Chapter 31
POLANCO
Adria looked over the three men who knelt at her feet. There was so much more she had planned to discuss, but seeing them like this. Her stomach, which just recently had been doing its best to somersault out of her mouth, was now clenching at the sight.
Their words wrapped around her like a warm embrace.
They wanted to be hers.
The energy in the room was heavy with desire. Adria watched as their hands flexed at their sides.
They weren’t used to not having what they wanted, when they wanted it.
Well, if they were going to be with her, they were going to get used to delayed gratification.
She sat cross-legged in front of them, saying, “Such good boys we are being today.”
The three of them continued to gaze at the floor. Adria felt the arousal filling the room.
There would be time for a push and pull, but right now they were making a statement. Giving her the gift of their submission was paramount to telling her all of the things people like them had trouble saying.
Adria didn’t want to waste their gift, but she also knew that they needed some room to breathe.
“Look at me,” she commanded. Three pairs of eyes snapped up.
She let the silence settle for a heartbeat before she spoke again.
“I know you want to play, but everything’s happening so fast. Under normal circumstances, we’d take our time getting to know each other.
” She paused, letting that sink in. “So, I want to introduce a little game I use with new submissives: Truth or Share.”
Kaydon’s brow flickered in surprise, and Bryson’s shoulders stiffened. Only Seth offered a cautious nod. “I’m game,” he said.
Adria’s heart fluttered—her usual confidence feeling oddly fragile. She forced herself to smile. “And my other two good boys?”
After a breathless moment, they both inclined their heads.
“Great. Rules are simple: we take turns choosing Truth or Share. If you pick Truth, you answer a direct question honestly. If you pick Share, you reveal something genuine and deep. Answer well, and you earn a reward—a kiss or a piece of clothing.”
Her own pulse quickened at the promise of it. She’d run this game dozens of times, but never with her heart so exposed.
“Seth, why don’t you go first,” Adria said.
Seth blinked in surprise, then realization washed over him. His smile wavered as he remembered he had to ask the question.
“Kaydon, Truth or Share?” Seth asked.
Kaydon shifted and met Seth’s gaze. Adria felt her chest tighten as the four of them moved, forming a circle with their bodies. “Truth,” Kaydon said.
Seth inhaled. “What’s one thing you wish you could change?”
Adria braced herself, expecting Kaydon to deflect—maybe crack a joke.
Instead, without hesitation, he whispered, “I wish I hadn’t hidden in that closet.”
Adria’s heart skipped, and she felt instant tears threatening to fall. Kaydon was talking about the night his parents were killed. Bryson grabbed Kaydon’s hand. “I don’t; if you hadn’t hidden in that closet, you would be dead.”
Kaydon looked to the side, avoiding their gazes. “Maybe, but now it’s just another failure on my ever-growing list.”
Adria placed her palms on the floor, drawing everyone’s attention.
Crawling to Kaydon, she pressed her lips against his. Warmth spreading between them. When she broke away, she grabbed his chin, looking deep into his autumn eyes. “Thank you for sharing.”
Kaydon blushed.
“Okay, Kaydon’s turn,” Adria said.
Kaydon’s hand brushed Bryson’s. “Bryson, Truth or Share?”
Adria knew Bryson’s answer before he said it.
“Share.”
Kaydon adjusted his position, moving to sit on his calves and rest on his heels.
Bryson’s voice was pained. “I can’t talk about what everyone wants me to. And I can’t think of much Seth and Kaydon don’t know. But just give me a sec.”
Adria inclined her head. “Take your time.”
They sat in companionable silence, with only the distant crash of ocean waves beyond the window. Eventually, Bryson swallowed. “My first kill was when I was nine.”
He glanced at Kaydon. “I don’t think you knew that, did you?”
Kaydon shook his head.
“I told Regan I enjoyed it—because that’s what he wanted to hear. The truth is, I threw up everywhere. Some of these scars…” He traced the faint lines on his back, indicating the belt marks that marred his skin.
“Jesus, Bryce,” Seth whispered.
Bryson shrugged. “Yep.”
Adria rose and knelt beside him, remembering the soft press of their lips from last night. This time, she was more forceful, parting his lips with her tongue, tasting him. When she drew back, his smirk was tender. “I was hoping that confession would earn me this off,” he teased, tugging at her top.
She narrowed her eyes, though her pulse hammered. “Behave.”
He laughed, leaning back on his hands. “Adria, Truth or Share?”
Adria knew he expected her to pick share, being almost as private as he was. But she decided to walk the plank and said, “Truth.”
Bryson’s eyebrows rose just a fraction, but he recovered quickly. “If you could have any superpower, what would it be?”
Seth and Kaydon chuckled, and Adria felt the lightness in her chest shift. She could offer a flippant answer—but that would betray the moment.
Betray the game.
She closed her eyes for a breath and said, “Invisibility.”
“That’s the last thing I expected,” Kaydon said softly. “You’re always so…so put together.”
Adria folded her arms around her legs. “That’s just it. I’m always ‘on.’ With eyes watching, waiting for me to slip up. Sometimes I just want to vanish for a while.”
Her confession hung between them. She met Bryson’s gaze, and in his dark eyes she saw understanding—and something more. On impulse, she swept her shirt over her head. Bryson whistled, and Adria grinned, feeling both exposed and exhilarated. “That was a good question, Mr. Winters.”
“Seth, Truth or Share?” she prompted.
“Truth,” he said without hesitation.
“What do you want out of life?”
Seth closed his eyes in thought, then let them open again, steady.
“I wanted to say I already have it, but…that feels cringey.” He shifted into a cross-legged pose.
“Being with Kaydon and Bryce makes me feel part of something real—like a family that sees me. I want more of that. I want to trust that I won’t be abandoned again. ”
His voice softened. “And I want to feel safe enough to be vulnerable—to share my fears and dreams without hiding.”
Seth threw his arm over his face and fell back dramatically. “God. I guess that’s just as cheesy.”
Adria’s chest swelled with warmth and hope. What had started as a game had transformed into a promise—that they would learn each other piece by piece, truth by truth, building something that felt remarkably like home.
As the morning deepened, questions flowed more freely, each revelation rewarded with a kiss or discarded garment. By midday, secrets surrounded her like her fallen clothes on the floor, and the four of them breathed easily together.
When the sexual tension peaked, Adria stood and gave each of them a lingering kiss.
“I’m going to shower,” she said, voice rough.
“I’ll join you,” Kaydon said, jumping to his feet.
Adria glanced at Bryson. He was still healing. She wanted to be with all of them. But it needed to be right.
She pressed her palm against Kaydon’s chest, feeling his heartbeat race beneath her fingers. “Easy there, big guy. We have time for all that. Today was about a different kind of intimacy.”
The three looked disappointed but didn’t argue.
Adria closed the bathroom door behind her, savoring their hungry gazes until the last moment—knowing that what they’d built would outlast any physical pleasure. For the first time in years, Adria felt truly seen.