Groaning at their failed attempts to be subtle, I give in to my unavoidable fate. No way these guys are following my plan.
I finally collect my thoughts like they asked me to and come up with a solid plan … and then they choose to ignore it. Shitheads.
Moving to sit on the edge of my bed, I give them a stern look and a warning. “Don’t screw this up for us. Tell me the truth so I’m not the odd man out when your plan inevitably blows up in our faces.”
Chapter Four
Lana
Holy monkey balls, that was an intense morning.
I woke up feeling flustrated—read: flustered and frustrated—as hell. My night was filled with vivid group sex fantasies that played my body like a fine-tuned instrument. Yes, group sex.
Somehow, my mind skipped over solo, vanilla sex straight into orgies. Honestly, you’d think I was a temptress, not a virgin.
But the part that shocks me the most is the absence of nightmares despite the sexual dreams. In the past, if I ever had a dream about another guy, I’d immediately fall into a flashback of Rafael. But with these boys, my mind must have known that I could trust them. My faith in them is unbreakable.
I blush at the memory of the most adventurous fantasy in my dream. Let’s just say, I have two hands, three holes and five dicks to accommodate. We can make it work.
Waking up to Ash was like reality kicking me in the face. Broaching the subject with the rest of my guys isn’t a fun prospect.
Wait, my guys? Fuck, I’m already a goner.
I’d stayed tucked up next to him, trying to cling to the dream world where I was their Queen, where I didn’t have to have the talk.
He’s big and warm, like my very own teddy bear protector. When he snuggled into me, my heart melted. It was so adorable, so comfortable—
Until the dude sneezed on my face.
Talk about a mood killer.
Watching the boys squirm was punishment enough for putting me through all that insecurity shit last night. They should know better than to play with me like that! I also don’t quite feel ready to talk about it, so I’m gonna pass.
Feigning ignorance is what I do and, in this instance, I’m dying to see how long I can prolong the inevitable.
The truth is, this is a huge mental leap for me to make. For so long, I’ve talked myself out of my feelings for them. Now I have to suddenly accept that they like me and want to pursue me? Growing up, I’d dealt with the guilt of having feelings for my ‘foster brothers.’ Never in a million years did I think this day would come.
A girl needs a moment to process. I can’t just throw myself at them, as nice as that would be.
I’m not blind. I’ve caught Zedd glancing at me a few times. I’ve wondered if it’s affection in his eyes but I’d convinced myself it was just platonic.
The rest of the guys—I’ve watched them date and flirt from the sidelines. Eventually, I clued into the fact that I needed to put myself out there with other guys.
That didn’t last long though. Epic fail.
After a few dates and even less awkward make-out sessions, I called the whole thing off. I realized I was trying to force a spark with someone, anyone, in the hope of feeling the same way I did for my guys and that just wasn’t fair to myself or the men I attempted to date.
So, I committed myself to biding my time, hoping my feelings would dissipate the longer I waited, the more I saw them with other women. I noticed that they stopped dating around the same time I did but, back then, I didn’t think too much of it. I’d just assumed they’d run out of their ‘type’ in this small town.
Now though, with what Ash had told me, it makes sense that they had likely stopped dating because of me.
About time they pulled their heads out of the sand and realized what a snack I am. Actually, more like a thanksgiving feast.
Wait a minute…
I stopped dating last year!
They kept their feelings from me for a year? Fucking assholes.
Pissed off at the secret keeping while I was out here swearing off men and considering taking a nun’s vows, I decide they’ve earned some more payback and I know just how to dole it out.
Bikinis.
I want to make them notice me without coming off as trying too hard. Toying that line will be difficult but I have a motto to live by: classy, not trashy, but just a little bit nasty.
After trying on a few sets, I settle on a light blue piece that accentuates my curves just enough to make them look twice. Or maybe a lot of times—that’d be cool too. They deserve to be tortured for the blue lady balls they’ve given me.
I check out my ass in the mirror from multiple different angles, twisting to do the stance to check my butt out. And promptly causing a sharp pain in my lower back at the position.
I groan as I bend over and touch my toes to stretch out the kink in my back, as a loud bang on my door almost topples me over.
“Lana, are you ready?” Hale yells through the door.
Though he can’t see me, I place my palm over my chest to calm my heart and huff, “Were you trying to knock or were you trying to detach my door from the wall? A few raps with your knuckles will do the trick next time.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll be fine. We’re all ready. Just come on down when you’re set to go.”
Mocking his “yeah, yeah, you’ll be fine” to myself calms me down. I never claimed to be mature. “Okay, just give me a few minutes. Oh! Make sure you guys pack the salt and vinegar chips! I have dibs.”
Laughter, receding footsteps and along with an indulgent, “Okay, Lana.”
Taking one last glance in the mirror and feeling satisfied with my choice, I slip on my clothes over the bikini and slide into the sandals. On my way out, I grab my bag of essentials. I debate whether to pick up my ‘phone’ as an essential item but decide against it.
Growing up, we saw far too many families with their faces glued to their phone screens, ignoring the memories they could make together. Perhaps it was the fact that we had terrible families until we made our own here, but the guys and I made a pact to avoid using them as much as possible. We decided to truly enjoy our time together and be present in the moment.
It’s go time, baby.
Oh wait, perk up the girls.
Reaching a hand into my top, I adjust my boobs to push them up and together, maximizing their appeal. I’d say they’re an average C cup—perky and attention-grabbing, but not enough to make their eyes bug out of their heads like some of the girls I’ve seen them bring home.
Now I’m ready.
Maybe trying to get their attention with my body isn’t the best way to gauge what they’re thinking but it sure as hell will be a confidence booster and that, I could really do with.
Men think with their cocks, not their brains. I want to see how much they want me and I’m not above playing a little dirty.
Bouncing down the stairs, I notice quite a few eyes glued to my boobs as the girls jump with my steps. I give myself a mental pat on the back but don’t let my pride show.
This is going to be easy. I wonder how far I can push them today?
As I come to a standstill in front of them, I take the guys in, dressed in their swim trunks. A heat builds within me at the sight of them and I clench my thighs together at the rush of desire. I’ve always been attracted to them, obviously, but I’ve never allowed myself to really look.