《LAURY AND THE WICKED BROTHERS》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

I did my best to make it look unnoticeable, but planning the entire wedding, reception, and dinner we had last night was incredibly difficult, considering I wasn't in the country where it would all happen. Three things needed to be arranged before dinner, five before the ceremony even started, and now, on top of having to book a new DJ with only 12 hours' notice because the one I booked two months in advance supposedly got food poisoning last night, there's a problem with the turntables. What else could go wrong?And to top it all off, I had the goddamn Wright brothers staring at me from the goddamn moment we arrived at the airport for our flight together. If someone had told me I'd hate flying private, I would have called them a goddamn liar. Yet here I was four days ago, hating that there weren't more seats between Jeremiah, Ezekiel, and me. That every time I looked up from my phone or from the book that kept reading the same line, one, or both, of them would stare at me. Usually, b

My dress is dark blue, so I know he's talking about my cheeks and not my dress. Bastard.We all stood around the low table I helped set up earlier. It had a large glass vase on top and eight smaller vases filled with sand around it, all in different colors.“We wanted to keep this part private, just for the people who meant the most to us,” Law says.“The idea is to pour each of our colors, showing the unity of this family we’ve created for ourselves,” Sarah explains. “We’ll keep it at home, as a reminder of this day, and for Shawn, of how much love surrounds him. We all have each other to depend on, no matter what. To love each other, no matter what.”Don't you dare look at them, I ordered myself.My eyes don't listen to me. They look up through my eyelashes and direct their gaze at Ezequiel and Jeremiah, who are standing in front of me. They look back at me. Without sly smiles, without raised eyebrows, and with too much sincerity. If I thought their other glances scared me, these on

—One night—, Ezequiel insists.—I don't think that's smart.—"Tonight, even," he continues as if I hadn't said a word. "Choose a bed.""It doesn't matter which one," Jeremiah interrupts. "Any one is big enough for us to show you how good fantasies come true can be."A heat courses through me so fast and intensely that I feel like it's consuming me. I've been running from this for months, denying my attraction to them, pushing aside my longing for them, and completely ignoring how my body craves them. What if I just...gave in? Give myself one night with them? Give in to just one of the many things I've imagined doing with them? Would it be worth it? Somehow, I know it would. Would I regret it? That's what I'm not sure of, and I hate that uncertainty.As if sensing the war inside me, they both suddenly move. Jeremiah positions himself in front of me, as if he dominates me more than ever. Ezekiel is behind me, making me aware that the only thing separating him from me is a towel. And tha

"I want you to put my legs over your shoulders." I have to stop when he thrusts into me hard, penetrating me so gently that my eyes begin to close. It's Ezekiel's narrowing of his eyes, his shaking of his head, that tells me this isn't something I should dare do. So I open them and continue, "And fuck me until I explode around you. Insult me while you do it."I barely get these last words out when he slides out of me. In an instant, he moves me until I'm sideways on the bed, and then he lifts my left leg up to his shoulder, just like I told him. He leans forward, his penis pressing against my entrance, and then pushes back in, that stabbing ache there again. He enters me slowly, his upper body forcing my leg closer and closer to my chest until my thigh muscles scream for relief. But the real relief I need comes from the tension pulsing between my thighs.Jeremiah turns his face to the side and kisses my inner thigh before leaning in to kiss me. As his tongue wrestles with mine, his ha

I remain silent for a moment, staring at Ezequiel, feeling Jeremiah's presence behind me. The answer is easy, because I want to be fucked right now. To have my bikini bottom ripped off and be shared in this very water."Yes," I reply.Ezequiel smiles, a genuine smile, even if it's small. "I'll be sure to roll out the red carpet for you."—Just move your tongue and your hips. That's all I need from you.—He groans. “Oh, I love it when you make dirty jokes. See you soon, Queen Laury.”He disappears underwater, his body crossing the pool to the other side. I turn around to look at Jeremiah."What was that?" I asked. "How did he act when he thought the problem was you two instead of... all men?"Jeremiah looks away for the first time. "That's his story."-But is there a story?"Do you mind?" He doesn't ask with any ill intentions, more as if he's wondering if I'm asking because I really want to know.And yes, I want to know, but being asked if I know reminds me that I shouldn't. That I do