All Chapters of LAURY AND THE WICKED BROTHERS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"And you? How did you get started in event planning?" Ezequiel asks.I smile. “I’ve been planning events since third grade, and I found out the mother of a girl in my class had forgotten her birthday. She had a birthday party ready for us by the time we got back from lunch. I’ve been hooked ever since. I love seeing how everything comes together and watching people celebrate. I love choosing the colors, the venues, the invitations, everything. Although, I’ll admit, this hospital benefit has had me on the verge of panicking for weeks.”"You'll do great," Jeremiah says. "Look how quickly and well you organized the wedding. I wish we'd had you for our housewarming celebrations."I sit up, filled with excitement. "Don't tell me that. I'll have an event planned before dawn."—If we open a fourth, you're our girl—.Our girl. A violent shiver runs through me at the sound of her words. And from the way Ezequiel's eyes darken and Jeremiah licks his lips, they both notice.“I think we should gi

There's a soft knock at the door in the morning, and this time I'm not pretending to sleep. In fact, I barely slept, with Jeremiah and Ezekiel's conversation echoing in my head over and over again. And along with that, my own thoughts, my own doubts, my own warnings. It was foolish to stay, but I'm sure I'll have breakfast before I go."Come in," I say out loud.Ezequiel opens the door with a glass of orange juice and a paper bag in his hand, and Jeremiah walks in with a plate. I smile at the smell and sight of the pancakes and bacon.—I might stay again if the room service was this good.I'd slap myself. I spent almost half the night reminding myself to stop saying those things, and it's the first thing that comes out when I see them. I don't feel like I know who I am around them, and maybe that's what scares me the most. I watched my mother lose herself to too many men in my life to accept losing any of myself."First thing in the morning, Laury?" Ezequiel says. "At least have break

I shrug and smile at him. “Maybe I’m just a really good imposter.”Ezequiel grabs my head, turning my face so I'm looking at him. "Or maybe you just want us to prove it to you."Definitely what he said."Demonstrate it," I joked.He licks his lips. “I’ll make you cum with your lips wrapped around Jeremiah’s cock. Then you’ll cum with both of our cocks inside you. I promise.”I thought I knew lust. I'd felt it before, shit, every time I was in their presence. I thought I knew what it felt like when it coursed through me, when it filled me with tension, when it made me desperate with need. I thought I knew the heights lust can reach. Now I know how wrong I was, because the sight of both of them inside me, at last, makes me feel something I've never felt before. A wild, fierce, even deep need for them. It's astonishing the way it seems to consume me. Profuse the way it threatens to overwhelm me. Astonishing the way it promises to devastate me, and I want it with all my might."Exactly."

I wake up, expecting a body in front of me and behind me, but there's only one. Before I even open my eyes, I already know who's missing. Jeremiah's arm is around me, and the tattoos on his chest appear when I open my eyes."Good morning," his deep voice rumbles beneath my cheek.I start to sit up, but hiss, which only makes him smile and ask, “Sore?”I squint at him. “You don’t have to be so happy.”—I like the idea that you remember what we did with every move you make—.—I'll do it.— I sigh.—Damn. You don't have to sound so sad about it.—I'm not sad. More like… confused.-Because?-I threw my head back to give him an exasperated look. “Do you know me, Jeremiah?”He chuckles. “Oh, you mean all your love is a disgusting facade?”"Facade?" I exclaimed."Facade," he repeats. "Or whatever you want to call it, that prevents you from believing there's a heart beating in there."—Oh, I know she's there, and I want her to be safe. That's why love isn't allowed.He smiles at me. “Just so y

I walk into my room and drop my bag on the table. Tiredness washes over me just looking at the bedroom and my bed. A bed so big it fits me, Ezequiel, and Jeremías. I shake my head. They aren't even responding to my texts, let alone filling my bed tonight. I scold myself for the umpteenth time for even caring that they haven't texted me. That's precisely why I never wanted to feel anything more than desire for them. This is all a waste of time. I wonder if they're okay, I want to call them just to hear their voices because I miss them, I long for them to be here.To distract myself, I focus on my hunger and sit on the couch to look at the menu. I call room service for a chicken salad, and I save the burger Heather mentioned for my last night here. Something to look forward to, because clearly, there won't be any conversations or messages from Ezekiel or Jeremiah. Still, I check my phone again and am overcome with irritation when I see that my message, once again, is the last one on the