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“You’re smarter than you look, Wheeler,” Asher taunts, leaning over my back, his hand sliding into the waistband of my shorts, cupping my ass roughly.

I roll my eyes at the jab. Grayson is very smart, and I think he looks extremely intelligent especially with his glasses. Those fucking glasses that I love so much.

“Can’t say the same to you, Hudson,” Gray retorts and I roll my lips together to stifle my laughter.

Asher clearly notices because he yanks my shorts down and lands a sharp slap onto my ass. “Think that’s funny?”

I shake my head slowly.

His hand comes down on my ass again, and I lurch forward with a gasp.

“Why’d you laugh?” Asher asks.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

“Louder,” he growls with another slap.

“Sorry,” I say louder.

“The good girl seems like she wants to be bad today. What do you think, Wheeler?”

I hum, arching my back, trying to feel more of him against me but he tightens his grip on me so I can’t move.

“I think she likes to drive us both crazy,” Grayson responds.

“She does,” Asher agrees, his hand moving between my legs and I know he feels how wet I am. Especially when he groans, swiping his hand through my arousal and then lifting it right in front of my face. “Look how wet she is already.”

Grayson smiles. “Now I know this is payback.”

I lean forward, swiping my tongue up Asher’s finger to taste myself. He grips my hair roughly, yanking me back so hard I have to catch myself with my hands on the table. Even with the burn on my scalp, I smile while my arousal floods even more. I’m so wet I feel it dripping down my thighs.

"You guys are acting like I'm just your toy to play with orsomething.” I try to keep my voice even, but it comes out breathier than I intend.

“You like it.” Grayson winks.

“No, you fucking love it.” Asher pushes a finger into me and I cry out at the unexpected intrusion. Tightening around him, I moan when he curls and pumps. “I brought something for you.”

He removes his hand and lifts off me which has me protesting at the loss of his touch. I turn around to watch him pull something out of his back pocket and my breath catches.

“Do you know what this is?”

I nod.

“Did you forget how to use your words again?” he snaps.

“I know what it is.”

The silver butt plug has a red heart gem on the base of it. I never thought a sex toy could be cute, but it kind of is. And also intimidating. Asher steps closer to me and I stiffen.

“We can call it practice for when you take both of us in each of your tight little holes. How does that sound?”

I’m speechless, which is becoming a common occurrence for me apparently.

He leans closer again, the cold metal on the plug touching the back of my thigh, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“If it’s too much, tell me, got it?” His voice is softer and my shoulders drop with relaxation.

“I will,” I agree.