Page 81 of Gluttony

A girl can get used to these types of exciting days.

The next day, I divided my time between errands, my actual job as an executive assistant, and private meetings with Hayes and Orion…at separate times. And yes, my vagina is getting a proper beating with not a lot of rest in between.

By Friday, I learn that we’re going on a getaway weekend, which is how we end up back at the penthouse. Whatever service the guys hired for clean up was top notch. It looks even better than before the break-in.

“Bring a swimsuit.” I whip around at Orion’s voice behind me.

“In March? Are we jet-setting to the Caribbean?” I think I giggle and it’s not a good look on me.

“Nope.” Then he turns and walks away.

“Um, excuse me!” With socks on my feet, I slide more than run to catch up to him. “You cannot tell a woman to pack a bag”—and yes, I use a lower octave to mock the guys—“And not tell her where she’s going. What the fuck am I supposed to wear? I’m not wearing a swimsuit in March if we’re not headed for a tropical weather destination.”

“Clothes don’t matter, Sweetheart. We’ll be in bed all weekend fucking you until you can’t walk, sit, or stand.” I pause at Orion’s nonchalance. As if our conversation is about pancake toppings.

“I see you’ve told her about our plans? I don’t know why we’re allowing her to bring any clothes at all.” Fucking Hadley.

“Because you’re not, I don’t know…Neanderthals, maybe?” Crossing my arms, I pop out my hip with one sock-covered foot tapping the immaculate floor. It makes no noise, which only annoys me more. But when both men turn their heated gazes on me like they are, indeed, prehistoric animals fueled only by lust, I realize my mistake.

The brat in me gets them hard and if I want to survive this weekend, I’m gonna need some respite.

“Nevermind, I’m just going to pack random shit.” When I whip around to run back to my room, I smack into a hard, thick chest. Oh, hell.

“Where do you think you’re going, little Diamond?” How do I get myself in these situations?

“Look, your brothers over there just threatened to use and abuse my vagina all weekend so please, for the love of all that is holy, just let her rest a little. Okay? Just…tonight.”

“Sure, Sweetheart. All you have to do is ask.” Orion is at my back, his hands running around my sides and his mouth at my neck. “We’re at your service.”

“I’ll lick it and make it better, Little Rabbit. We got you.” Of course he will.

By the time night falls over the horizon, we’re out of Manhattan and heading northwest. This time, they opt for two vehicles, with Hadley driving in front in his big ass truck. I suppose it fits his personality since no one in their right minds drives a truck in Manhattan.

I’m in the car with Hayes, and I know it’s a Porsche because it’s written in the center of his steering wheel.

“Didn’t know you could drive a stick.” Now that we’re out of The City, he’s taking advantage of the power of the engine as we ride up north on eighty-seven. It’s pretty but I’m too busymaking sure we don’t die on the highway as the twins goad each other on, weaving in and out of lanes like maniacs, to pay much attention.

“I’m appalled at the thought of driving a Porsche that’s automatic. Some do…I don’t.” Well, that’s definitive, Mr. Snob.

“Right, the horror.” I roll my eyes and make sure my sarcasm is louder than the engine.

“Don’t get bratty on me, Diamond, or else I’ll put your mouth to better use.” This time, he darts his gaze to mine for a fraction of a second, a sexy, boyish grin telling more than his words.

He’s joking, relaxed. Comfortable.

“I like this side of you.” I hope I don’t regret my words later.

“Which side is that?” His right hand latches onto my thigh and the pads of his fingers press deep into my flesh. “The hungry one?”

“No, the carefree, laid-back one.”

“I haven’t been carefree a day in my life. Don’t confuse my desire for compliance.” When I look back at him, I notice the tick of his jaw and the way the muscles in his neck are tensed.

“You’re lying. Why can’t you admit that you like me?” When his hand goes back to the stick shift, I try to turn so I can look straight at him but these bucket seats are too deep.

“I did. I even said I was sorry.”

“True. So why am I here instead of Orion?” At the risk of getting car sick, I don’t take my eyes off of him, wanting to catch any and all tells.

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