The Bad Boys' Virgin Temptress(36)

Noah pulled out of her and left the room. Drew moved out of her, picking her up in his arms. She snuggled closer, her hand lying against his chest.

He carried her into the bathroom. Noah was pouring some bath salts into the warm water.

“I’ll get in with her. I’m going to need your help,” Drew said. He settled into the bath settling her back against him.

Together, they allowed her to soak to ease any aches she might have. Drew and Noah washed her body, cleaning away the sex.

He passed her to Noah and climbed out. Noah handed her back, jumping in the water. Drew left him to settle her between the sheets.

She snuggled closer when he got inside the sheets.

“I love you, Cheryl,” he said to her sleeping face. Her lips lifted in a smile.

“Love you, too,” she whispered.

Closing his eyes, he dropped a kiss to her head. She’d said it in sleep, but to Drew it meant the world.





Chapter Fifteen

Cheryl woke sandwiched between two male chests. She smiled and snuggled deeper into their warmth.

“You’re finally awake. You passed out on us again last night,” Drew said. She gazed up at him.

“Morning.”

“Morning, baby. How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Good.” She stretched, and Noah wrapped an arm around her waist. “A little sore but good.”

“Your ass was amazing,” Noah mumbled sounding sleepy.

She chuckled.

“You can never go now. You’re ours.” Noah whispered the words against her ear. She liked the way they were claiming her. Smiling, she felt so happy. Noah and Drew meant the world to her.

Saturday went by with her spending most of her day in their mechanic shop watching the men work. She grabbed popcorn and snacks while watching all the men work. Some girls would occasionally stop and giggle, and she felt sorry for all the men. They worked through it, but she saw a difference. When grown women stopped by, Jake, Brent, and Connor flexed their muscles, and she found the experience highly amusing. Noah and Drew spoke to the women but never flirted, which she liked. The men treated her like a lady. The looks they sent her way promised her once they got her home she would be in for a treat.

The Saturday she spent at the shop was one of many. All of her spare time was spent with Noah and Drew. She didn’t want to be anywhere else. Brenda taught her more skills at the bakery, which she found challenging. All in all, life was perfect.

Life went by, and little by little she began to move more furniture out of her mother’s house. She wasn’t ready to sell the house yet.

Noah and Drew didn’t push the matter even though she knew they wanted her to sell. She knew they were afraid in case she decided to leave. One of the reasons she wanted to keep her mother’s house was in case it didn’t work out with them. What would happen if they grew bored with her? They’d kick her out, and she’d have nowhere to go. The passion between them grew more fiery, and she spent more time being shared by them than taking them individually.

She knew she was feeling more for them with every passing day, and she fought the feelings for fear of what it might mean. Her mother had been controlled by the love she held for her husband, and he had cut and run when she’d needed him most.

No. She would fight the love she felt. The only way she knew how to be safe would be to remain distant.



Drew was being a prick, and she didn’t like it. Noah had gone out to get pizza for them to eat. She stormed out of the kitchen and scowled at Drew. He kept smiling at her, even though he’d pissed her off by refusing to let her make a drink.

He seemed to want to pick a fight with her. She loved his attention, but he was purposefully making her angry. Drew caught her hand as she made to go up the stairs.

“Leave me the fuck alone,” she said ending the last part in a shout, pulling away from Drew. Noah always stopped Drew from winding her up. She hadn’t sworn at them since moving in. This time, though, he’d pushed her to the point of cursing.

“What did I tell you about swearing?” he asked. Cheryl frowned at him, and she recalled what he said. He’d promised to smack her ass until she was red raw. Blushing from the sudden stir of desire to feel his hands on her, Cheryl looked down at what she wore. Her clothes had been taken away from her the moment she entered the house that night. She wore one of Noah’s shirts with a pair of black cotton panties. They had tried to remove her panties, but she fought for them. If she couldn’t wear her own clothes then she was wearing her panties. She had nothing to protect herself from his touch. Her thoughts were all over the place. She wanted to know what it felt like to have her ass slapped, and she was afraid in case it hurt. What the hell was wrong with her?