4. Laney
I have to hold still or the food will topple from my body and end up all over the sheets.
My legs are spread, and Reed places chocolate sauce on my clit and then ducks his head to suck it off. It takes every ounce of self-control not to arch and buck, especially when Cade sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and then lightly bites.
I can safely say I’ve never experienced anything so decadent.
I love that they still want me, that—in their eyes, at least—I’m not so damaged and broken as to not be desired.
I push the memory of Cade’s reaction to the news of my assault out of my head.
It wars within me—the desperate need for him, and the fear of him hurting me.
I can’t afford to let anyone else hurt me right now.
I don’t know if I’m strong enough to take it.
When they’ve finished with the food, Reed pops the champagne.
“Spread those thighs, baby-girl,” he says. “I want to drink this from the finest vessel there is.”
Reed climbs back between my legs, and dribbles champagne over my pussy. It’s ice cold and fizzy, and a total contrast to the hot, smooth tongue that laps it away.
I’m building higher and higher, teased to the brink. Though they promised me two orgasms before the food even arrived, what they’ve done instead is bring me to the edge, over and over. Now I’m squirming with desperation to come.
“I want you to fuck me, please,” I beg. “Fill me up. Stretch me.”
“How about we play a game?” Cade suggests.
“What kind of a game?” I’m not sure I have enough patience for another game.
“Think you can tell which of our cocks is fucking you?”
I repress a smile. “Oh, that kind of game.”
If it means getting fucked by all three of them, I’m all in.
He picks up a large white napkin and wraps it around my head, covering my eyes. He ties it at the back. “On all fours. We’re going to take turns.”
I do as he says, my knees planted wide. I sense them behind me, Reed and Cade most likely focusing on my exposed, swollen pussy. In the darkness of the blindfold, it occurs to me that this must be what sex feels like to Darius.
The weight of someone behind me dips the bed.
A cock eases inside of me, pumps into me once, and then pulls out.
“You’re a tease,” I gasp, though I’m not sure I know who I’m talking to.
Then pressure at my pussy again, and I’m stretching as a second dick enters me. I let out a whimper. “Oh, fuck.”
This time, whoever is inside me takes it super slow. He pushes in deep and holds himself there, while rocking his hips slightly. My pussy clenches around the mystery cock. Who does it belong to? It must be either Dax or Reed, as I’m sure I’d feel the cold metal of Cade’s piercing.
Cock number two pulls out, too.
The moment the third cock presses against my pussy, I can tell it’s Cade.
I was right about feeling the piercing. But I’m enjoying myself far too much to spoil the game now.
There’s something filthy and wanton about me being on my hands and knees while three men take me in turns.
All I think about is how each one feels inside me, the way they make my toes curl and my eyes slip shut with pleasure.
He pulls out again, leaving me empty and desperate to be filled.
Suddenly, an image jumps into my head. It’s no longer Reed, Cade, and Dax behind me, but Smith and his men.
The idea that they’ve done something to the guys, and it’s them who’ve been taking turns penetrating me fills my mind.
Though I know such a thing is impossible, it fills me with terror, and I lunge away, yanking the blindfold from my eyes.
Reed reaches for me. “Laney, what’s wrong?”
I jerk away. “I’m sorry—”
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.”
“No, I just—”
I can’t even bring myself to form the words properly. To my horror, I realize I’m crying.
I’ve ruined the moment.
“It was too much,” Cade says. “Fuck. I’m the one who’s sorry. I should never have suggested it.”
“It’s not your fault. None of it’s your fault.”
I’m going to leave them with blue balls, but I can’t go back to what we were doing. I pick up the sheet and wrap it around my body. I’m shaking all over. Fuck, that was horrible. It was like being propelled back in time.
“It’s okay, Laney,” Darius says, putting himself away, though it’s a struggle with his hard-on. “None of us are ever going to make you do anything you don’t want to. You’re safe with us. Always.”
I sniff and nod. “I know. I love you.”
He pulls me in for a hug and kisses the top of my head. “We could all use some sleep, anyway.”
I’m pretty sure he’s going to go back to his room and jerk off, but I seriously can’t blame him.
“There’ll always be another time,” Cade says.
“I’m sorry I ruined your game.”
“Don’t be silly.” He kisses my mouth. “We love you, no matter what.”
The two of them leave the room and go back to their own suites. I curl up on my side on the bed, the sheet covering my body.
“Can I hold you?” Reed asks.
“Yes, please,” I reply.
He fits his body into the back of mine, the sheet a barrier between us. His arm is a reassuring weight across my waist.
“Do you think we’d have ended up together if the plane hadn’t crashed?” I ask.
“I don’t know how to answer that. I can’t predict the future…or not future, but an alternate future.”
What I want him to say is that of course we would—that we’re destined to be together, and he’d have seen and recognized that in me the first moment he saw me.
I can’t picture my future at the moment. What’s going to become of me?
I’m more lost now than I was in the wilderness.
I don’t want them to see that side of me. The side that’s pulling me down, that’s dragging me into darkness, and whispering sweet nothings to encourage me to stay there. I want them to get on with their lives, to not have to worry about me. I don’t want to be a burden.
I can feel myself starting to doze and jerk myself out of it.
“I should go back to my room,” I tell him.
I don’t want to accidentally fall asleep and have the maid or someone else walk in and catch me here. I reach for my clothes and pull them on.
“Laney, wait.” Reed cups my face in his hands. “Are you going to be okay on your own?”
I force a smile. “Of course. I’m a big girl now.”
“You can pick up the phone and dial this room any time you need me, okay?”
The only time we’ve slept apart since the night before we got on the plane was in the hospital. We’ve always bundled ourselves into the same room. But now with people with smart phones everywhere, it feels unsafe, like we’re constantly being spied on.
I offer him a half smile. “Are you sure you’re worried about me being on my own, or is it actually that you’ll miss me?”
“I will miss you,” he says. “The second you walk out of that door, I’ll fucking miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too,” I admit.
He walks me to the door and opens it. As I slip out, he goes to kiss me goodbye, but I’m aware we’re in a public corridor, and I yank out of his grip.
He frowns. “Try not to be too paranoid, Laney.”
“You were the one who told me off for touching your knee back at the loggers’ cabin,” I remind him.
I’m still smarting from his rebuke, though I understand the reason behind it. It felt like rejection, and I know I’m insanely sensitive right now, but I can’t help it.
“There were others around then. There’s no one here but us right now.” He gestures down the empty hotel corridor.
“You don’t know if there are security cameras,” I point out. “Or maybe a member of the paparazzi is hiding somewhere nearby waiting to snap a photo.”
He sighs. “Okay, Laney. Point made. I’m sorry.”
I appreciate his apology, but I’m still hurt, and, no matter what he says, paranoid.
I slip away, hoping no one has seen me leaving the room.
It doesn’t matter that he’s still my stepfather, that we’re allowed to spend time together, especially after what we’ve all been through.
I can’t even look at them without feeling as though everyone knows exactly how our relationship changed over the course of the past month.