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  “Nope.”

  “Is there someone in the rest room I need to talk to?”

  “No.”

  “Then what?”

  Lucas touched my lower lip, leaned in. “You’re going to take that bag in with you. Inside are two small lounge rooms. Like little dressing rooms for women to change after lunch work outs or do their makeup. Very swanky, this building. You are going to go into one. Lock the door. When you’re in there, you’re going to tell me. Got it?”

  “But…”

  “But nothing. Do as you’re told, Ember.” He frowned. His dark brown eyes unreadable to me. My stomach twisted up and I nodded.

  “Fine. But can I ask you one thing? Please?”

  “What?”

  “Whose idea was this?”

  Lucas rocked back on his heels. He laughed but the humor didn’t reach his eyes. His eyes looked uncertain which made me more nervous. He should not look uncertain at all. “Matthew’s. But you knew that before you asked didn’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’d offer you lube,” he said, tracing the V of my blouse. His fingertip outlined the come hither Y formed by my trussed up breasts. “But I doubt you need it. I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you?” His mouth came down on mine before I could react. His tongue forced past my lips until I opened for him, letting his tongue dance over mine until I could feel the kiss in my cunt. In my toes.

  “Lube for what?” My face felt a bit numb. What was in the bag?

  “You’ll see. Answer my question. Are you wet?”

  “I…um, yes. Yes, I’m getting there.”

  “Good.” He smacked my ass hard and fast. So fast, no one passing through the lobby reacted until I let out a sharp yelp. Then they reacted, looking at me as if I were a crazy woman. My cheeks blazed and I tried not to pout when I saw him laughing. “Go on then. We don’t have all day. If you take too long, Ritter’s going to find us out here. That guy’s a nut.”

  Go on and what? Take too long to what? It all ran through my mind but I didn’t dare ask. I headed toward the ladies’ lounge, head down and determined. Matthew reached out and grabbed me before I could pass him. “I’d offer you lube too, but I know damn well you don’t need it. I don’t doubt it. I’m sure of it.” And then Matthew kissed me too.

  My body went stiff and he squeezed my arms tight in his big hands. The bite of pain on my arms wound around my limbs, wormed into my pelvis. My heart swelled into my throat, my ears. When he let me go, I stumbled back, my lips throbbing like they were bruised. “Go on, then.” He opened the door for me, the muscles in his forearm bulging from the motion.

  I spared one uncertain glance at Lucas. He stood across the lobby, hands in his pockets, jaw bunched. He looked angry but he was so hard to read, I could be way off. He kept me off balance he was so hard to decipher. He gave me a short nod and in I went. There were two women in line for the small separate rooms. Privacy was in demand it seemed. Finally I walked into room number two. The size of a small powder room, it was painted a soothing green with little vines painted on the walls. A mirror, a overstuffed arm chair, a small vanity and an outlet for a curling iron or hairdryer. I turned the lock and it snicked at me like it was laughing.

  Then I faced myself in the mirror and said. “Okay, boys. I’m in.”

  Lucas came into my ear like the voice of some dark god. “Open the bag.”

  Chapter 14

  It was a vibrator. But then again, I had know what it was all along, hadn’t I? Somewhere in me, I knew right away.

  I could hear Matthew in my head. So let’s talk…Had this been his suggestion to his brother? It had to be.

  “Ember?”

  “Yeah. I’m here. It’s kind of big isn’t it?” I tried not to panic. I mean, it was a vibrator not a snake. Nothing that could hurt me here.

  “I want you to use it on yourself.” Lucas’s voice piped directly into my head. It would have been very Big Brother if it hadn’t been so intimate. Wetness pooled in the crotch of my brand new panties and the vibrator looked very appealing.

  “I can do that. Sure.” I tried for bravado but didn’t quite manage.

  “Go on, then. Let’s hear that zipper purr.” That was Matthew and my physical reaction to him was so much different. Excitement tainted with anger. It was a confusing mix. With both of them in my head, it felt sinister. A party call to the extreme.

  “I…”

  “Do what he says, Ember,” Lucas said.

  I popped the button and pulled the zipper on my tight jeans. I wriggled and twisted to get them down, tugging my panties along for the ride. “Ready?” Lucas asked.

  “Yeah. I guess.” I was so wet and eager now. I could picture the queue of women out there waiting for their turn at privacy, but even the guilt and worry of being heard couldn’t put a damper on readiness.

  “Turn it on. Let’s hear it.” Matthew laughed softly when he said it and I could picture his cocky swagger, his lupine grin. He was easy to hate but entirely sexy in his cruelty. I twisted the base of the vibrator and it sprang to life in my hand. The sound that came out of it was staggering. I twisted it quickly to turn it off. “Jesus Christ!”

  From outside the dressing room door came murmurs. A few gasps, too. “Ember turn it back on,” Lucas ordered.

  “My god. Did you two hear this thing? It sounds like a weed whacker!” I gasped. I shook my head no to my own reflection in the mirror. “There’s something wrong with it,” I growled.

  Someone knocked softly and I stammered, “Just a few minutes, please!”

  Matthew laughed in my ear. It was demonic in nature. Like an evil entity in my thoughts. “There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s just loud. Very, very loud. But I assure you, sweetheart, it does the job. Turn it back on.”

  “No.” I breathed.

  “Ember,” I could hear the threat in Lucas’s voice. Was I playing and staying or was I flipping the switch and ending our agreement? Was our time together over?

  “Fine, fine,” I hissed. I closed my eyes and turned the base and the vibrator gave a hearty buzz and jumped to life. More muffled chatter from outside the door. More shocked outrage voiced at what I was doing. The nerve!… Of all the places…Oh my god, can you imagine…I wanted to die. Because trust me, there wasn’t a woman out there who didn’t know what I was doing.

  “Now do it, Ember. And let’s hear you when you come. I’ll know if it’s real,” Lucas reminded me. My face blazed hotter and I touched the very tip of the loud toy to my clit. Despite the roar of it, it felt good when it buzzed my skin. I pushed harder on my swollen clit and my hips arched up on their own. I focused on the feelings in my cunt, my belly. I pushed away the hushed irate whispers from the other side of the door.

  “Good girl,” Lucas said in my head.

  “You’ve picked a really pretty whore,” Matthew said in my ear.

  Lucas laughed. “Thank you, Matthew,” he said.

  I circled my clit with the tip of the toy and a sound slipped out of my throat. “Does that feel good?” Matthew asked. I could picture his sharp features. I circled harder with the toy.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “So, when do I get her?” Matthew asked.

  Lucas said, “Maybe soon. But you have to behave.”

  “I’ll be good.” Matthew laughed. Then, “Fuck yourself, Ember. Are you yet? I don’t think you are. Go on now, do it.”

  Someone knocked and I slid the tip of the vibrator around my slick opening. My pussy clenched up, ready for the toy. “Just a minute!” I wheezed.

  “Do what he says, September,” Lucas told me.

  I slipped the vibrator deep inside of myself. My hips rose, my stomach slammed taut. I was so close. They were talking in my head. Ordering me around. Bantering like a comedy duo. Women were listening. Waiting. And they knew what I was doing. “I am. I am. What do you mean get me? When he gets me? How is he getting me?”

  “I told you he’d share,” Matthew reminded me and I slammed the vi
brator higher. Someone knocked again.

  “Coming!” I shouted and my voice hitched as warmth filled my womb and the vibration filled my muscles and bones. Both men laughed in my head.

  “Soon, but not yet,” Lucas said. “I can tell by your breathing.”

  I couldn’t even think about that. I thrust higher, the angry bee buzz of the very loud vibrator filling the room. It took up the space in my head not occupied by the brothers. “Lady,” someone shouted on the other side of the door.

  My breath came in pants and gusts and Matthew said. “I think you need to dial it up to high.”

  My god. How loud would it be on high? “No!” I yelped.

  My cunt grew tighter still, gripping the gyrating purple toy eagerly. The lace bra rubbed my aching nipples adding to the sensation to the reality of the men whispering dark words in my ears.

  “Do it,” Matthew growled and the orgasm inched that much closer. I twisted the base and even buried deep in my pussy it sounded louder than before. Ridiculously loud. Horribly loud. I wanted to hate them for doing this to me. I wanted to throw it away and storm out and be angry and strong. Instead, my cunt started to flutter and I said, “Oh, god.”

  “Don’t you come yet, Ember,” Lucas said, startling me.

  “What?” Oh shit. I was right there. I wanted to cry.

  “Not yet. Not till I say. Got it?”

  I clenched my jaw and tried to push my climax back. “What do you want? What do you want?” I chanted, still working myself with the toy but backing off just enough to keep from coming.

  “Take it out but don’t turn it off.”

  I didn’t move. If I took it out and left it on high it was going to sound like a fucking lawnmower. Anyone in a mile radius would pick up the sound! “Do it now, September.” He did not sound happy with me.

  Everyone could hear. Matthew and Lucas could hear. The women out there could hear. I was on sound display. I heard, just barely, someone say custodian and keys. They were going to open the door.

  “They’re going to come in here!” I hissed.

  “Then I guess you should hurry,” Lucas said.

  Matthew laughed and I did hate him for that moment in time. I pulled the toy out of me and the sound of it trebled. “It’s out,” Matthew said. He chuckled. “Shit, I could hear that even without the ear piece.”

  `I blushed though there was no one there to see it.

  “Run it over your nipples,” Lucas said, his voice thick.

  That tone in his voice made me forget it all. The eavesdroppers and the other man on the line. I bared my breasts of sweater and bra, ran the shimmying tip over each distended nipple. A tugging pleasant sensation blazed from nipple to cunt. A yank of an invisible string that bound tit to pussy. I moaned. “See, it feels good, yeah?” Lucas whispered.

  “Yes,” I managed. I might come from just this, I thought. I was already a kiss away from coming and feeling this in my breast and him in my head was all too much.

  Someone knocked and this time I didn’t even answer. I ignored it. Still terrified the door would come swinging open and yet, not so terrified that I stopped. “Slide it down your belly. It’s my tongue,” Lucas said.

  “Where’s my tongue?” Matthew said in my ear.

  I slid the vibrator lower on my tummy. Felt the buzz sink into my skin, work through my muscles. The vibration worked through my navel and into the floor of my pelvis. I tightened my cunt, gasped at the wave of pleasure.

  “Shut up, Matthew.”

  I bit my tongue.

  “Slide the vibrator over your hipbones. A little lower. Closer to your pussy. I’m¾”

  “No, this time it’s my tongue,” Matthew interrupted.

  I lowered the toy, its high pitched scream almost gone to me now. I was solely feeling my body. I didn’t care how loud it was. I didn’t care about being embarrassed. I didn’t care about the people on the other side of the door. I simply did not care, and that was a freeing feeling. The vibration shook my thighs, my ass, my groin. I made a soft sound and Lucas said, “Soon, baby.”

  “This time it’s my tongue, bro. And I want to put my tongue in her cunt. I want to lick over that little hot pink button of hers until she forgets your name. I don’t want her to be able to even remember what you look like.”

  “Matthew.” Lucas’s voice was full of warning.

  “Oh, you know I’d make her happy. I could eat pussy all day long and I bet hers is sweet. Like watermelon. Or strawberries. Tell me I’m wrong.”

  “Lucas?” I asked. I heard a man’s voice on the other side of the door. My guess, the custodian and his big ass key ring.

  “Go ahead. Sink it in, Ember. Come for me, baby.” I could tell by his voice he was talking to me and only me. Like we were alone. Like in his kitchen. His bedroom. His guest bed. I slipped the vibe back into my body and my hips shot up, ready and impatient.

  It wouldn’t take much. Not much at all. I saw Lucas in my head. His hard cock. His eyes on me when he fucked me. His hands on my flesh and that scar.

  “I’d eat her pussy until she pulled my hair out in chunks,” Matthew whispered. “I’d lick and suck and fuck her with my tongue until she spoke in tongues. I’d make her beg me, Luke¾”

  “Matthew,” Lucas said.

  I fucked myself faster, listening to the people outside and the men in my head and the insanely loud buzz of the vibrator. “Boys…” I couldn’t think what else to say. I gasped, the joy in my body becoming bright yellow like sunlight. Big like the sky. Perfect.

  “And then I would fuck her, Lucas. And I wouldn’t watch her when I did it. Not like you, brother,” Matthew laughed. “I’d push her face down into the bed. Grab those curvy hips and yank at her. I’d fuck her like an animal. Like a dog in heat. I’d fuck her until she forgot every fuck before me.”

  I started to come. My body slamming tight around the toy, my free hand tugging at my nipples. I heard the jingle of keys and a man say, “I’m coming in if you don’t unlock the door, miss!”

  Fire filled my belly, warmth swelled in my cunt. “We’ll see,” Lucas said in my head. “I haven’t decided if you get any of her. I haven’t decided to share.”

  Like I was a toy or a movie. A car. An object. I came. Came at the memory of Lucas fucking me, the criss-cross of purple ties on my wrists and ankles. Came at the thought of Matthew touching me, kissing me in front of his brother. Came from them bickering over me in my head. At maybe being shared. At the women outside this room who knew what I was doing and the man who was about to enter and find me, sprawled in this chair, toy jammed in my pussy, sweater yanked down to bare my breasts. Common and whorish and flushed.

  “You’d better share,” Matthew growled.

  “Shh. She came,” Lucas said and laughed. The tension slipped from his voice like water swirling down a drain.

  “I came.” I said. “And there’s a man about to come in here. He has keys.” Now the panic surged in me.

  “Get yourself together and get out here. You have three minutes.”

  “Hey, look who it is!” Matthew said in the ear piece but then they cut me off and the line went dead.

  I dropped the vibrator in the bag and stood just as someone grabbed the door knob. I yanked up my sweater, my bra still wedged under my boobs. I tugged up my jeans and pulled the zip up as the door swung open. I saw my own startled, red face reflection in the mirror for a brief instant and then a man came in.

  He looked more mortified at my mussed, blushing appearance than I did. “Sorry, miss, but…”

  “Sorry. Sorry. I got um..hung up,” I said, pushing the brown paper bag into the back pocket of my jeans. “Very sorry,” I said, giggling. Suddenly the whole thing struck me as hysterically funny. Maybe it was nerves or relief. Either way, I giggled and snorted my way past the gaggle of frowning judgmental women in the waiting area. I giggled down the gray carpeted hallway. I giggled right into Matthew Crow’s broad chest and it stopped me cold. I looked over his shoulder for Lucas.
r />   “Hey, pretty.” Matthew grinned down at me lasciviously.

  “Where is Lucas?” I couldn’t find him in the lobby chaos.

  “He had to go. Ritter showed up and tossed a nut. He told me to take you home.” Matthew leaned in, his lips a bare breath from mine. “I win,” he said.

  “He meant…” My voice petered out. I had no idea what he meant.

  “He meant I get to take you home.”

  “And then?” I took a step back from him. He unnerved me. Beautiful but deadly like some exotic animal.

  Matthew shrugged, took my arm. “And then whatever I want.” He grinned wide, his eyes flashing, and pushed me toward the front door.

  * * * *

  This was where any sane person would back out. Anyone with common sense would put a halt to it right here. Instead, I let him take my arm and lead me out to the car. I let him put me in the seat and buckle me in like a child. Odd how very gentle he was being, almost valiant. Was it because he was getting a turn? Was Matthew just an overgrown child? He dispelled that thought by dropping to his knees after securing my seat belt. He buried his face at the crotch of my black jeans and inhaled me like I was baking bread or the most expensive perfume. Dark soot lashes slamming shut over his big dark eyes. They swished along the sun kissed tops of his high cheeks. "Your pussy smells perfect. Screw cookies or french fries or any of that. A woman who has just had an orgasm is the best scent of all." He pushed his face to me harder, his breath invading the denim with humid wisps of air. "I have to decide what to do with you."

  "I'm scared," I admitted. I didn't know what else to say. My throat felt too small when I said it and my heart hurt a little. "I'm scared," I repeated.

  He stalled, looking up into my face, studying me. His thumb rand softly over the pulse beating at my wrist, almost absently. A strangely gentle gesture from crude, boyish Matthew. "Maybe you should be," he said softly.

  Then he got in the car and turned the key. He took a hard left out of the lot and we didn't pass Lucas on the way back to the main road.

  Something told me that was intentional.