Dirty Dreams novel · Chapter 5 of 24

Chapter 5: Night Two

They came in one at a time and closed the door.

Click.

The lock turned, and I lay on my back with my eyes shut and my heart hitting my ribs.

"Told you," Brody whispered. "She's out again."

"It's the same shorts," Dylan said.

"Not the same underneath."

Quiet.

Then Tate said, flat and low, "She isn't wearing any."

"Holy shit."

"I told you we stop," Wyatt said. He stood somewhere near the door, and his voice shook. "I said we stop."

"Then go to bed," Dylan said. "Nobody's making you stay."

Nobody left.

The mattress dipped on my left, and I knew from the weight that it was Dylan.

His hand lifted the hem of my tank top and bared my stomach.

He moved it up, slowly, until the cool air touched my breasts.

I held my breath, then let it out in a long, slow sleeper's sigh.

"God," Dylan said. It sounded like he was in pain. "Look at her."

A calloused thumb brushed over my nipple.

It tightened at once, and I nearly gave myself away.

"Wyatt," Dylan said. "Come here."

"I can't."

"You can. Come here."

A long pause.

Then the mattress dipped on my right, and a huge warm palm settled over my breast, very carefully.

It was Wyatt.

He didn't squeeze or grab.

He held me, and his thumb traced a slow, shy circle around my nipple, and I almost cried.

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