Chance On Me

Chapter Sixteen

Wesley Gray

"Open the door" Troy barks on the other side of the door, before pounding on it.

"Who is it?" Sophia asks, her voice shy. She looks at me, shrugging.

"Wesley you can't text that then ghost us" Troy growls, like, literally growls. It sends warmth to my belly, and my thighs shift together slightly.

"Baby you can't do this. He will kick this door down" Jase says from the other side.

I get up, and take a deep breath before flinging the door open. "Hello" I say in a shy voice. Troy's eyes are dark. I don't get to take much more in, before I'm being scoped up and everything is upside down.

A squeal comes from me, before we're moving. Quick.

"Troy he was probably just nervous" Zane's voice is gentle, and I pop up, pressing my hands into Troy's lower back.

"No, he's a brat" Troy grumbles, a loud crack, and then pain sears my ass. "He did it on purpose. If he was nervous he wouldn't have done it."

"Well I don't know if that's true" Jase says. We're climbing stairs, and before I know it I'm being flinged onto my bed.

"Anything to say?" Troy asks, raising a dark brow.

"If you don't want me to run and hide, you're gonna have to do better than this" the words leave me, oozing confidence. I get up, and take off. I get further than I thought I would, but then arms are circling my waist, and I'm being pulled flushed against a chest.

"Wrong choice, love" Zane's voice murmurs in my ears, before carrying me back to the bedroom. I squirm in his arms, determined to make it difficult for him. But he doesn't waver.

Zane tosses me on the bed, and then Jase is on me. His thighs straddle my torso, and he pins my arms above my head. They're favorite thing, and maybe mine too loops through the headboard, tying my wrists together.

I squirm and squirm, but the rope, and Jase on top of me doesn't make it easy for me.

"We need to talk before we get into anything" Troy's deep voice pulls me to him. I huff and lay back against the bed. "You can't just spring that on us, and ignore us. That's bratty, and immature" his words are harsh, but true. It was immature.

But I was scared, and I wanted to say it. But I didn't know how else. Like I don't know how else to tell them I'm sorry, and explain to them what my thoughts were. So I say nothing, and swallow the emotion bubbling up my throat.

"Did you mean it?" Zane's voice is quiet, and my head turns to him. All i manage is a nod.

"You want to complete the bond?" Jase asks, his brows furrowed. "It's a big deal. Are you sure?" another nod, and Jase climbs off me. Troy's eyes are dark, and they roam all over my body.

"Once we start, there's no going back," Troy adds, and I nod again. "Get his clothes off" Troy orders, and my neck, cheeks all flush. Zane is taking off my pants, and Jase literally rips my shirt open.

A loud gasp comes from me, but he pulls the material off as much as he can with the rope. I squirm, my body fully bare. Troy's eyes stay on me, and it makes all the blood go to my dick.

"Who's first?" Troy asks, and both boys look at each other, and sit by the head of the bed.

"Oldest to youngest" Jase says, and Zane nods, agreeing.

"Sure?" Troy asks, and when they nod he starts stripping. I'm throbbing, and shifting in the bed while Troy gets situated. He gets the lube from Jase, and climbs onto the bed. He sits between my legs, pushing them to my chest. I whine, the only real noise I've made in the last five minutes.