Four Enemies – Four After Dark Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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Things are so much easier when I can just call all four of the men assholes and do my best to ignore them. At least I can still count on Jordan and Colin to be cocky jerks. Jerks who know how to give me incredible orgasms, but cocky, annoying jerks nonetheless.

23

OWEN

Looking more confident about his business plan, Zane gathers his paperwork and comes with Brittany and me back up to the room.

Inside the suite, the three of us find Jordan and Colin slouched on the living room furniture, watching the sports channel with the volume up high. The messy remains of their breakfasts are on the coffee table, and I know exactly how Brittany’s feeling about the scene even before she says anything.

“Turn off the TV,” she says. “We need to get ready to leave.”

“Maybe we’re already ready,” Jordan says, making no moves to pick up the remote that’s next to him.

“Turn off the TV,” she repeats. “We need to talk.”

I see rather than hear him sigh, but he does as she asks, and silence fills the space.

Brittany walks around to the other side of the room, and Zane and I gather in.

“Last night never happened,” she declares.

Colin lays a foot up on the table. “You can tell yourself that, Boss Lady, but you know you want more.”

“I don’t want to hear a word about it. I don’t even want you looking at me funny.” She catches my eye, and I know I’m guilty of that. Even as she speaks, I’m having flashbacks to last night, and fantasies about some future encounter where I’ll have her lying spread eagle in the middle of the bed. Handcuffs might be a nice addition to the scene. “I don’t even want to think that you’re thinking about it,” she says. “Do you understand?”

Jordan runs a hand through his hair and comments in a bored tone, “Wow, you’re making a really big deal about this.”

“We’ve put our jobs in jeopardy,” she explains, visibly frustrated by his lack of concern about what she’s saying. “We did the one thing that we weren’t supposed to do.”

“The one thing?” Jordan says. “You’ve given us list upon list of things we’re not supposed to do.” Then he puts on a feminine voice that sounds nothing like Brittany’s, as he mimics her. “Turn off the TV, pack up your things, stop making a mess…”

“Stop needing me to tell you what to do,” she says, speaking up to interrupt him. “Shape up.”

She strides into the bedroom, grabs her bag, and starts jamming things into it. When a pair of shoes don’t fit, I go over to help her, but she doesn’t want my help. “I’ve got it,” she says, moving past me to collect something else from the bedside table.

When she’s packed, she heads straight for the door, stopping only to say, “Meet me down at the van in ten minutes, or we’ll leave without you.”

“You guys need to go easier on her,” I tell Jordan and Colin after the door shuts behind her. “She’s just trying to do her job.”

“Now that she’s sucked your dick, she has you wrapped around her finger?” Colin accuses, finally getting up from the sofa.

“Don’t be an asshole,” I tell him.

“Yeah, you’re just mad because she doesn’t want any more of your dick,” Zane says, chuckling.

Jordan shoves up out of the chair. “She’s being ridiculous about that. We all know she loved it.”

“Let’s face it,” Colin says. “We all loved it. We need to make it happen again.”

“We can’t.” I carry my bag out of the bedroom and toss it toward the door. “She can’t afford to lose her job, and neither can I.”

“She needs to stop bossing us around so much,” Jordan says.

“It’s literally her job to boss us around,” I tell him. “Get your shit together, and let’s go.”

Jordan raises a brow, surprised by my attitude, but Zane chuckles again and pats me on the back.

We’re all quiet in the van on the way to the show venue, either from clashing with one another, or from lack of sleep, or both.

Even though the club isn’t far away, traffic is heavy and the ride takes a long time. I actually drift off at one point and immediately end up in the middle of a dream where Brittany is naked, lying beneath me. I’m making her wait for my cock, and she starts to beg for it, her pretty lips pouting in frustration when I hold back.

The van jostles me awake as we pull into a lot, and I have to rearrange myself so that my sweatshirt can cover the hard-on in my pants. Thank god we’ll be halfway through the tour after tonight, because being around Brittany and not being able to have sex with her is already torture. I’m going to need to do a lot of jerking off when I can find some privacy.


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