“Do you want to know the real reason why Charlotte broke up with him?”
Emilia shook her head, tears rising up. “No. You didn’t.”
“We did. Well, Jaxton and me. Milo back then was too good for it. He knew, but he didn’t want any part of it.” Simon tossed the picture in a wastebasket and slid back into bed. “Charlotte felt so bad for Landon she broke up with him.”
“You bastards,” Emilia said, but her words were toneless and her hand was already back on his chest.
Slut, Milo whispered again in her ear. Had she even thought about Jim or Landon once while she was with Rosie or Simon? She couldn’t remember.
Simon continued like she hadn’t spoken. “That summer, though, Milo tells us he regrets it. Not betraying Landon. He regretted not coming with us to sleep with his girlfriend.” He grinned. “By our senior year, Milo was pulling in more than Jaxton and I combined. Well, nearly. That’s the kind of guy he is. Who all of us are.”
Emilia cried for her son, even as she reached down to stroke Simon’s half-hard cock again.
Simon looked at her sideways. “It’s who you are too.”
“No, I’m not,” she whispered.
“Bullshit. You barely hesitated when Milo told you to flash that delivery woman. And Jaxton, well… those pictures are going to have a nice long life on the Internet. And when we’re done with you tomorrow, this-” he gestured at the walls “-is over.”
“I can’t tomorrow. Jim’s working an early shift so he can take me out to a nice dinner.”
“We’ll come over early while he’s working,” Simon said dismissively.
She leaned up and looked at him, surprised. “You will?”
“Sure,” Simon said, shrugging and giving her a lazy smile. Oh, there were teeth there. She knew it. But she didn’t protest. Didn’t tell him to come another day. Instead, she leaned down and sucked his cock into her mouth.
He rummaged in a bag next to the bed. Emilia was paying him no mind until he squirted something into his hand. “Feet by my head,” he said, and she twisted to oblige, still sucking at his tip. Something cold pressed against her asshole, and she gasped and shot him a sharp look over her shoulder. “Relax, it’s just lube. And a plug. You’ll be grateful for it when we fuck your ass tomorrow.”
“But Jim and dinner, it’s a date night, so-“
Simon glared at her. “I thought the other guys made it clear. You are ours. No one fucks this pussy but us this summer. We own your ass, we own your cunt, we own your mouth. So don’t you even think about sleeping with Jim tomorrow. You service us first and then you go have a boring-ass dinner with him and say you have a headache. Understand?”
“Yes, Simon,” she whispered, and sucked him back into her mouth again. She whimpered when his lubed finger slid into her ass. He pulled it out and squirted more lube into her cleft before slipping it back in. She shivered at the penetration, and sucked harder.
“You like it in the ass, huh?”
She hesitated, then around him, muttered, “Uh huh.”
“Good. I think Jaxton wants to take you there first. Milo will want your pussy. He’s crushed hard on you forever. Me… I’m gonna let you choose.”