Chapter 19
Nineteen
DARCIE
Sighing in bliss, I stretched out across the massive bed. The guys had found a hotel with all the bells and whistles a few hours north. I hadn’t been this pampered in my entire life. I wore nothing but a fluffy robe, and I wasn’t sure anything this soft had ever touched my skin.
Earlier, Grayson and I had indulged in a spa treatment. My whole body had been exfoliated, buffed, and waxed. Hadn’t been a fan of the wax, but it was effective. After that, he’d treated me to manis and pedis, and then a magician had turned my frizzy hair into silky goodness.
We’d even convinced the guys to get massages with us, and I didn’t know who had been more excited—Grayson or Maddox. By the end, we were all fans of our masseuses.
The day had been exactly what I’d needed: staying in one place, lots of pampering, and no agenda. The only thing I was responsible for was whether I wanted dessert first or after dinner.
The answer was always both.
“Oh no,” Bubba groaned.
“What?” I sat up in a panic, my relaxation evaporating. “Is it my dad? Becca? The shop?”
“None of that.” He smiled and sat on the bed, my anxiety easing at his easy mood. “You’re becoming like Grayson. That’s all.”
I slapped his shoulder, my hand stinging worse than his shoulder. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. “That’s mean, Waylon. Not the Grayson comment, but making me scared something was wrong.”
He chuckled, not helping the situation. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you.”
My mood instantly perked up. Bubba’s eyes heated, trailing over my bare legs and body wrapped in the fluffy cloud masquerading as a robe.
Standing from the bed, he pulled his shirt over his head with one arm, showcasing his glorious tattoos and hard-earned muscles. He might not be as well defined as the others, but he was pure sex to me.
Leaning up on my elbows, I licked my lips at the strip show. Bubba smirked, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off. Thick thighs covered in red hair and tattoos came into view next. Clad only in boxer briefs, he placed his knees on the mattress and crawled to me.
Fucking crawled to me.
Be still my heart.
Bubba’s grin was devilish by the time he reached me. Whatever he had in store for me, I was all in.
Yanking on my ankle, he pulled me closer to him. My legs parted naturally, and his big body slotted perfectly between. With great care, he pulled the knot holding my robe closed and let it fall open, revealing my body to him.
His gaze burned everywhere he looked. My nipples pebbled, and my breath caught. Arching my back, I encouraged him to take his fill. I loved how he looked at me like I was his perfect dream and worst nightmare rolled into one.
“Fuck, Queen.”
Biting my lip, I dropped my legs open more and put my pussy on display. He gulped and immediately lowered himself to the bed. Tossing my legs over his shoulders, he wasted no time rubbing his beard over my thighs. Tingles broke out, and I panted, wanting— no, needing —more.
“Please,” I begged, not caring. He kept touching, licking, and brushing his beard everywhere but where I wanted.
Bubba looked at me beneath his eyelashes, and I could read the mirth in his eyes a second before he struck. It wasn’t gentle. It was an attack on my nerve endings as he plunged his fingers deep and sucked my clit. Fingers clinging to the bedsheets, my back bowed, and a guttural scream ripped out of my throat.
I was sure my hair was no longer frizz-free and perfect, but with the master class Bubba gave to my pussy, I didn’t care. I’d take frizz any day for a mind-blowing orgasm.
My mind left my body and entered the next stratosphere as he continued his assault. Every part of my body was on high alert, and sensations raced to outdo one another as pleasure after pleasure coursed through me. The coarse hair of his beard was my undoing, and I fell over the edge seconds after he started.
But Bubba was far from done. He licked, sucked, and worked me over until my muscles were even more relaxed than they’d been from the massage. I was a noodle of sensations who’d forgotten how to speak. Only grunts, shouts, and moans made any sense as orgasm after orgasm crashed through me.
Just when I thought I might die from too much pleasure, Bubba stopped and crawled up my body. He kissed every freckle and mark with soft and gentle touches, painting me in his love. When he reached the tattoo, he looked at it reverently, bringing tears to my eyes.
“I love you, Waylon.”
He stopped his kisses and pinned me with his gaze as he swept his thumb over the crown. “I love you, Darcie. There will never be enough days for me to tell you or show you. So I vow to spend every day I do get worshiping your body and cherishing your heart.”
“As long as I get to do the same.”
He smiled. The act was so beautiful that I had to take a moment to soak it in. I traced my fingers over his face and my heart swelled at the love in his eyes. This man. He’d pushed me away so hard in the beginning. I now knew it was because he loved so big that he was scared of suffocating me with it.
But he’d been wrong. No amount of love would ever be too much from any of my guys.
Pushing him flat against the bed, I straddled his hips and pushed the robe the rest of the way off. Running my fingers up his body, I took my turn tracing and kissing his tattoos. I mapped my way across his chest until I got to his pelvis. He sucked in a breath, his eyes heated while I pulled the band of his boxers down.
His cock jutted up, thick and leaking pre-cum. Licking my lips, I wrapped my hand around him and stroked him from tip to base. Bubba’s hips lifted off the bed of their own accord. Liquid heat boiled within at seeing how he responded to my touch. Squeezing tighter at the base, I wrapped my lips around his length and took him as far as I could.
Bubba’s thighs tensed beneath me, and I smiled around him. There was power in bringing your Ginger Viking to a whimpering mess at your touch.
After a few minutes, I pulled off and sucked in a breath. Bubba’s dick was covered in my spit. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I stroked slowly and lowered myself. Bubba’s eyes flew open, and his hands steadied me as his hard length filled me.
“Goddamn, baby. You always feel so good.”
His praise went straight to my clit, and I moaned, rocking my hips in a slow cant as I adjusted to his size. My hands roamed, touching his body as I settled. I loved how masculine he was. I couldn’t decide if I loved the hair covering his broad chest or the tattoos more. My fingers trailed through the curls, traced the intricate designs, and then back again. I was lost in a sea of touching him as I rode his cock.
“Fuck. I’m close. Slow down, baby.”
This time, I was the one who smirked. Gripping his pecs, I tightened my thighs around him and clenched my walls harder. I picked up the pace, watching Bubba as pleasure overtook him. He’d been unrelenting earlier with me, so I wanted to return the favor. With a hard thrust, I took him over the edge. His head tilted back as he moaned, and his hips lifted to hit me deeper. My nails bit into his chest, leaving tiny half-moons.
I fell to his chest in a panting mess. Sweat coated our bodies, and long gone was the relaxing bliss my muscles had experienced as a new sated feeling took its place. I didn’t have to look to know my hair was no longer sleek but a sex-crumpled heap.
I didn’t give one flying fuck.
I’d gladly forgo perfection to be with any of my men. There was nothing that trumped that. Well, outside of being with them all at the same time. That was ultimate bliss.
“How is sex with you always more amazing than the time before?”
I leaned up on my hands, smiling. “Because we’re awesome at sex. Duh.”
Bubba laughed, brushing my sweaty hair behind my ears. “That we are, baby. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’ve changed my life, Darcie.”
“Nah. I just brightened it. Your life was already pretty great.”
“I disagree, but I’ll let it slide.” He smiled, and I loved seeing that expression on his handsome face. “I came in to ask what you wanted to order from room service but got distracted.”
“Hm, I like your distractions.”
“I’m glad. But we both know the others will be in any second now…”
“Oh, good, we can enter,” Grayson said, opening the door and making it obvious he’d been listening. He fell to the bed, right next to our naked bodies without any hesitation. “Looking gorgeous as ever, Sunflower.”
“Thank you, Grayson.” I blew him a kiss, and he caught it. Bubba laughed, his chest rumbling beneath me.
“I’m never getting a moment to myself ever again, am I?”
“Nope,” Grayson and I said together, then laughed.
“Lord help me.”
“You love us,” Grayson said, kicking Bubba’s leg with his foot.
“If you touch me again while I’m naked, that might change.”
“Damn. I missed the show,” Brooks said, walking into the room. “Can we have a code word or something so I know when it’s cool to join?”
“Never,” Bubba growled.
“Sure thang, Cowboy.” I smiled and ignored Bubba. He griped, but he loved it.
“Princess, do you want steak or chicken?” Maddox asked, leaning against the door.
“Both,” Brooks, Grayson, and I said together, then laughed.
“Done. Food will be here in thirty.” Maddox pocketed his phone and joined Brooks on his side of the bed. I sat up, my breasts coming into view, and all four men groaned.
“I’m suddenly hungry for something else,” Grayson teased.
“Fucking hell. Wait until my dick isn’t inside her,” Bubba mumbled, sitting up too.
Grayson ignored Bubba, taking my face between his hands and kissing me. Someone lifted me off and sat me on my robe while Grayson and I made out. At some point, a warm cloth cleaned me below, and then it was a free-for-all as three hot men had me as their appetizer.
When the food arrived, I couldn’t lift my arms to bring my fork to my mouth. My muscles had become jelly. Thankfully, Brooks and Maddox took turns feeding me while we watched a movie, the five of us lounging on the king-size bed in our underwear.
“This is how I want to spend my life,” I said.
“Half dressed? Sign me up!” Grayson cheered.
“That’s part of it, but I mean together. I want us together. Now that my past is behind us, we can move forward. I can figure out what I want to do next, a real profession. We can go on dates. Have lots of sex. Cook dinners. Sit around the firepit. Maybe someday, have a house full of animals and babies… I want it all. With all of you.”
They stared at me, and I worried I’d jumped the gun.
“Fuck. I think Darcie just proposed to us!” Grayson whined.
“Is that bad?” I whispered, tears gathering at the corner of my eyes.
“No, baby,” Bubba quickly said. “We just planned to do it once we were home. You stole our thunder. That’s all.”
“Oh.” My cheeks pinked. “I mean, you still can. I don’t have rings, just my love and commitment.”
“We don’t need anything other than that,” Maddox eagerly said.
“I think the answer she’s looking for is yes,” Brooks said, leaning forward to kiss me. He pulled back and glared at Grayson. “Quit pouting, Pretty Boy.”
“But… I worked so hard on it.”
Bubba nudged me, and I understood. Encouraging my muscles to cooperate, I climbed over Maddox and into Grayson’s lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I stared deep into his eyes.
“Laws, please propose to me when we’re home.”
“Really?” he asked, smiling.
“Yes. I would love it very much to see what you’ve worked on.”
“It’s gonna knock your socks off, Sunflower.”
“I have no doubt. You’re one of a kind, Grayson Lawson.”
“I knew you had great taste.”
The other guys snickered, hitting him with their pillows and ragging him, but he didn’t care.
We spent one more day at the hotel before getting back on the road. But at least this time, we were headed somewhere fun. It had been too long since I’d seen my best friend.