“Why are guys always like this with me?” I demand. “I’m nineteen. I’m too old for you to treat me like a child.”

Derek’s appreciative gaze sweeps over me. “Oh, we definitely know you’re not a child, Tammy. You’re all woman for sure.”

I blush, secretly pleased by his comment. Lately I’ve had some really inappropriate feelings toward all three of them. Sometimes, the way they look at me suggests they share some of those inappropriate feelings too.

“Thanks for noticing, but that still doesn’t answer my question.” I sigh. “Why do you guys always have a problem with the boys I like?”

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re jealous,” Derek says in a possessive voice. “You’ve always been ours since the day we found you.”

Matt steps closer. “Which is why we can’t stand seeing you with another guy. We don’t like to share.”

Jacob moves closer too. “Unless it’s between us three.”

Matt and Jacob are on either side of me while Derek stands in front of me. They’re all smiling, a gleam in their eyes that make my stomach tighten in naughty anticipation.

My eyes wide, my heart starts racing. My voice comes out soft when I speak.

“What do you mean?”

Matt presses his mouth close to my ear, his voice a low growl.

“I think you know exactly what we mean, baby.”

Matt stresses his point by sliding his free hand under my top. My skin tingles as his fingers slowly skim my stomach. Then his big hand cups and squeezes my breast.