Page 3 of For the Boys

“Intimate?” I question, letting my head lull to the side slightly so his skin can touch mine as he picks up a lock of my hair and twirls it between his fingers.

“Mhm.” He smiles down at me.

I know this is exactly how it goes. You don’t go to them, they come to you. Which is why I know exactly what he means, but I want to hear him say it. I need to hear it simply to know this is real.

“Care to elaborate?” I whisper, letting my confidence grow. Maybe this will be a lot easier if I just take that feeling from the living room and bottle it. Have no reservations or care and just go with the goddamn flow.

“You know exactly what we want, Tilly.”

The sound of my name rolling off his tongue has a shiver running up my spine. I stare at his glassy eyes. “Maybe I do or maybe I don’t. Only one way to know.”

He smiles again then reaches around me and grabs the towel from the sink. “Is this really how we’re going to do this?” He asks, finding the wet corner before running it along my stomach, right over my belly button. “I saw how you were looking at us.”

I take in a shaky breath. “And I saw how you all were looking at me,” I throw back.

“And what do you think that means?” He all but whispers, moving the towel further up.

“You tell me, Isaac.”

Dropping the towel, he lowers his hand and lets his fingers brush my hip. “What do you want to hear, Tilly? That we want to fuck you till the sun rises?”

His words ignite the need in me and give me a newfound confidence I thought was fading. “If it’s true, then yes. That’s exactly what I want to hear.”

He leans down, letting his nose skim my jawline. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to hear all night, but maybe it’s best I show you—let my boys show you.”

A pregnant pause of silence envelops us as his skin burns against mine. I’m not sure how I managed it, or how it was so easy, but fuck am I ready.

“Then show me.”

He raises back to his full height. “Last door on the left, Red. We’ll be waiting.”

With that, he moves back slowly and exits the bathroom, closing me back inside alone.

CHAPTER THREE

With Isaac outof the bathroom, the buzz I had going starts to fade, and my heart begins to race. I’ve wanted this exact thing for so long, but now that it’s here, I feel sick. My hands tremble as I turn back around and grip the sink for support. It isn’t that Idon’twant to. No. Not at all. I’m just… nervous. What if I’m not whatever it is they’re thinking I am? What if my skills in bed don’t compare to theirs? Or even worse, what if they regret it?

Shaking my shoulders out, I pick my head up and stare at the woman staring back at me in the mirror.

My entire life, I’ve lived by someone else’s standards and wants. I’ve always put myself on the back burner and forgot what it was I even really wanted in life. Tonight is meant to change that. It’s turning a new leaf and being who I finally want to be.

Sucking in a deep breath through my nose, I let it out through my mouth then run my fingertips under my eyes, pushing my eyeliner back in place. “You’re a bad bitch,” I tell myself with a smirk. “Go take what the fuck you want.”

I push my hair behind my shoulders, shimmy the thin fabric of my top down a touch to show more cleavage, then spin back toward the door. Reaching for the knob, I twist it then step out feeling brand new after my mini pep talk.

Partially.

My feet carry me left, all the way down the hall, and to the very door Isaac told me to come to. Pausing for a moment, I only give myself half a second to think. About what? I’m not really sure, then I push open the door.

Stepping into the room, I see a king-size bed in the center with a tripod set up at the foot, a futon pressed against one wall where all the boys are sitting, and a dresser against the other. LED lights run along the trim of the ceiling, casting the entire room in a purple hue, and different music plays than what’s outside the door.

“Damn, I didn’t think she would come,” Drew comments, dragging my attention to where they sit on the futon while rubbing his chin and looking at me.

“Shit, I didn’t either,” Vincent replies.

“I’m glad she did, though. Look at her. Fucking perfect,” Isaac adds.

The lust is practically dripping from their lips with each word, and it fills my chest with pride. How I managed to catch their attention, I don’t even know. Maybe it’s because I walked in this house knowing what I wanted, or maybe it’s the new clothes. Who fucking knows, but I’m not going to question it. The way they’re staring at me makes me feel wanted and… powerful.

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