Dirty Little Secrets (Hillcrest Prep #1.5) - Trilina Pucci Page 0,25

my thigh. “We know we’re too young for marriage. And that we just moved in together.”

Holt laughs. “And that we have to make it through college. Plus, we can’t agree on which of us you’d even marry. But that doesn’t mean we don’t want to keep you forever. As ours, Aves.”

My breath rushes out. “I don’t believe in marriage.”

Why did I say that? That’s not what I mean.

“But do you believe in us?” Jackson levels.

It’s never been a question for me. Since that moment a year ago when they said I didn’t have to choose, there wasn’t any doubt. Each of them got a piece of my virginity. Each told me they loved me. Each held my hand, took me to dances, and scared the shit out of any guy who tried to speak to me. Nobody ever said anything to us either. My boys ruled Hillcrest and placed me on a pedestal. No one dared say anything to me. And they’ll control their world outside those doors the same. So I guess I only have one answer.

“I do.”

Holt grabs me, pulling me over him so that I’m straddling his waist. “Kiss me. Seal the deal. Now the world will know you’re taken.”

My jealous, possessive boy.

I kiss him deep as Jackson slips the ring on my finger. Pulling away, I stare into Holt’s eyes as my chest feels likes it may crack open with the emotion I feel.

They love me forever. And I love them.

I shift to look at Jackson, who cradles my face. “Come here, baby.”

He guides me over to him so he can kiss me too. I leave Holt and straddle Jackson, lost in the kiss as I grind my center against his cock, feeling Holt’s lips on my back kissing up my spine. Holt lifts my hair, running his lips all the way up to the base of my scalp.

“Mmm,” I moan.

I break the kiss, laying my head back and giving Holt my mouth as Jackson pulls my flimsy tank down, covering my nipple with his mouth.

“What’s my baby want tonight?” Holt growls behind me, running his thumb over my lips as he holds my jaw.

“I think she wants to be fucked hard and have all her holes filled.” Jackson hums, biting my nipple.

I whimper and grind harder into Jackson’s rock-hard dick, as Holt attacks my neck, biting and sucking the tender flesh.

“Mouth.” … “Pussy,” they simultaneously level, calling dibs. I almost come on the spot.

They may share me, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t lions fighting over prey when we’re in here. It’s my favorite version of them. Insatiable. Aggressive. And fucking entitled.

My back is suddenly cold as Holt pushes off the bed. Jackson grabs me and flips me onto all fours—ass smacked for good measure, as I squeal laughing.

“Damn, this ass is fine.”

Holt stands in front of me, cock fisted as he strokes himself, twisting up and down and running his thumb over the precum that’s beaded on top. My mouth opens, wanting to taste the salty juices, as he runs the tip over my lips.

“Be a good girl and open wide.”

I look up from under my lashes, running my tongue over my lips, and do as I’m told. Holt feeds his dick into my mouth inch by gorgeous inch, letting out a long breath as he does.

“This mouth is heaven-sent.”

I suck, hollowing my cheeks, only faltering when Jackson circles his tip around my entrance. He grips my hips, thrusting inside of me, bowing my back, and stills. His strong hands knead my hips, pressing into my skin and probably leaving bruises as he finds his calm.

“Fuck. Her pussy is so fucking soft. Like fucking velvet. Goddamn.”

Holt’s hand grips my hair, guiding my head up and down, controlling the speed, as his other hand grips the top of the metal railing around our four-post bed frame. My ass rocks, meeting Jackson’s movement, and my skin pebbles against his touch as he runs his hand over my ass.

Jackson fucks me slow, easing in and out until he’s almost out before thrusting back in. I know he’s watching himself enter me each time. He likes to own me.

Just like Holt watches, eyes locked on me as I suck, taking him back as far as I can with each pump of his hips. He’s fucking my mouth the same way he treats my pussy—roughly. I love that about him. He’s a brute. Always.

“Swallow me down, baby,” Holt grunts. “I want to feel your fucking throat.”

His grip tightens in