All Chapters of Navy's Sons: Bullied by Quadruplet Stepbrothers: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Tabitha’s POVJace pushes a finger into my core, stretching my tight hole. If my mouth wasn’t filled with Reed’s cock, I would’ve gasped. His digit is too thick, too invasive, yet my body clenches greedily around it, sucking him deeper. He pumps slowly at first, as if letting my pussy adjust around him. Each thrust sends sparks skittering up my spine, my hips rocking back into his hand despite myself.“Damn it, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Jace growls behind me. “Like your pussy doesn’t want to let go.”The wet squelch of his finger plunging in and out fills the air and it’s obscenely satisfying in the most twisted way possible. Then, before I can brace, he slides in another finger. My walls stretch around the burn, and I whimper, gagging around Reed’s cock as Jace works me open wider. Now both fingers pump into me, curling and scissoring as slick drips down my thighs. Every thrust makes my body jolt like a live wire, my core clenching helplessly as he fucks me with his fingers.My

Tabitha’s POV“Head to the garden.”My whole body jerks and the sandwich almost slips from my hands. Holy shit! This whole thought communicating thing is getting out of hand. I have a feeling that I’ll have a heart attack one of these days if they keep popping their voices inside my head in the randomest moments.Should I even bother following Jace’s little order? Maybe I should just lock myself inside my room until dinner. But then, if I do that, they will come find me anyway. If I go and meet them, I at least get to choose how the conversation starts. Besides, I need to ask them about this whole… mind-talking thing. I can’t keep flinching every time one of their voices barges into my skull.So I take the sandwich with me, and head out to the garden. Of course, the four of them are already there, lounging around the table as if they’d been waiting the entire time. Sighing, I stand beside the empty chair and eye each of them warily.“Slept well?” Jace asks with that lazy grin of his.

Tabitha’s POVKaelara University is bigger than I expected. The campus is also littered with students who are probably enrolling for the upcoming semester just like me, or maybe some who are attending summer classes. Either way, I’m glad I won’t have to navigate a ghost town campus.“Let’s see… mom says the president’s office is where I should start.” I mutter to myself and head toward the administrative building. Luckily it’s just right across the huge main entrance of the campus so it wasn’t that hard to spot it.After weaving through a few corridors, I find myself standing in front of a door with a brass plaque that reads: Dr. Marcus Callahan, University President. I swallow, then knock twice before nudging the door open.“Good morning, sir. I hope I’m not disturbing you,” I say sheepishly.Behind the desk sits a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and squared glasses perched on his nose. He turns to me with a serious but approachable expression. The nameplate on his desk mat

Tabitha’s POVI don’t know how I made it through that dinner, but somehow I did. The moment it ended, I bolted straight to my room and stayed there until noon the next day, hiding like a cockroach under a rock.When lunch comes, I tell my mom I’m feeling sick when she comes to ask why I didn’t join them at the table. It feels exactly like being back in high school, too lazy to go to class and pretending to be sick just to get a free pass.She walks over and lays her hand on my forehead. “You’re a bit warm, my poor darling,” she murmurs, brushing my hair back with gentle fingers.Her voice is full of worry, and I almost feel bad for lying. I really am warm, but it has nothing to do with a fever. Every time I remember what Reed shoved into my head last night, that stupid scene of me looking wrecked and dazed on the picnic blanket, the heat rushes back to my cheeks like I’m reliving it all over again.“I’m okay, Mom,” I mumble, forcing a weak smile. “Just… tired. Or maybe it’s the weathe

Tabitha’s POV“Are you sure you’re feeling better now, darling?” Mom asks me while we’re having breakfast at the dining table the next day.“Yeah. I think resting did the trick,” I reply with a smile. Actually, I feel too guilty to continue with my fake sickness excuse just to ditch eating with the rest of them. Besides, it’s not like I can pretend to be sick forever just so I can avoid my stepbrothers.I just pretend that I’m not hyperaware of the fact that they’re sitting across from me right now. I keep my focus on my plate, cutting my pancakes with exaggerated care as if the golden stack is the most fascinating thing in the world. Still, it’s impossible to ignore the weight of their stares. It feels like heat crawling up my skin, simmering at the back of my neck, daring me to look up and meet their eyes. But I don’t. Not when every cell in my body seems determined to betray how flustered I actually am. And not in front of their father’s investigative eyes.“You seem a little more