Page 14 of Denial

Chapter 4

I wake up to two voices that have filled my dreams many a times, but I immediately knew that it was no dream this time. The ache between my thighs told me it was real. Jeremiah's scent all over the sheets, mixing with mine and Ezekiel's lets me know it had all really happened. It's exactly for that reason that I'm still laying here with my eyes closed, memories of what we did last night racing through my mind. I should get up, walk out and join them, eat the breakfast I can smell from here, but I feel like I can't move. Not when I'm too focused on the war inside my head.

One part of me wants to move these sheets back, beckon them into this room, and ask them to do every single thing to me again. I want to ignore the soreness between my thighs and beg them to make it worse. I want them over me, under me, inside of me. I want their tongues, their hands, their cocks. I want their dirty words and vicious strokes. I want...them.

It's that last part that scares me enough not to give into what I want. It's because I want them so badly that I'm terrified to go out this room and join them. I'd wondered if I would regret last night, but I don't. And it scares me more than I want to admit that I don't. That I want more only goes to show me that I shouldn't have given into my urges at all, because now that I've had them, I know I'm going to come back for more. That I will somehow end up with them again. And I can't afford to.

I can't afford to let this feeling nagging at me grow any more than I foolishly already have. Because if I'm being honest with myself, and I really hate doing that right now, there's more than desire thrumming through me towards them. There's...a longing. A dangerous longing. It felt easier before to pretend it wasn't there when I hadn’t spent a night between them. Easier to pretend their mere presence annoyed me when I didn't want it this badly. Easier to ignore the intense feelings that rush through me whenever I look at them before I'd had their eyes on my naked body.

"How long do you think Lexa will pretend she's still sleeping?" Ezekiel asks loudly.

"Bastard," I seethe, narrowing my eyes at a closed door.

"I can guarantee she just called me either a bastard or an asshole." He snickers.

"A bastard!" I shout, angrily sitting up.

"Such pretty lips shouldn't say such filthy words," Jeremiah teases.

I gather every single bit of false confidence and toss the sheets back, marching to the door and tossing it open. Jeremiah's eyes comically widen and Ezekiel arches that stupid fucking brow as his eyes go over my naked form. That confidence doesn't feel so false anymore with the desire growing in both their gazes with each second.

"I don't remember either of you having an issue with my lips doing filthy things last night." I smirk.

Jeremiah smoothly rises from his chair at the table. "I already ate breakfast, but I can assure you, I am now starving."

I roll my eyes. "Is that the best you can come up with?"

He grins as he reaches me. "Well, did it work?"

Judging by the slickness I feel between my thighs, yes, but luckily, Ezekiel's phone rings, saving me from having to answer that question.

"It's Jackson," Ezekiel says as he swipes the screen. "Hello? Yeah, she's here." His eyes go up and down my body again. "She lost her room card last night, her phone was dead, and they wouldn't give her a new card since the rooms are in Law's name." He smirks, adding, "You can tell Charlotte that we tookverygood care of her friend."

My eyes widen and Jeremiah throws his head back with laughter. "I don't think I've ever seen you look so embarrassed."

I glare at him, but my eyes go back to Ezekiel as he begins speaking again. "You can drop it off here. And then we'll meet you guys down there after we've gotten ready. Bye...Apparently, Charlotte had your card. She realized it this morning and has been trying to call you."

"Well, good thing you told them how I was with you two all night." I give him a fake smile.

"Would you rather I left them thinking you slept in the hallway or something all night?"

"I fucking should have," I seethe.

"But then we wouldn't have been able to have fun," Jeremiah says in a voice that is way too appealing.

"We won't be having fun anymore," I spit. "So, make sure to hold it fondly in your memory."

"You're lying," Ezekiel states as he stands.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, you're lying."

"And what the fuck makes you think that?"

He leans against the doorframe, making me back up to put some space between us.

"Because you haven't even bothered to cover up, which tells me you're inviting us to fuck you again. And because you haven't covered up, I can see how hard your nipples are and the way you're beginning to rub your thighs together as we keep talking. You're trying to convince yourself there won't be another round with us, but your body tells me something else entirely."

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