Roommates Box Set #4-6

26. Alyssa

26

ALYSSA

Wow. Raphael, Spencer, and Flynn cleaned up good. Very good. All through our meal, I kept sneaking peeks at them. Spencer had gone with a classic black suit. It was likely one he wore to work somedays, but he’d put it over a steel-gray, silky back button-down and a dark tie. The entire effect made him look sexy but unfamiliar, like some high-end male model. It made me want to nibble on him instead of the food Raphael had picked up from an Italian restaurant in town.

Raphael looked good enough to eat, too. His suit was in a medium gray, also paired with a dark shirt and tie. He’d fixed his hair differently, also. I couldn’t quite put my finger on how it was different, but I sure as hell wanted to run my fingers through it—and all over him. Especially now, as he expertly wielded his fork to twirl his pasta. I was having so much fun watching the guys that I kept forgetting to eat my own food.

Plus, my stomach was doing nervous flip-flops about what might happen after dinner.

Of the three of them, Flynn looked the most unlike his usual self. He smelled different, too. He’d shaved and had on actual cologne. It was something primal and spicy—kind of like him. He had on a black blazer over a black t-shirt, skin-tight jeans, and work boots. His outfit wasn’t as fancy as the others’, but the overall effect was hot as hell.

I was still having a little trouble believing that all three of these incredible men wanted me tonight. It was hard to wrap my head around. But the looks they gave me, and the random touches, told me it was true.

I felt like the luckiest woman in the world, even considering I’d been hit by a car two weeks ago.

I wasn’t sure if my outfit was fancy enough to be seen with three hot-as-sin men, but then again, no one was supposed to see us. The twins were gone. Nana was still recuperating in the assisted living center. It was just us.

Besides, in the candlelight, I thought I saw more than one hungry glance my way. I’d put on my favorite of the new dresses I’d bought. It was a deep blue that I hoped brought out the hue of my eyes. Yesterday, I’d begged Raphael to go back to my apartment, and now I had my favorite jewelry dangling from my ears, fingers, and neck. I’d done my makeup very carefully and even shaved my legs—well, just the good leg. It had been a difficult and painful process, but now I was glad I had.

“You’re not eating,” Spencer said.

“Surely you’re not going to claim that the Alfredo sauce has too much Cajun heat?” Raphael teased, and I smiled. It was delicious—but my attention was split between the gorgeous men down here and the king-sized bed upstairs.

“It’s good. I’m just…”

“Nervous?” Spencer suggested.

“Excited?” Raphael asked.

“Overwhelmed by the hot dudes in their fancy duds?” Flynn added.

My lips curved into a smile. “All of the above.”

After dinner, we sipped wine in the cool night air. As the breeze swept over my skin, it felt like a preview of what was to come, except that soon, instead of cool air, it would be warm hands on me.

Tension grew between us, and I knew the moment I’d been thinking of for forty-eight hours straight would soon be here. But then I took another sip of my wine and forced myself to relax. There were three men here, all older and more experienced than me. It was true this was a new situation for all of us, but the desire in their eyes told me that they had a plan.

I couldn’t wait to discover what it was.

Finally, as if by an unspoken signal, they got up. Raphael assured me he’d only put the food away before he joined me. The dishes could stay out here until next year, as far as I was concerned.

Flynn stopped me when I reached for my crutches. “You won’t need those for the rest of the night.” When I protested, he simply took me into his arms and picked me up. With his mouth close to my ear, he said, “I haven’t had the chance to carry you as often as the others have.” He bit gently on my earlobe, and delicious chills that had nothing to do with the night air filled me. “I already told them that I’m the one who gets to carry you upstairs and lay you down on the bed.”

“I can’t wait,” I whispered back.

To my utter shock, someone turned on some music, and Flynn glided me around the room as the other two put away the food. “You dance?” I said to Flynn, unable to hide my surprise.

“With you I do.” He whirled me around, and I put my good foot on top of the toe of his shoe. That gave me a little support but left my plaster-covered leg just off the ground.

I squealed when Flynn moved faster. Raphael and Spencer watched us as we did a kind of waltz around the living room.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” Raphael called. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or my dance partner, but it made me grin, either way.

“You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it,” Flynn growled. He kind of had a point. The two of them had spent well over a week carrying me from point A to point B. Neither of them had ever twirled me around in the process.

“Flynn?” I looked into his piercing brown eyes, and the passion in them nearly overwhelmed me. Instead of listening to what I wanted to tell him, he bent his head and pressed his mouth against mine. His strong arms held me close against him, and I could feel his erection pushing against my stomach.

My excitement level shot off the charts. This man was hot as hell, and so were the other two. How did any woman handle all that erotic potential without melting into a puddle of desire?

But I didn’t let myself get too overwhelmed with the sensations because as incredible as this felt, I knew it would be even better upstairs. Reluctantly, I pulled away from Flynn’s incredible kiss. “Can you take me to the bedroom?” I asked him.

“Fuck yeah.”

He started for the stairs, and I couldn’t help my breathy little laugh. “No, my bedroom. I want to change before we go up there.”

“Why? You look incredible. Good enough to eat.” He demonstrated that by nibbling on my neck.

“Please? I have something special I want to wear for you.”

Spencer happened to pass by at that moment, and he exchanged a smirk with his brother. “Don’t expect to be wearing it for long,” he told me.

Holy shit, these men were hot. And tonight they were all mine. Or I was theirs—somehow that sounded even better, because I couldn’t wait to see what they were going to do with me upstairs.

Flynn grumbled, but he carried me to the bedroom as asked. He wanted to stay and watch me change, but I shooed him out. He wouldn’t budge until I promised him that after I changed, he’d like what he’d see—and if he didn’t, he could take it off of me.

“That part is going to happen either way.” The accompanying wink made my panties dampen.

The whole time I was changing—which was never a quick process in my current condition—I wondered about how the men would treat me. How they might touch me. By the time I had on the silky teddy, robe, and tiny panties Sierra had sent, I was ready to spontaneously combust. Seriously, it probably would’ve only taken a single finger from one of the men stroking down my side and I would’ve come.

Tonight there would be thirty fingers touching me. I could barely even process that. It sounded so damn good.

“Flynn?” I called. “I’m ready.” I’d deliberately left the light on in the bathroom. I was wearing this outfit for my men, and I wanted them to see me in it. Sure, I wished the cast weren’t part of the ensemble, and nervous butterflies bounced around in my stomach, but it was time to go big or go home. And with the chance to be with these three on the line, no way was I going home.

In fact, it sort of felt like I already was home. That shouldn’t be possible after only knowing them and the kids for two short weeks, but I couldn’t deny the feeling.

Flynn appeared in the bedroom and gave a low whistle of admiration. He wasn’t alone, either. “You’re beautiful, cher,” Raphael said in a quiet but sincere voice.

“You look like a goddess, Lyss,” Spencer added.

Flynn frowned as he looked me over. “You’ve obviously got these two wrapped around your pretty little finger. One calls you cher , the other calls you Lyss … what should I call you?”

Heat rose to my cheeks as I gave him a completely true answer. “Tonight, you can call me anything you want.”

His eyes glittered as he smirked at me. I already knew from the treehouse how assertive and demanding he could be, and I wanted more of that. He strode to my side and put his hands around my waist, his long fingers nearly circling it. The power in his hands and the bulge of his biceps made me literally weak at the knees, but there was no way he was going to let me fall.

This time, he cradled me against his chest with one arm under my back and the other under my thighs. We passed by the other two on the way to the stairs. “Go sideways because of her leg,” Spencer cautioned, but Flynn just shook his head.

“I’ve got this,” he grunted. Then his eyes met mine. “I’ve got you.”

“Good,” I responded. “Now what are you going to do with me?”

“So many things.” His low voice was full of erotic promise.

Raphael stepped past us at the top of the stairs. Once in Spencer’s bedroom, he lit some candles that were placed around the room. A sweet scent hit my nose and I spotted a bouquet of roses on Spencer’s dresser.

I reached for them, and Flynn dutifully carried me over there, allowing me to stroke a finger over the gorgeous flowers.

Spencer came up behind us. “Is it nicer to get flowers for being desired rather than being injured?” he asked softly.

“Hell, yes.”

And then it finally happened. Flynn carried me to Spencer’s huge bed and carefully laid me in the middle. Three pairs of eyes watched as I smoothed down the teddy—what little there was of it.

I could almost feel the weight of their eyes on my skin, and I shivered in anticipation. Their admiration made me feel beautiful—I just wished I didn’t have this ugly cast on.

Then Raphael was there, and as always, he knew exactly what I needed. He covered my cast with a pretty, cream-colored shawl. I smiled at him while I reached down and touched the soft fabric. “That’s gorgeous. Is it new?”

He nodded. “I thought it would look good with your new lingerie if you chose to wear it.” Then he bent down and gave me a long, lingering kiss. “I’m so glad you chose to wear it,” he whispered before straightening up.

Excitement flooded my system, even though I wasn’t quite sure how we’d start. “So what next?” I asked them as they hovered around the bed. Spencer had left the light on in the bathroom, but closed the door partway. It allowed enough light to see them by, while still letting the romance of the candles and flowers do their thing.

Spencer smiled. “Well, once we have our fill of looking at you, I think it’s time we give you something to look at, too.” He undid the button on his suit coat, and I smiled back.

Next to him, Raphael raised his eyebrow. “I’m not sure I’ll ever have my fill.”

“Too bad,” Flynn said. He shed his blazer and then pulled his t-shirt up and over his head in one movement.

The sight of one bare, chiseled chest made me squirm on the bed, and I was eager for more.

Spencer and Raphael followed his lead, taking off their jackets and then unbuttoning their shirts. There were so many gorgeous males to drool over that I wished they’d go one at a time, but that probably would’ve made them self-conscious. I heard Spencer mutter, “Remember, we focus on her,” and I bit back a smile. Hopefully soon, we’d all be so into it that no one would be self-conscious.

Flynn didn’t wait until he was all the way undressed to make his move. His shirt was off, and he’d undone the button on his jeans, tugging the zipper down halfway. As he climbed onto the bed, I could see exactly how much his erection strained the tight jeans.

“Watch her leg,” Raphael hissed, but I trusted Flynn. Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t exactly be gentle, but he’d never hurt me.

He hovered over me on my right side and then smashed his mouth against mine. I moaned as I arched my back, rising up to meet him as best as I could. He wasted no time slipping his hand up under my short teddy and cupping my breast.

Oh, god. His fingers were hard and callused. Shivers flew along my spine, and my nipple hardened even before his index finger and thumb closed around it. The sound of my pleasure filled the room.

“I love the way you moan,” Raphael said as he watched us.

As if spurred by Flynn’s example, the other two shed their clothes faster. Then Raphael was on my other side, and there were two separate men’s hands on my breasts. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever imagined. The hands felt different, and they caressed me with different levels of intensity and speed. My hips ground against the mattress as I moaned against Flynn’s mouth.

“Easy,” Spencer said, climbing onto the bed and putting his hand on my cast. But there was somewhere else I wanted his hand, and I bent my good leg, pointing my toe and sliding my bare foot up and down the cool sheets. “Okay,” he said with a sexy chuckle as he took the hint and stroked my bare thigh.

Oh, god. This was the moment I’d been anticipating for weeks. Months, even. It had been something I’d been curious about ever since I met Kylie and learned what kind of relationship she had with Mason and his friends. I’d always wondered what it would feel like to have so many hands on me, and now I knew.

It felt amazing .

Flynn leaned on his elbow so that he could plunge his free hand into my hair. He fisted it, using it to angle my mouth so he could deepen our kiss.

Spencer seemed to be using both of his large hands to stroke and squeeze my thigh, getting closer and closer to my core each time.

And Raphael—well, I didn’t even know where his other hand was, but it felt so damn amazing that I trusted he was putting it to good use.

I moaned again and rolled my hips. It was the only way I could handle the onslaught of pleasure.

“Stay still,” Spencer scolded, his grip firm on my thigh. “That’s your only job tonight.”

My back arched and I threw back my head as Flynn moved his talented lips to my neck. “Then what are your jobs?”

“To make you squirm,” Flynn growled, and my laugh turned into a squeal as he pinched my nipple.

“God, I could listen to you all night,” Raphael said.

“Fine, you do that,” Flynn said in his gruff voice. “But I’m going to make her come.” Then he locked eyes with his brother. “Well, we are.”

As if they’d rehearsed this, they worked in tandem. Flynn tugged the spaghetti strap of my teddy down my arm, baring my breast. He attacked it with his mouth at the same time Spencer’s hand slid up the inside of my thigh. Unconsciously, I spread my good leg wider, giving him access.

My shriek filled the air as Raphael caught my other nipple between his lips at the same time Spencer pushed my damp panties against my slit. God, if their timing was this good already, I’d be in a coma by the end of the night.

Then Flynn took things to a new level. He grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the mattress next to my head. He wasn’t gentle and I didn’t want him to be. Raphael followed his lead, and the feeling of being pinned down while these three hot men touched me however they wanted to almost pushed me over the edge.

Then Spencer’s long finger slipped past my panties and pushed inside of me, and I didn’t have a chance. His thumb brushed over my clit and within seconds, I was trembling on the precipice. Tension skyrocketed inside me, and my limbs trembled with the sensation.

Spencer immediately put his hand on my cast to keep it still, but he didn’t stop working his long finger in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit.

God, this was the most delicious torment ever. Two men sucked on my breasts. One man stroked my clit and pushed his finger inside of me.

My wrists were pinned and there wasn’t anything I could do except absorb the pleasure as best I could.

My breathing quickened and my head shook from side to side. I wanted to brace myself against the power of the coming orgasm, but there was nothing I could do. I was completely helpless and at their mercy.

And they Just. Didn’t. Stop.

I screamed as I came and nearly bucked Flynn and Raphael right off of me. But they scrambled to hold me down so I wouldn’t reinjure my leg as a shuddery orgasm tore through me.

God, the pleasure just kept coming. It radiated out from my core and made every cell in my body vibrate. “It’s too much,” I moaned, half meaning it and half not.

Flynn sat up after one final tug on my nipple. “Better get used to it.”

At the moment, it was hard to get used to breathing. The tension had fled my body, but aftershocks still rocked me, and I couldn’t catch my breath.

Wow, if that was just the start, what would the rest be like?

It just might kill me, but I decided it would be a pretty amazing way to go.