“We want to f**k you,” Dominic says bluntly. “All three of us. Right here, right now. Use every hole you have. Make you scream so loud the whole neighbourhood hears you. Leave you so f****d out you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
My breath catches.
“And then,” he continues, “we want to come back tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. Because we’ve been waiting for someone like you to move in. Someone who looks at us the way you’ve been looking. Someone who wants it as badly as we do.”
“I don’t – I wasn’t – ”
“You were.” He steps even closer, caging me against the counter with his arms. “You’ve been eye-f*****g us since we walked across your lawn. Your n*****s have been hard for an hour. And I’d bet my life that if I slid my hand into those little shorts right now, you’d
