Page 15 of Desolation
When she walked into our not-so-covert covert meeting and accused us of talking about boobs and vaginas last night, we collectively snorted at the ridiculous notion. The only boobs and vagina we think about are hers but she’s blind to the effect she has on us.
The memory of those sinful shorts and revealing tank top, the way she crossed her arms, pushing her perky tits together in defiance, the outline of her nipples through the white top—delectably sinful.I suppress a groan as my body tightens further.
But we still don’t know how the conversation went so we’re walking on eggshells—or if it even fucking went.
I’m sure he pussied out. She’s acting just as she has every other day of the last sixteen years. Where are the nerves or the discomfort we were anticipating and preparing to break through?
But no, she goes for typical Lana unpredictability and throws us for a loop. Acting completely fucking normal.
I breathe in deep to center my thoughts and blow out a shaky breath. The fall of my chest takes my anxiety with it and I nod to myself. “Okay. I’m good.”
“Finally!” Luke says, and then swoons dramatically onto his twin. Leo’s not quick enough to catch his brother so they both stumble to the ground. “What shall we do, brother?” He drapes himself over his brother’s lap. “Sugar Britches owns my heart. It bleeds for her! I feel I may burst from the uncertainty that plagues us. I must know if she reciprocates my”—I shoot him a reprimanding look and he backtracks—“ourfeelings or I may … uh, kicketh the bucket. Mine own poor heart shall cease its very beating if it be true the lady does not loveth me.”
Leo places his hand over his brother’s heart. “Oh, brother, steady. Steady. I suffer with thee, the agony and uncertainty. But we might not but persevere! For the sake of our love, we wilt. And if the lady does not returneth our love, I shall prepareth our graves.”
I groan. “Who the fuck told you drama queens to take Shakespeare in college?”
Instead of responding, Leo joins his forehead with his brother and his body shakes with a theatrical sob.
Scoffing at their utter ridiculousness, I read between the lines to their truth. They have a habit of resorting to humor when things get too deep but I know they’re scared at how she’ll react.
Whether she’ll accept them.
“Well,” I say, clapping my hands once to break them out of the impromptu play they just performed for me. “I think the best course of action would be to talk to Ash first—just in case he backed out and didn’t tell her. If that’s the case, we’re worrying for no reason.”I will beat the shit out of him if he wussed out.
“Until we know for sure, we need to act normally. Zedd doesn’t seem concerned—not that we can read the guy most days—so we can trust that he’ll not let anything slip. Let’s just go to the lake and try to find a moment for one of us to get Ash on his own and find out what the fuck happened.”
Ending with a satisfied nod, I’m certain the plan will work. I look up to find the twins looking at each other, smirking, eyes twinkling.
Fuck. That can’t be good.
Not sure if I even want to know, I still ask. “What are you two plotting?”
The smirks quickly morph into full smiles. Suddenly, they’re all wide-eyed, trying to look all innocent. Lana may call them her angels, but sinless darlings, they are not.
“Whatever do you mean, Hale?” Luke chirps from his position in his brother’s lap. “We heard your plan.”
“Mhm!” Leo hums in agreement, nodding violently like his head may fall off. “Sounds foolproof!”
Groaning at their failed attempts to be subtle, I give in to my unavoidable fate. No way these guys are following my plan.
I finally collect my thoughts like they asked me to and come up with a solid plan … and then they choose to ignore it.Shitheads.
Moving to sit on the edge of my bed, I give them a stern look and a warning. “Don’t screw this up for us. Tell me the truth so I’m not the odd man out when your plan inevitably blows up in our faces.”
Chapter Four
Lana
Holy monkey balls, that was an intense morning.
I woke up feelingflustrated—read: flustered and frustrated—as hell. My night was filled with vivid group sex fantasies that played my body like a fine-tuned instrument. Yes,groupsex.
Somehow, my mind skipped over solo, vanilla sex straight into orgies. Honestly, you’d think I was a temptress, not a virgin.
But the part that shocks me the most is the absence of nightmares despite the sexual dreams. In the past, if I ever had a dream about another guy, I’d immediately fall into a flashback of Rafael. But with these boys, my mind must have known that I could trust them. My faith in them is unbreakable.
I blush at the memory of the most adventurous fantasy in my dream. Let’s just say, I have two hands, three holes and five dicks to accommodate.We can make it work.
