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You’re an asshole, Harper.
Yeah. I definitely was.
But I was an asshole who was about to get spectacularly laid.
It was only a few steps to the room’s metal door, which was good because I could barely walk in my tight leather mini-skirt. I looked like a hooker. I felt like a hooker. Instead of it bothering me, it actually turned me on. It made me seriously hot to think I’d been ordered to this place like a pizza, by some hungry patron. With a little luck, I was about to be devoured like one.
I took a deep breath, letting the crisp air bite sharply at my lungs as I reached out and knocked. The door opened almost immediately. Jax paused in the doorway to look me over, his eyes obviously happy with what he saw.
“You wanna do this out here, or…”
He laughed gruffly before stepping aside. “Get that ass in here.”
I strutted in. He’d sprung for the bigger of the shitty motel rooms, but it was the same as any other room in the place. Faux wood-paneled walls. Worn-out commercial carpet. Popcorn ceilings, an uncomfortable-looking chair, and, of course, a bed built purely for fucking.
I dropped my coat, revealing the rest of my outfit which consisted of my tightest black shirt stretched over my sluttiest bra. Jax had loose-fitting shorts and a T-shirt on. He also wore the strangest grin.
I noticed a significant bulge already forming in those shorts. I reached for him… but he deftly stepped aside.
“Are we here to play games,” I sighed in frustration, “Or—”
My breath caught in my throat. My heart skipped a beat.
Standing just behind Jax, also in a T-shirt and shorts, stood Preston. For a long moment, I was totally speechless.
“No,” I finally squeaked.
Both men had their hands on their hips. Each wore shit-eating grins. They were eying me hungrily, like a favorite piece of candy.
“Oh, no,” I murmured, shaking my head. “No, no, no. Not a chance. No fucking way—”
“And why not?” Jax challenged, crossing his arms.
I didn’t have an immediate answer. I looked to Preston for help, but he was still devouring me, rather unapologetically, with his eyes.
“Look, you’re here,” said Jax. “You’re horny. You’re dressed for sex.”
“Are you kidding?!” I gasped. “I—”
“You’ve already fucked us both,” he pointed out, bluntly. “The damage is done, right? So what’s the harm?”
Before I could utter another word, he began peeling his shirt off. In solidarity, Preston did the same. I don’t know if they worked out together before they showed up, or what, but their muscles were totally pumped. I could only watch in awe as a forest of big arms, a mountain of broad shoulders, and a pair of deliciously bare chests slid into view.
“I know what you almost did with Preston the other night,” Jax went on. “And he knows what we’ve been doing, too. We’re not just roommates, Harper. We’re friends. We share practically everything…”
He stepped forward and into me, his body now dangerously close to mine. Somehow, I didn’t move a muscle. My heart was beating so fast I was scared it might actually explode.
“But…”
Preston moved next, sliding past his friend. He set his hand on my hip, just above my skirt, and stepped around me in a heady whoosh of musk and cologne. His touch was absolute fire. It added to the growing heat in my loins.
“I—I can’t,” I managed to say, somewhat pleadingly. “This isn’t…”
My sentence trailed off totally unfinished, distracted by the sight of the two of them. I wasn’t even sure what I was about to say.
“This isn’t what?” Jax teased, softly. “This isn’t what you want?”
I was shivering. Shuddering. Trembling. But with excitement, not cold.
