My chest began heaving as blind, raw panic seized me. "Jericho, please—"
His eyes narrowed. "Neither of us is fucking you, Adams. The last thing we need is your whoring cunt bleeding all over our pool."
Angry, salty tears were rolling down my cheek by the time I had my skirt rolling down my legs, leaving me bare in my light pink bra and matching panties and I fought the urge to cover myself.
Jericho's eyes began to burn. They lit a match over my nipples, lowering to the dip in my waist and the flare of my hips. I felt the same fire from the other three.
But Jericho suddenly snarled sharply at me, "Cut it out with the tears. We all know you're everything but innocent. The little act might have worked before, but we don't buy it anymore."
"Nothing happened!" I cried.
But he hurled my paper over my head, Soren catching it with one hand in the same moment Jericho lunged forward, grabbing me. "Only one way to find out."
Huh?
