Page 43 of Die for You
“Tell me you don’t want to be shared,” Damien drawls.
I strangle the steering wheel. The words fly out of my mouth before I can think better of them. “I don’t want to be one of the puck bunnies you fuck for a night and get bored with the next day.”
The crackling air between us shifts. I wish I could pull the words back into my mouth. Ishould’vesaidno, I don’t want to be shared. Instead, I had to go and confess the fear I’ve been trying so hard to deny even to myself.
“That wouldn’t happen, Rory.” Knox bends forward between our seats, his head by my shoulder.
I snort. “Why should I believe that?”
“We haven’t gotten bored yet, have we? We’re still here,” Damien reminds me.
“For now. Once the chase is over, you’ll lose interest. That’s what you do. Why should I believe it would be any different with me?” I’ve fallen for a walking red flag before. I wasted years with him. I won’t do that again.
It was one thing to be rejected by one man—but three? I won’t give them the chance to hurt me.
“You’re special.” Finn’s voice rumbles behind me, too close.
“We’ve never met a girl like you, Rory,” Knox confirms. “Or a girl who wanted all three of us for more than a good fuck.”
“What makes you think I want more than that?”
All three of them stiffen. A sore spot. I regret the words the second they’re out of my mouth. Here I am, afraid of them rejecting me, afraid of the hurt it will cause, and that’s exactly what I’m doing to them.
For a moment, I’m worried Damien’s going to command me to pull over and get the fuck out. That they’re done with me. Done trying. And why wouldn’t they be? I’m surprised they’ve lasted this long. Whatever debt they believed they owed me, they paid it a while ago.
“You wouldn’t have stolen my car if that’s all you wanted,” Damien growls. “You want our attention. You want us around. Besides, if you just wanted us for a good fuck, you’d be sitting on my face already.”
Something bursts in my chest at the thought of Damien flat on his back, my thighs straddling his head as his fingers dig into my thighs and keep me in place, Finn and Knox looming over me as I switch between sucking and pumping their cocks?—
“If you want our hands and mouths all over you, all you have to do is say the word, angel.” Knox’s cocky grin is accompanied by a glint in his eye. A dare.
I could deny it. Tell them to fuck off.
I don’t.
“Left,” Finn orders simply. I make a turn at his command without a word of protest.
The three of them give me orders and praise as I weave through the parking lot, then venture around different parts of campus. This time, my foot is steadier, the muscles in my shoulders relaxed, and no one grunts in pain. There’s something soothing yet electrifying about them giving me instructions. Walking me through every step.
A static tension hums between us. My blood buzzes with the rush of adrenaline. Flashes of them tugging me into the backseat and tearing at my clothes, unsheathing their cocks and stuffingme full cycle through my mind. I can’t chase them away this time.
“What a good student,” Knox purrs from the backseat. “Wonder what else we can teach her.”
“Absolutely nothing—” But my protest is cut short by Damien’s hand sliding over my jeans.
Every cell in my body freezes.
“I think she’s ready to learn how to drive while distracted.” His enormous hand stops at the button on my jeans.
I try to scoot away from him, but there’s only so far I can get from him. I’m already slick between my thighs. “What are you?—”
“There are lots of distractions while you’re driving.” Knox leans forward, sultry voice close. “Lights, noises, people. You have to be able to focus on the road, no matter what.”
A hand rough with calluses brushes against my neck, making me jump as it circles my throat and squeezes.
“Finn—” I gasp.
“Shh.” Even his low hush sends a shiver down my spine. His hand squeezes the sides of my neck. “Focus.”
