Page 97 of Web of Lies
“He’s going to get us a seat, isn’t he?” I ask, watching him disappear through the front door. When that boy sets his mind to something, he gets it done—using that charm, which totally worked on me, by the way. Just—uh—don’t tell him I said that. It might go to his head.
“If there’s one thing I can say about that idiot, he will do anything for the people important to him. And you—” My eyes connect with Zepp’s. His hand rubs against his jawline like he’s deep in thought.
“You’re fucking important,” Seger says, bringing my eyes to him. “To all of us.” He lightly kisses my temple, squeezing my shoulder again. “And if you could fit back here, we’d secretly defile Benoit’s car.” A sly grin takes over his face, hands bolting toward my waist.
I squeal as he pulls me through the front seats, setting me on his lap. Zepp snorts, putting a hand on my knee. Their touches soothe my soul, relaxing me back into Seger’s chest. And this is what contentment feels like, nestled between these massive men in a tiny backseat.
“He’d kill us,” he says with that devilish smirk, eyeing the front driver’s door. Seger circles his arms around me, letting my back snuggle comfortably against his hard chest. My head leans back against his shoulder as his breath fans across my jawline.
“But what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” I rasp through a playful smile, bringing Zepp’s lust-filled eyes back to mine.
There’s a fire burning in him, ready to ignite the entire car, taking me with him. Those fiery eyes dip down towards my plump pink lips. He’s begging me to let him kiss me, to have me right here and now. And I’d surrender to him, give myself to him right now.
“That’s my fucking girl,” Seger whispers against my neck. His lips brush along the sensitive skin, sucking it in between his teeth. A shiver of pride soars through me. His girl. Their girl. Oh god. My body is on fire with the incredible sensation of his lips on my neck. My eyes roll into the back of my head. Every touch. Every kiss. I’m on fire with a need for more.
Zepp leans over in the crowded space, taking my face in between his palms. His eyes drift to my lips again, dragging all over my face, memorizing every freckle and crinkle. His Adam’s apple bobs when he brushes his lips against mine, not asking this time. Nope, this time Zepp takes precisely what he wants, and I can’t stop him. I won’t—don’t want to.
His tongue mingles with mine like it belongs there, floating in my mouth, dancing together in slow motion. I lose myself. My soul floats above my body, witnessing the beautiful carnage between us. He pulls me closer. Nose against nose breaths wild. My body squirms, grinding into Seger beneath me. I need friction. I need something, and they’re awakening more lust inside of me.
Seger groans against my neck, his tongue drags up toward my ear lobe. “Dude, you’re making her squirm like crazy.” He grunts, taking my earlobe in between his teeth like the hungry, lustful, savage he is. His hands guide my hips along the hardness growing underneath me. With each grind, I grow wetter and wetter, soaking through my new panties.
Zepp chuckles into my mouth, pulling me harder towards him like he can’t get enough. He wants to fuse us, mold us into one functioning human. His free hand brushes up my thigh, rubbing against my clit in smooth circles. I cry into his mouth at the friction. Need. More. Now.
“DUDE!” Chase shouts from the driver’s seat.
My whole body jumps, but the stubborn boys don’t move, keeping their lips and hands on me, still grinding against me. “I haven’t even done that in my car! What the shit!” He yells, staring between the three of us with outrage pouring from his voice.
I lick my swollen lips, peering over at him with my most innocent eyes. “They made me,” I accuse playfully, his eyebrows shooting up.
“Oh, yeah, throw us under the bus,” Zepp mumbles through a smile, kissing my lips one last time. He pulls away, adjusting himself in his seat, smoothing out the huge and very hard bulge in his jeans.
“So?” Seger asks, gesturing towards the restaurant.
“You get us in?” Zepp asks in a raspier voice than usual.
“Well, maybe just me and her now. I don’t know if I should even allow you, shitheads, to come with us.” Chase huffs, narrowing his eyes again.
I smile, disentangling from Seger’s arms, leaning forward to take his face into my hands, kissing his lips. “Can we all go in?” I whisper, searching his darkened eyes.
He nods, nudging his nose against mine. “Yeah,” he breathes. “I got us all in.”
“Fucking Benoit charm!” Seger says, throwing an arm in the air. “Seriously?”
Chase’s new smile reaches the depths of his eyes, showing me the happiness filling his soul. “Let the wooing continue,” he whispers, just for me to hear.
A flutter of butterflies invades my stomach, weakening my legs. I hold on to him for a second longer, staring into his eyes, relishing in this minuscule moment of happiness. No worries. No murderers. Just us— together, enjoying each other’s company.
After reluctantly untangling myself from the backseat, they all escort me into the restaurant. Other patrons complain around us, sending hate-filled stares at the four high school kids taking their tables. Some hurl whispered insults, and some whisper about the boys and who they are. Or, more accurately, who their fathers are. Even then, they’re famous and recognizable. Then there’s me, a nobody—kind of.
My father is as famous as theirs, but he’s more behind the scenes. The reclusive writer, mystery man, who doesn’t like to get in front of the cameras. He’s walked the red carpets and been responsible for his movies, but he’s not in the public eye as much as theirs.
I try not to pay attention to the gossip murmured to open ears. Instead, I focus on the three sexy men with me. And I do mean sexy. Phew. Hot damn, someone call the fire department because I’m about to combust from looking at them. Those plump, football-driven asses fill out those tight jeans. Urgh. I wonder if everything about the twins is identical. Size. Length. Shit! Seger was huge. Is Zepp just as large? Bigger? Thicker? Ouchy. My vagina will not be happy. Or—well, maybe she will be.
My face flushes again for the millionth time at the thought of that. “I’ve never been on a date before,” I mutter before I can bite my tongue.
“I hope we don’t let you down then,” Zepp says, brushing his fingers against mine. Goosebumps shoot up my arm, and a sharp shiver rockets through my body.
“Once you leave here, there won’t be anyone else on your mind,” Chase grins.
