9. Hadley

nine

Hadley

I wipe my suddenly sweaty palms on the sides of my fifteen-hundred-dollar dress and instantly feel like a fraud. I've never felt comfortable wearing such expensive clothes. When I walk the red carpet wearing thousands of dollars worth of jewelry, I spend the night worrying about losing an earring.

Calm down, Hadley. You met the guys last night; they were cool with the plan. We just have to sell our unconventional relationship to the public.

I arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes ago and was immediately ushered to a private room in the back, but not before numerous fans recognized me. I love my fans—I really do. And I hate deceiving them like this, but I need to take this leap and transform myself. One day, it will all be worth it.

The sound of a door opening pulls me from my thoughts. I look up to see Barnett, Holden, and Caspian walk through the doorway, all looking dressed to kill in their designer suits, minus ties, with just enough buttons undone to make me want to rip the rest of them off.

Whoa, down girl. You need to keep your hormones in check.

"Hi." I stay seated, squeezing my thighs together to calm my throbbing clit. The pressure feels good, but I'd rather have a tongue or tongues pressing against it. "Have a seat." I motion to the chairs surrounding the table, trying to think about anything but the outline of their huge cocks straining against their tight pants.

No wonder they have a line of puck bunnies waiting to sleep with them with all that heat they're packing.

"Eyes up here, Hadley," Holden smirks, calling me out on my obvious appraisal of their huge cocks, and I feel my cheeks heat as he hands me a bouquet of lilies—my favorite flower—making my heart melt.

I'm not a virgin by any means, but the few relationships I've had have been lackluster at best and nothing as big as the three of them. Maybe it's a good thing this is pretend; I'm not sure any of them would fit inside me—but I'd definitely be willing to try.

Last night didn't feel very fake.

I realize my eyes have drifted back to the bulges in their pants at Barnett's polite cough. "Sorry." I wave my hand at the chairs again, "Have a seat."

What I wouldn't give to crawl onto one of their laps and ride them until we were both crying out our release.

My cheeks heat up again at the thought. I lift my glass of wine to my lips and take a large drink, praying the liquid courage will help me get through our dinner without further embarrassing myself. Luckily, they all slide into their seats, conveniently hiding their lower half from my horny gaze.

"So, do you want to talk about the rules of our fake relationship before or after we eat?" Barnett asks.

I could kiss him for bringing our meeting back into focus. "How about before we eat?" I'm not sure I could keep anything down while waiting to hash out the details of my plan. And now that I've thought of kissing him, I'm flooded with memories of kissing them last night in Teagan's basement. I shift in my seat and realize it's not only my brain that's flooded—my panties are soaked just thinking about kissing the three of them again. I can't image what my pussy would actually do if I had sex with the three of them—it already knows what their fingers and Holden's tongue can do.

We discussed the terms of our agreement, deciding to keep it on the level with no unnecessary kissing or touching unless in public and then only keeping it to a minimum to appease the media—except that's not what I want. They've all been so sweet, just like Cassi said, and so accommodating to forgo any sexual contact with anyone until our agreement ends.

"So, it's decided then. You'll attend our hockey games, and we'll attend whatever events you need to attend to keep up appearances as your boyfriends." Caspian lays out the plan one last time, but I don't have the strength to deny the lust I'm feeling for the three of them.

I can see the same lust shining back at me in their eyes, and it gives me the courage to tell them what I really want. " I've changed my mind about our agreement." Their expressions morph into confusion as I stand and stroll across the private room to the door. I reach for the lock, and with the clicking sound, I spin around and face them, "I don't want this to only be for show. While we're together, I want us to really be together." The look of confusion never leaves their faces, so I have to be a little more direct.

I lift the expensive silky dress over my head, leaving me standing in front of them with only my lace panties and high heels on. Dropping to my knees I wad up the dress and kneel on it motioning for them to come to me.

The look of confusion is now off their faces as it dawns on them what my intentions are. They leap from their chairs, almost knocking them over, hastily undoing their pants, and drop them and their underwear to their ankles when they reach me.

I suck in a breath at the size of their cocks. I knew by the bulge in their pants and how they rubbed themselves on me last night that they were hung, but being this up close and personal takes my breath away. That and the way they are stroking their cocks, waiting for my direction. But then, an awful thought pops into my head.

"Have you gotten the results of your STD testing yet?"

"Doc sent them to us earlier today. We're clean, but if you want to see for yourself, I can grab my phone and show you." Holden offers.

"No, that's okay, I trust you."