Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

Jonas

I keep checking my watch, waiting. The closer it gets to four, the more I question if Hilary’s going to actually show. She had a little fire under her breath this morning.

“She coming man? It’s almost four.” Hals walks into the living room, plopping down on the couch with a half-eaten sandwich, taking a huge bite.

“She’ll be here.” At least she better be.

A knock at the door has me beaming. Hilary James isn’t disappointing us after all. Now it’s time to send her over the edge and have her fawning at our feet. I’d filled them in on the plan before she got here. Everyone has their part in the corruption of our nerdy little virgin.

“Game on guys.” I look at my watch, it’s three fifty-nine, and I’d bet anything that’s her. Picking up my phone, I check the door camera app. “Told you,” I tell him, turning the phone and showing him. And just to be a dick, I stick my tongue out, causing him to fall onto the floor, laughing, barely saving his sandwich.

I make my way to the door, opening it to see her standing there, gripping those books to her chest like it’ll be a good enough barrier to keep me from doing what I plan. She has no clue what is coming, or who.

“You made it.” I plaster on my million-dollar smile as I step aside so she can enter.

“I didn’t feel like I had a choice in the matter,” she mutters as she passes by. I’ll let her slide with that comment this time.

She heads right for the living room. I stop, eagerly waiting to see where she sits. She stops at the coffee table, her gaze going between where Hals is now sitting on the end of the couch and the spot she sat on the floor last night. I can only imagine the thoughts running through her mind as she debates what to do.

I’m about to open my mouth, correcting her before she sits on the floor, but she shocks me, moving to sit on the same cushion as she did yesterday.

Good girl.

“What did you want to work on today?” She opens her notebook, and as I cut the distance between us, stepping closer to the couch, I see she’s been busy working on the project. A small piece of me hopes she gets it done before Friday.

“Same as before; we dive into the project, eat, then get to know each other better.” I wink, my tongue snaking across my lip in anticipation of what I have planned.

“Okay, I made an outline…”

Everything she says after that is pure noise, like a fan running in the background, muffling everything. I make out enough to keep the conversation going and add some insight here and there. Mainly it’s her, though. Devouring this project as if she were doing it alone. Which she kind of is. Because damn if I’ll really put forth an effort.

“I’m home,” Jensen calls as he enters the door with bags of burgers and a tray of sodas.

I look down at my watch, checking the time. Five-thirty. Fuck, I must’ve really zoned out. Hope she didn’t fucking notice.

“We got a lot done today. We should be finished in no time.” She clears her throat. “Thank you for inviting me to dinner, but I should really go.” Hilary closes her notebook, sticking her pen into a little pencil bag.

Hell, she really is a nerd.

“Nope.” I take her books out of her hand, sitting them on the floor beside the couch. “You’re eating and then we’re getting to know each other.” I angle my body toward her, letting my fingers slide up her arms.

Jensen steps over Hals’ legs and sits beside Hilary, making us all feel like sardines in a can. Reaching into the bag, he pulls out the containers of burgers and fries, passing them out.

“I got Pepsi for the drink. Hope that’s okay?” he asks Hilary, who nods her head.

“So, where’s your family from?” Hals asks her, cramming a fry into his mouth.

“Um, I don’t know. I don’t really have one, I guess.”

We know she doesn’t, but she has no clue we know that.

“How can you guess you don’t have a family?” Jensen asks around a mouth full of burger.

“I’m a foster kid. Bounced from home to home until I aged out.” She hasn’t taken a bite of her food yet. Instead, it sits untouched in her lap.

“So, you have no one?” I question.

She shakes her head in response, her fingers trembling as she opens the container holding her food.

“Well, now you have us.” I wink.

We spend the next thirty minutes eating and asking questions, making Hilary think we’re truly invested in her. But the only thing we care about is her part in our plan.

“I can’t eat another bite. That was the best burger I ever had.” She closes the container, half her fries and a quarter of her burger left. “I should be going now.”

“Beats the socks off cafeteria food, doesn’t it?” Hals reaches over, takes her discarded container, and pulls the rest of the burger out, stuffing it in his mouth.

She laughs, her hand immediately going to her mouth to cover it.

“Nah, you can’t leave yet.” I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me, her head resting against my chest as my arms graze along hers. Now that I have a hold of her, I can tell she has an ample chest. Good to know.

She tries to pull away, but that’s not happening. We have plans.

“She looks good in your arms, Jonas, but she’d look better in mine.” Jensen leans closer to her, his tongue jutting out, licking up the side of her face. But he doesn’t stop there. No, he covers her mouth with his, kissing her deeply. She resists at first, but then her muffled moans fill the room.

“You hear that, Jonas? She’s loving what Jensen’s doing. Do her lips taste good, man?”

I lower my hands, letting them slide around her waist underneath her baggy ass shirt. The first touch of her smooth skin hits me as I angle her more toward Jensen, so her back’s against me.

“They’re delicious.” He releases her, sitting back as his fingertips trace down her arm.

“What are you doing?” she moans breathlessly.

“Just having some fun. Exploring. Making sure you feel good. Can Hals have a taste?”

“A what?” she gasps.

“A taste, baby. We want to make you feel good.”

It must dawn on her what we mean. Her eyes go wide and she begins to struggle against me.

“Calm down, Hilary, we’re not going to hurt you.” I grip her tighter as Hals changes places with Jensen covering her lips with his, kissing her. “See, we just want to have fun. Nothing more.”

My hand slides further underneath her shirt until I reach the swell of her breast. My cock stiffens as the pad of my thumb strokes over her pebbled peak.

Her back arches up as she moans, Hals swallowing them all.

“Can he taste you?” I lean over, whispering in her ear.

Her eyes go wide and she pulls away from Hals. “I can’t do this. I?—”

I knew it; she’s a virgin. She wants us, just doesn’t want to admit that she does.

“It’s okay. We get it, you’re a virgin. Let us give you some pleasure. We promise no penetration. Then I’ll take you home.”

She hasn’t moved from where her body rests on mine as she lifts her finger to her mouth, biting her nail. I don’t want her to bolt, so I offer a compromise.

“Let Hals lick your pussy, only him. Jensen and I will just watch.”

“Okay.” Her lips tremble and her body shakes slightly, her skin flushed.

Hals wastes no time once she gives her approval. He lifts her legs, taking off her shoes before gripping her leggings at the waist.

“Lift your hips, Hilary.” His husky voice fills the air as she complies, and he pulls them down, along with her panties.

It’s then we’re given the first glimpse of her bald pussy.

Hals doesn’t waste a moment using his hand to spread her lips, exposing her clit before leaning down, latching onto it. Her moans fill the room as Hals laps at her pussy, staying true to his word with no penetration. Not by his fingers or his tongue.

My eyes stay focused on her face, the cute way she scrunches her nose as she comes so close to her release. Her thighs close, clamping down on Hals as she screams, her juices covering his lips.

“Fuck, she tastes delicious,” Hals praises. The lucky fucker.

That’s okay. We’ll all get a chance to taste her before she dies.