6. Six
Six
Sabrina
Sandwiched between Ghost and Flame, I swear my body has caught fire. The wetness between my legs is a futile attempt to douse the flames. What is happening? And the way Ruckus is watching, extra hot! His eyes, usually so kind, now burn with an intensity that ignites something inside of me.
Ghost leans to the opposite ear, his breath hot on my skin. “We have all night, Sabrina. The blizzard isn’t letting us go anywhere. How about those full-body caresses? A massage?”
“I’d like that, but I’ll need help with the zipper.” I motion over my shoulder.
“Leave your clothes on.” He guides me to the bed.
What? My feet drag. “Is this a stepwise thing? Massage with clothes on, then get naked?”
Ghost nods toward the window. Ty. Flame excuses himself and leaves the room. My hands get clammy until he turns the opposite direction from where Ty is. I thought he was going to start something.
The icky feeling takes up residence in my stomach. “Oh, does that mean we’re not going to… um… you know… finish the checklist? The contract?”
Ruckus says, “I can’t imagine Ty will let us get out of here without upholding the contract.”
I’m confused. “You think he’d force the issue of us having sex?”
Ghost says, “You can’t think rationally when dealing with people like him. He wants to be in control—whatever twisted form it takes.”
Flame returns. “I talked to Laz. He’d like to help, but without formal charges brought against Tyson, he agrees that taking any action could trigger him. Right now it might be best to let Ty think he’s getting the best of us and ignore him. But Laz will offer up a few distractions.”
“Two of us could block Ty’s view, see if he’ll get bored and move on,” Ruckus says.
Flame’s quick to take action, guiding me to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of me, and seductively removing my shoes. His fingers trailing up my calves, initiating the massage.
My muscles melt under his touch. How tense was I? Since I’ve never had a massage, I’m guessing twenty years of built-up tension.
Ruckus and Ghost shield me from Ty’s view, their broad shoulders and thick thighs creating a wall of muscle.
“Are you okay with this?” Ruckus asks.
My eyes meet his and I nod. The room has become a cocoon of safety. And maybe, I’m overeager to find out how relaxing a full massage will be.
“How far do you want to go?” Ghost’s eyes are pinned on Flame’s hands working my thighs.
His fingers dig into the tops of my thighs, kneading the muscles into surrender. But his thumbs dip onto my inner thighs and the contrast is insane. Each inch higher that he moves increases my need to burn through the checklist.
“Dress on or off? Stop with the massage, see if Peeping Tom gets bored. Or go all the way in the name of Spite Sex. It’s up to you.” Flame looks up at me.
Spite Sex. Why does that turn me on? I should probably work up to that. But it liberates me to be okay with not being totally reserved. If Ty’s not actually interested in me, not even in the sex—it’s about his power over us—it doesn’t feel as weird to go ahead and enjoy myself.
I’ll hope that since my stepbrothers are willing, I’m not a crazy social deviant for enjoying this.
“Massage yes, dress no, and we go from there.”
Flame slowly unzips my dress and pulls it off, leaving me in my panties and bra. The freedom is exhilarating. I’ve never been shy about my body, my bathing suits are always bikinis, but having eyes on me in my bra and panties… with the promise of sex… is an entirely different experience.
He eases me higher onto the bed, positioning me on my belly, and starts the caresses, his hands warm and confident.
Ruckus and Ghost join us, providing their wall of blockage between my body and the observation window. I’d be more disappointed if the primary reason wasn’t to block Ty’s view.
Ha! Let him think he’s controlling us. This has been my number-one fantasy.
Having all of their hands on me ignites a wild streak, almost enough to make me not worry about lists, like Jasmine had said an orgasm might do.
I can’t stop thinking about the two remaining items on the list while their hands find and release every ounce of tension while they find and trigger every erogenous zone. I’m making a list of places I had no idea would turn me on: ears, hands, backs of knees—
The massage stops, drawing me from my thoughts, and before I realize what’s happening, they’ve coordinated flipping me onto my back.
I’m a pulsing mess of need as I watch the three of them, their faces etched with desire, hands exploring my body like I’m their latest case and they’re determined to find every piece of evidence.
Flame’s touch is confident, bordering on cocky, his fingers trailing fire along my collarbone. Ghost, ever the protector, is gentle, almost reverent, as his large hands linger on my belly, his fingers tracing circles that make my muscles quiver. And sweet Ruckus’ touch is comforting yet firm, massaging my breasts through my bra with a tenderness that belies his strength.
My nerves alight with every sensation. I want more. I want their hands everywhere, I want to be taken, claimed. But they avoid the one place I need them most. Their fingers skirt the edge of my panties, teasing the sensitive skin along the lace but never dipping in. It’s maddening. It’s delicious. It’s not enough.
“Please,” I whisper, arching into Ghost’s touch. His eyes flick up to mine, hesitation in their blue depths.
“Patience, Sabrina,” Flame murmurs, leaning down to lick along my collarbone, nipping at my neck, then kissing his way onto my lips. His hand skims down my side, over my hip, and I hold my breath, waiting, hoping as he tucks his fingers into the elastic of my panties. “We have all night.”
I groan in frustration, and Ruckus chuckles, his breath warm on my chest as he nuzzles his face between my breasts. “Why rush when we can make sure you enjoy every minute of tonight?”
I’m about to combust, and they’re talking about taking their time. I squirm, trying to direct their hands, but Ruckus and Flame each take one of my hands and pin it to the mattress.
Add that to the list of things I never imagined enjoying.
I whimper and surrender. Their touches become firmer, more insistent, yet they continue their exquisite torture of avoidance. I’m not sure how much more I can take.
I’m going to learn a lot from them.
The sense of desperation created by the restraint is insane. I see in their eyes that they’re feeling it too. Ghost’s blue eyes are darker. Flame’s hazel eyes spark with excitement. And Ruckus’ warm brown eyes are filled with a hunger I’ve never seen.
“He’s still here.” Ghost’s caution pulls me from whatever that space was I’d gotten lost in.
“Let’s call it a night, get some sleep. See if he’ll leave,” Ruckus proposes.
“I don’t care. I want to have sex.” It occurs to me at this point that they’re still clothed.
“There are so many other things that should be on your list before that.”
“Like what?”
Ruckus repositions to lay beside me, knocking Ghost backward. He props himself up on an elbow, wraps a thick leg over mine, and gently traces my hairline with his free hand. “You could fall asleep while I hold you.”
Flame stretches out on the other side of me. “And if you’re a good girl, we’ll show you all the different ways we can give you orgasms, working up to actual sex.”
A good girl? That’s me, all right, but when Flame says it, the meaning hits differently.
Ruckus adds, “Can’t think of a better way to ride out the blizzard than with you in my arms.”
Does he mean that? My stomach feels weird for different reasons now.
“And for us to figure out how to get that prick outta here.”
Safely smooshed between two of my stepbrothers, I glance at Ghost. He says, “It’ll give you a chance to make sure you really want to go through with this.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can back out. You can ditch the whole auction. Right?”
That’s not what he wants, is it? It’s not what I want. “But the charity. They wouldn’t get the donation.”
“They’re getting a hefty sum regardless of your decision. I suppose we could donate anyway.”
“No. I couldn’t ask that. And I won’t go back on my word just because Ty’s a creeper.”
Flame chuckles. “I like this side of you.”
“Me too,” I say, shocked by the things I’m learning about myself. It’s time I stop thinking of sex as something so precious that needs to be preserved.
But I am going to wait and see if Ty will leave. I close my eyes and wonder if any of us will be able to fall asleep. It was my go-to activity for long car rides to pass the time. Hopefully, it will get me to morning faster.