The Bad Boys' Virgin Temptress(26)

They’d ruined her for any other man. If she couldn’t find the best release at her own hand how could she expect to go with someone else but Drew and Noah? Her anger got the better of her making her snap at them when they dropped her off at home. In the space of four days she’d gone from being a carefree woman to a nympho. Every time she saw them, she wanted to jump their bones.

It was so unfair. A week ago she’d been a virgin wanting to find someone to spend her first time with. Drew and Noah had given her an amazing first, second, third and even fourth time, but now they held all the physical away from her.

She felt like a child in a candy store who was being told no, the scent of the candy so close yet so far away.

Friday came, and the same happened. They served her breakfast, which was sweet and loving, but Cheryl had had enough. She spent the day at the bakery and overheard some of the women talking about Drew and Noah being at The Dugout. At four she went to their shop, watched them work until they dropped her off after six. No words were spoken, but soft gentle kisses given.

Going inside she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had to act now. There was no way she could go on constantly fighting them. Pulling the band from her hair, she removed her clothes and took a shower. By the end of the night, Noah and Drew wouldn’t be able to resist her.





Chapter Ten

Her plan had been fine inside her head, but going through with it was another thing entirely. She’d taken a cab to the bar not wanting to worry about driving with how frayed her nerves were. The previous Friday she hadn’t completely expected to go home with Noah and Drew. This Friday was different. Not only was she going in there with the intention of getting fucked, she was also going in there with the intention of claiming her men.

By the end of the night she never wanted Noah and Drew to deny her. Running her finger through her hair, resolving her issues quickly inside her head, she walked inside the loud bar.

Smoke filled the bar, and couples were all over in different stages of making out. For a Friday night it was pretty crowded. She noticed several of the locals and plenty of people she didn’t know.

Cheryl stood inside the club in her mini skirt and tight white shirt. The clothes she’d picked had been with the seduction in mind. She hadn’t wanted to leave the house, but Noah and Drew challenged her in ways she never expected. If they didn’t think she was capable of having fun without them she was about to show them differently. Okay, so her main intention was to gain their attention, but she would use any means possible.

Passing the crowd of people at The Dugout she went straight to the bar and ordered a beer. The woman serving that Friday night handed her a bottle without too much trouble considering the number of people at the bar waiting for their orders. Another Friday night, and the dance floor was heaving. The summer was fast approaching, and she knew the town got busy. Plenty of people wanted to visit Law Castle just to see if the ménage rumour was true. Sipping her beer, she perused the other customers. When she hadn’t spotted Drew or Noah she turned her gaze to the dance floor. Couples in two or threes danced together to the erotic beat of the music. Smiling, her face froze, her heart hammering inside her chest.

Drew and Noah had a blonde dancing between them. It looked like the same blonde they’d been dancing with the week before. A skinny blonde with barely anything on, not that Cheryl could complain. Her own outfit left little to the imagination. Cheryl stared at the woman and knew the blonde looked much better than she did. Playing with the sticky label on her beer bottle, she couldn’t look away. Noah, Drew, and the blonde looked great together. Cheryl probably looked like fat cow between two hot men. She took a gulp of her beer. Cheryl couldn’t watch them dancing with the blonde. The jealousy stirred inside her. She took a quick glance at the dance floor and saw another woman dancing. When she looked closely it could be mistaken as a friendly dance. She knew Noah and Drew had a reputation for picking up women. Is that what they were doing?

So much for being their woman. She snorted but couldn’t look away from the sexual scene they were creating. Feeling completely stupid she placed her drink on the bar and turned to leave. She collided against a firm hard chest. Large arms sprang out to support her and to stop her falling backwards. Feeling even more like a sack of potatoes she felt the stain of humiliation claiming her.

“Sorry,” she said.

“Don’t worry about it, Cheryl.”

She glanced up the long line of his body to see Jake, Brent, and Connor surround her. The three men who worked with Noah and Drew. She’d felt sorry for them after the girls kept giggling at them. Now, they looked ready for action. They were no longer covered in grease, and their clothes were tight. She took a moment to appreciate the view only to come up short. They were nothing like Noah and Drew. Her heart didn’t pound, and the flood of heat was nonexistent. Annoyed at her lack of response, she glanced over at the two men who did make her body come alive only to sigh in frustration. No way would she ever be as flexible as the blonde. She loved food too much, and the thought of exercise made her want to vomit. Life was too short to spend it working out to some tune.