#Chapter 104: Pretend Those Hands Are Mine

Neil’s hand continues to move on his dick, though he’s slowed his pace considerably. He watches me with hooded eyes. His cheeks are delightfully flushed. His muscles are strained, like he’s held himself on the edge for a long time. “Close the door,” Neil says and it sounds like an order. I step back into the hallway. “Chloe,” he calls. I stop. “Come inside and close the door behind you,” he says, making himself clearer. I do as he commands. Stepping back into the room, I close the door behind him. There are a million reasons I should leave and pretend I never saw or heard any of this, but I can’t think of those reasons right now. It’s like my Luna mode has clicked on, and all I want is my wild Alpha to whisper naughty things in my ear. I hate myself and how horny I am for these brothers who are all massive jerks but so desperately unbelievably hot that I just can’t control myself. I have no idea what plans Neil has for me, but I am desperate to find out – desperate enough to