Chapter 5
Eden
This can’t be real. Can it? I can feel all three sets of eyes on me, smell their individual colognes that meld into one of my favorite scents, aware of the tension in them.
Surprisingly, I don’t feel that tension.
I actually feel as if I can breathe for the first time all day.
But why? Is it because deep down this is what I’ve always wanted?
Or is it because I now know I won’t be alone, whereas it’s been at the forefront of my mind since I was confronted with the proof of Scott’s infidelity this morning?
I think in my heart I know that’s not it but I have to be sure.
There’s too much at risk. I love them, I always have, and I can’t live without them.
I would be devastated if I got this wrong.
I’d always dreamed that they would tell me that we would all be together but I never in a million years thought it could be a reality!
It’s straight out of one of my romance books and seems far beyond too good to be true.
With a deep breath I gather myself and do my best to explain to them what I’m feeling.
“This is overwhelming to say the least.” I laugh softly.
“I’m going to be honest, for what seems like forever, this is all I’ve ever wanted.
But I felt like you guys friend zoned me so I pushed on.
Vowed that if I couldn’t have you like that, I wouldn’t lose you as my friends.
” I lean into Gray and take Dimi and Mason’s hands, connecting us all.
“I would never survive losing you, any of you.”
“You wouldn’t.” Mason affirms.
“I hope not. That being said, I-I need time to think about all of this. I don’t want to make a decision that could hurt any of us in the end.”
“There is no end, E. There’s only us. We’ll give you time to catch up if that’s what you need.
” Dimi says, standing. “But I won’t go easy on you and give you space to talk yourself out of what this is, which is inevitable.
” My mouth drops open in shock though I’m not sure why.
This is who he is. It’s what I love about him.
With a finger under my chin he closes my mouth.
“Figure it out, because I’m ready to put a baby in you.
I’m done waiting.” He stalks away, casual as you please, into his office like he didn’t just drop a bomb on me.
Shell shocked, I look at the two men I’m sandwiched between and find them grinning.
Shrugging Gray says, “He’s not wrong. His delivery could use some work but then he wouldn’t be Dimitry. ”
Mason stands, drawing my attention. He bends and places a soft kiss on my lips, a thrill shooting right through me at the gentle touch.
“Relax, get your bearings. We’ll let you know when dinner gets here.
” A little dazed, I just nod my agreement and watch as the two of them amble away to join their brother in the office.
“What the hell just happened?” I ask the now empty room.
* * *
“Figure it out, because I’m ready to put a baby in you.
I’m done waiting.” I heard those words in my dreams, over and over all night.
I woke with my sleep cami around my waist and the sheets twisted between my legs –legs that are sticky from the reaction to those words.
It’s no wonder I feel completely unrested and frustrated.
With a groan I put my clothes to rights and untangle myself before climbing to my feet and heading into the bathroom.
I’m up before my alarm, but that's a good thing since there’s absolutely no way I can go back to bed like this.
Stripped down, I don’t bother with the overhead lights and just turn the one in the massive glass enclosed shower on along with the water, willing it to warm up quickly so that I can put an end to this throbbing.
It doesn’t take long to reach the perfect temperature allowing me to slip under the soothing, rainfall flow.
The moment the water touches my skin, my hands do the same.
One finds its way in between my legs, drawing a low moan from me, the other skating up until I’ve got a tender nipple pinched between my fingers.
The way my body reacts, I know that it won’t take long to get me where I need to be.
With slow circles, I work my fingers around my clit, dipping into my pussy on every third swirl to gather more moisture to spread over the tight bud.
Eyes squeezed tight and head thrown back, I pluck and tease my nipple in time with the way I stroke my clit.
Little whimpers fall from my lips as I let myself call up my favorite fantasy and I imagine the hands on me being theirs.
Roughened and firm, sliding over me, into me.
Again and again, twisting and flicking. My breaths come faster, my hips undulating all on their own.
Picturing Gray on his knees, his fingers working me over, dipping his thumb into me for added friction.
Mason squeezing my tits, massaging them and biting at the peaks until my nipples are tight buds.
I envision Dimitry behind me, his teeth sunk into my shoulder, letting go only to whisper “I’m ready to put a baby in you” as he slides his thick cock in between my ass cheeks, teasing both of my holes as he swipes up and down.
Up. And. Down. My head thumps against the wall as my orgasm rips through me, Dimitry’s name falling from my lips on the moan that leaves my mouth as I chase the wave of pleasure.
A low guttural growl breaks through my fog and my eyes snap open.
And there, standing in the open door of the shower is Dimitry, his bare chest wet from the spray, his hand buried inside his sweats, gripped tightly around his dick, a ravaged look on his gorgeous face.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Eden.” The command is all I need to spur me back into action, my fingers dancing over my pussy, bringing me higher as I watch Dimi stroke himself.
Somehow the fact that he’s still concealed, tucked inside his low slung grey sweatpants is hotter than him being out in the open.
Maybe it’s the thought that he couldn't wait, even for the moment it would have taken to free himself. “That’s it, baby.” He groans.
“I heard my name moaned and I just knew that you were picturing me fucking you.” His lips twist, almost as if he’s in pain.
“Tell me what I was doing to you in that pretty little head of yours.”
I’m mesmerized by the movement of his hand.
It takes me a second for his words to penetrate my lust-addled mind.
Tell him? Could I? Letting my gaze travel up over his chiseled abs, his forearms, the muscles rippling with every stroke of his cock, across his impossibly broad chest and shoulders, until I meet his eyes, the feral glint is all the encouragement I need.
Maybe if I tell him, he’ll actually do it.
“You-you were standing behind me.” I start hesitantly.
“Was I naked?” He asks, to prod me further.
“Yessss.” It leaves my lips on a hiss as he pushes the soft cotton down his hips, over his massive erection and down his legs.
His hand never stops stroking. “Turn around.” The order is quiet but firm, leaving no room to do anything but what he’s told me to do.
With a deep breath I turn, my palm finding the wall to steady me.
I’m not sure how long my legs will hold me up.
They’re already trembling from the hovering orgasm and the excitement from having Dimi so close. Naked. “Then what?”
He’s still not touching me but he’s close enough that I can feel the heat of him surrounding me.
Smell him in the steam of the hot water falling onto my overheated skin.
“You were biting my neck and shoulder and whispering in my–” I gasp as he steps closer, the tip of his dick brushing against me, his large palm settling over my belly.
“My ear.” I finish on an exhale that turns into a sharp inhale when he nips my shoulder.
“Was I whispering filthy things about how I want to fuck you so good you never want to leave me? Or how I’ve dreamt of how tight your cunt would feel wrapped around me for fucking years?
That I’m not even sure how I’ll fit because you’re so god damn tiny.
” As if those words weren’t enough, shooting right to my pussy causing a trickle of arousal to coat the insides of my thighs, he bites my shoulder again, swiping his tongue over the indentation of his teeth that are left behind.
Unable to speak or stand for that matter, I lean against him and shake my head. “No. You sai-oh gooooddd.” I moan as he rubs his dick between my ass cheeks, down through my pussy lips, bumping against my clit which I’ve abandoned in lieu of holding myself up.
I can feel the chuckle as it rumbles through him. “I’m positive I wasn’t whispering prayers in your ear while you fingerfucked yourself, baby.” I shudder. “Or maybe I was…” He trails off, never stopping the tortuous drag of his cock.
“You were doing that, rubbing yourself against me and you told me that you were ready to put a baby in me.” I say in a rush, embarrassed by how much I want that. Want him.
Dimitry’s arm tightens around me. “Is that what you want, Eden? You want me to fuck a baby into you?” The words are so fucking hot. In Dimitry’s gravely, growly voice, they’re straight-up porn.
I nod. I have no choice but to. “Yes. Please, Dimi.” I plead, not taking the time to think of the consequences or how quickly everything has escalated since our talk. This is what I want. Right now.
He spins me around and lifts me by the backs of my thighs, pinning me to the wall. “I’ve waited so fucking long.