Chapter 4

"She's here," Hud whispers. As if we're not all staring at the woman standing in the open door to the room. She's perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. More than I could have dreamed to ask for. Damn sure more than I expected.

At best, I'd felt thankful the woman who'd agreed to meet us here tonight would be someone that could satisfy our recently discovered lust to suckle at a milky breast. At worst, I'd figured we might wind up with a woman who could feed me some milk but leave my cock uninterested.

That. Is. Not. The. Case. Here.

"Fucking shit. How old are you, baby doll?" Beck's tone is all wrong. Almost angry. She takes a step back, instinctively shying away from the tall man with dark scruff and heavy brows glowering at her as if she's a criminal.

"Old enough for membership. Is there a problem?" Eyes the color of spilled bourbon narrow on Beck before she steps forward deliberately, reclaiming the space she'd ceded.

Her courage and unwillingness to cower ignites a powerful sense of possessive ownership I've never felt before today. Unlike Hud, who's a serial monogomist always trying to find a woman he can lock down and wife, I've always been content to keep things casual. Don't get me wrong. I'm a one relationship at a time kind of guy. I'm just not trying to make the relationship work for a long time.

"That's no answer. I don't like asking things twice. How old are you?" Hudson's fears aren't unjustified. We're affluent men in our mid-thirties from prominent families. My father's a retired judge, and my mother's still on the bench for crying out loud. I, myself, carry a caseload filled with wealthy clients, whose lives are riddled with their own scandals yet are unlikely to tolerate many from their legal counsel.

The scandal it would cause if the media found any of us fucking around with a minor would be cataclysmic. And that's setting aside the morally repugnant idea of actually being a man who'd take advantage of a vulnerable teenager.

"Feel free to turn your Dom feed to another channel anytime, dude," she sasses Hudson, and I don't think my dick could like this turn of events any more than if it was actually the focus of her bratty attention.

"We're not in a scene, and even if you three are sex on sticks and pure catnip for a pussy that hasn't been touched in two years, we haven't negotiated my submission yet. So rein it in." Her chin pops out mulishly, and her little hand slams down on her cocked hip.

Her pale pink lips are only a shade darker than her tan skin, and I wonder if they're made up to look that color, or if the pinkish-brown nude color will match her nipples when I get her naked. She's got a healthy glow to her flesh. I'm already dripping with precum imagining the way milk will shine so bright when it dribbles from her swollen tits.

"You're gonna fuck this up, man." Beck steps between the girl and Hudson, and because he's a giant with a swimmer's build, he blocks Hud from her line of sight.

I put my arm on Hudson's shoulder and step close to him.

"Relax man," I soothe. "Nobody's touching anybody until we all have some conversation. If she's too young, you'll know before it goes to far."

He turns to me with eyes burning so bright with lust I feel a confusing jolt in my balls at the force of all that molten heat directed right at me. Before I can make sense of my bewildering reaction, he leans into my space, close enough I feel the puff of air as he swears.

"It's already gone too fucking far, Ash. There's something about her. I won't be able to let her go, even if she's too young. This is so fucked. FUBAR'ed." His eyes are wild as they jump past me, straining to see her around Beck before returning to me.

"You're freaking her out, brother. Come on, where's my laid-back buddy? The funny one? Life of the party? Can that guy come out to play?" I've known this man since we were in diapers, and I've never seen this intensity before. He's nearly rabid just from the sight of a woman. It's strange and unexpectedly hot.

I shove down the thought and jam a lid on it. Now is not the time for me to undergo yet another life-altering kink awakening. Especially not the bi-for-this-guy moment my dick seems to be having.

"I knew this was too good to be true. Shoulda listened to Darius when he tried to warn me." She's mumbling quietly to herself, but whatever moxie pushed her to stand her ground has kept her in place, so we all hear when she mentions another man.

Judging by the growls coming from Beck and Hudson, they're not any happier with another man's name in her mouth. I can't believe how shockingly terrible things are going.

Tonight was meant to be a fun one-off we'd try out and probably laugh over when we reminisced about in the future. Instead, all three of us have damn near gone feral for a woman who, though stunningly hot, looks to be way too young. Oh yeah, and my dick's magically decided it wants to see more of my best friend's predatorial intensity. Tonight's gone pear shaped in minutes.

"Can we please get a redo on the last five minutes?" I choke out. And if it sounds as if my balls are strangling me, it's because they are. If she refuses, I think they might mutiny and poison me with toxic spunk in my sleep. I squeeze shut my eyes and brace myself for rejection.

"Do you want a do over, too?"

I crack open one eyelid and see her leaning around Beck to peek at Hud.

"Dammit. I'm such a bastard. Yes. Please. Allow me to prove I'm not a complete asshole," he groans, and the relief pouring from him floods mine out alongside it.

"I mean, I'm not opposed to a bit of assholery, given the right circumstances," she teases him, flirting as though the last few minutes of angsty tension never happened.

"What's your name, precious girl?" Beck asks.

"I'm Talissa," she says, and my brain immediately practices how it would sound with one of ours. Talissa Craft. Talissa Henning. Best of all, Talissa Banks. Mine.