sync, a social media management company for the rich and famous. My boss Riley is amazing and just handed over to me the management of her brother and his girlfriend’s social media accounts. She said, and I quote, “I’m sick of seeing my brother’s cock every time some money-grabbing whore tries to bribe him with his old sex tapes.” Little do the women know we have hired someone who removes those things from appearing online. The guy is a tech genius and worth every cent Riley pays him.

I get up, knowing there is no point wallowing in self-pity, and grab my laptop. Once in the kitchen, I turn on the coffee machine and set my emails to open while I go to the bathroom.

Showering quickly to wash away the sweat from last night brings back the memory of Jace pressed close to my body. Then the rest of the night comes back to me and the questions I asked when I found out all three of them are together. I feel so bad for rubbing myself on my stepbrother’s boyfriend.

Once I’m finished and dressed in the most comfortable clothes I own, I find my phone charging beside my bed. I don’t remember how I got inside, let alone plugging my phone into the charger, but I grab it and check my messages.

I have a couple from Bray saying he should behome in a few days, and that he will let me know when they are leaving.

I decide to send a message to Micah.

Me: I’m so sorry for touching your friend, especially after knowing you’re all together. And I don’t think I thanked you for saving me yesterday. So, yeah, thanks.

After I hit send, I finish making my coffee and sit at the table, scanning my emails. I sort all my work ones into their specific folders, and any which need Riley’s attention, I mark as urgent. One email sticks out and I go to move it to spam, but hesitate, then click on it.

Wild Steps. Interesting.

Maybe Riley signed me up, as I know her men run the website. She’s told me to sign up if I ever want any of my fantasies brought to life. Could I do it?

I click on the link which takes me to their website, and I browse through the photos until a mask catches my eye. Once I enter that gallery, I subconsciously squeeze my thighs together and race to hit the membership tab.

Before I can chicken out, I fill out all the information they require, upload my ID, and hit submit. There is a disclaimer which says not everyone will get accepted. Selection is up to their discretion.

I exit out of theWild Stepssite and turn back to my work, pulling up Sienna’s social media account. I replyto comments and block any troll accounts which have left nasty messages. There is no way I could be famous and see that kind of hate. Someone has the nerve to call her a fat pig, and I want to reply so badly. It takes everything in me to remain professional, but I know comments like that are from people who are jealous of her talent and beauty. Some are because she is dating Braidy Jacobs. Every girl my age has grown up with him on their screens as the boy next door, and every romance movie he has done is swoon worthy. I save Braidy’s socials for last, as I have to delete an inbox full of inappropriate images and marriage proposals. It’s no wonder poor Riley doesn’t want to handle her brother’s accounts anymore. I have seen more of other female bodies this last year than I have my own.

A text notification pings on my phone, diverting my attention.

Step Monster: Don’t be sorry, Jace had a fun night. Our situation isn’t that complicated.

I snort. Of course it isn’t because they don’t overthink it. They simply go with the flow and have a good time.

As I go to respond, my phone vibrates, and Riley’s face pops up on my screen. Shit, I didn’t realize it was so late in the morning.

“Hey,” I say as I answer the phone.

“Girl, you don’t look so good.”

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