Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 12 Fingering Me
I stood there, my face burning with humiliation, feeling like an utter fool as I locked eyes with him. desperately seeking an honest answer. He theatrically averted his gaze, rubbing his temples as if trying to come up with an excuse.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, his voice dripping with false surprise. “It must have gotten stuck in my head from a book I was reading.” It was painfully obvious that he was lying, and even a child could see through his feeble attempt. Determined not to let it slide, I straightened my posture, my eyes fixed on his face.
“What was the book called?” I pressed, refusing to back down. After all, I had taken such an intimate step with him, and I deserved a genuine explanation. “I put your penis in my mouth. I deserve better than this.”
“Um, I don’t remember the name of the book,” he replied dismissively, rolling his eyes at my insistence.
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“But you remember the name of the character,” I scoffed, shaking my head at my own foolishness for getting involved with him in the first place.
“Why does it matter what name I used? I meant to mention you. You were the one here, making me melt-” His finger traced a path under my chin, a feeble attempt at reassurance. “Have a little more confidence in yourself. Of course, I was talking about you.”
As his gaslighting continued, I shook my head to break free from his t*ouch, stepping back to create distance between us. I refused to let his manipulations cloud my judgment any longer.
“Get Abigail to help you out with this,” I remarked, tossing aside the herbs and clapping my hands together to brush off any residue.
“Fine, I’ll do it. You’re just rude and full of yourself,” he grumbled under his breath, straightening his posture. It stung that he couldn’t even be honest with me.
There was no point in continuing the conversation. I turned on my heel and began walking towards the condo, his footsteps echoing behind me. Once inside the living room, I gestured towards the couch and muttered, “You’re sleeping here tonight.”
I didn’t expect him to actually listen, but to my surprise, he complied. By the time I reached the bedroom and prepared to crawl into bed, Emre had already settled on the couch outside and drifted off to sleep.
I glanced at Caspian, sprawled across the bed and monopolizing the space, and let out a sigh. Yes, he was well-endowed, but taking up the entire bed was a bit excessive. Squeezing myself to the side, I managed to carve out a small corner for myself and lay down.
To distract myself, I absentmindedly played with the pendant hanging from my neck, my thoughts inevitably drifting back to my intimate encounter with Emre. It had been tender and sensual until he opened his mouth.
“Who the hell is this Abigail now?” I sighed, perplexed as to why I was getting so worked up. It’s not as if Emre had ever expressed any feelings for me. I had willingly engaged in an intimate moment with him, without dwelling on thoughts of a future together.
Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt a muscular leg roll over onto my stomach, nearly causing me to let out a startled scream.
“F*uck!” I groaned, feeling suffocated under Caspian’s weight. Pushing his leg off me, I finally focused on getting some sleep and didn’t wake up until the sun had risen.
I was abruptly jolted awake by the sound of chirping birds, and I found the bedroom completely empty. While I didn’t want to be a controlling presence. I couldn’t help but feel curious when they were out of my sight.
Quickly getting out of bed. I hurried to the bathroom to freshen up. After deciding on a white, thin top with a deep cleavage and blue denim shorts, I thought I was ready to face the day. I’m not sure what compelled me to want to look s*exy, but perhaps it was the desire to feel attractive now that I was living with such good-looking men.
As I made my way towards the kitchen. I didn’t anticipate anything out of the ordinary; but I should have. I walked straight into a scene that made me instantly regret it, letting out a loud gulp.
The four of them had Just finished working out and taking showers. Their muscles were prominently on display, and the air was filled with a mix of their different shampoo scents and the lingering scent of their exertion.
Emre was wearing light blue jeans and no shirt, while Bellamy and Caspian had dark blue jeans and white shorts. Wolvin had his long hair in a man bun, with wet strands hanging loose, and he wore black low-waisted jeans.
I swear I stopped breathing for a moment, my eyes taking in their alluring appearances before I composed myself and pretended like everything was normal. Now I understood why this kitchen was so spacious—it needed to accommodate all of us together.
“Morning,” Caspian greeted me, striding past with a smirk on his l*ips. I could only imagine the amusement he found in my brief moment of ogling.
“Good morning,” I managed to reply, my voice barely audible. Pushing aside any lingering awkwardness, I walked to a corner and grabbed an apple and a knife, keeping my back turned to them. Yet I couldn’t resist stealing glances and trying to observe their movements.
That’s when Emre quietly came up behind me, making no effort to be subtle. He placed his hands on the counter, trapping me between his arms. Despite his undeniable s*ex appeal, I couldn’t forget the incident from last night. My nostrils flared, involuntarily taking in his enticing scent.
“Emr—” I began to protest, but he hushed me gently.
“Hear me out first,” he whispered, his voice intended only for me. He brought his l*ips close to my ear, causing my heart to skip a beat.
“The Erotic affairs of Abigail, that’s the name of the book. It was an erotica and my first ever read in that genre. I don’t know why that name popped into my mind, but there is no one named Abigail. I would never disrespect a lady by calling her a different name during our intimate moments.”
His voice sounded soothing, and his explanation finally made sense. I could feel the tension easing slightly.
“Now, don’t hate me,” he whispered, purposely brushing his l*ips over my earlobe, causing a shiver to run down my spine. And before I knew it, his hand was gently placed on my a*ss, his fingers gliding along the curve, dangerously close to the hem of my shorts. The choice of wearing booty shorts suddenly seemed like a bad idea.
I no longer focused on cutting the apple. Especially when his finger entered the opening and nibbed over my v*agina.
I was out of breath already, and it was only the beginning.