Chapter 13
Kiss Me More
MASON
Outside, Roarke and Aiden take turns helping Greer float on her back while I sit at the table with my coffee. In a few hours, the contracts will arrive via courier. I don’t want to rush our little mouse, but seeing her in a bathing suit makes it difficult to be good.
She laughs in her husky way and it makes my cock twitch. We need to come up with a plan that works for all of us. Her included, but first I need to make sure she’s not going to fuck our lives up.
Leaving behind her tight little body and the shrieks as they play like children in the pool, I head down to my office. Once the door closes, no sound from the outside reaches me. I had this room soundproofed so I could work undisturbed.
Tossing my cell phone on the desk, I pull up my email to see if my contact has gotten back to me.
Subject: Greer Morrow
Foster records will take time.
She moved in with Chad Adams, age 24, six months ago. Before that, she lived in an apartment with four others. She works at Brighton Diner in West Hollywood. She aged out of foster care. No potential adoption records were found.
Parents: Jonathan and Crystal Morrow—Jonathan’s whereabouts unknown, Crystal died of overdose at age 28. Police report attached.
Sealed juvenile file—will take time to investigate
No police record
Credit moderate
I click on the police report from her mother’s overdose and skim over the details until the details about ten-year-old Greer come into sharp focus. Fuck.
Someone knocks on my door. I close the email as Zoe struts in, wearing jean shorts and a T-shirt.
“You didn’t come out to play.” She cocks her hip and pouts at me.
I don’t comment. Zoe’s been hanging out with us since she was a toddler. She’s like the little sister I never wanted. Attention is her drug of choice. When she isn’t getting it, she seeks it out in whatever way she can.
Especially when she drinks. She sits across from me, crossing her long, slender legs.
“What do we think about Greer?” She swivels in the chair as her hazel eyes meet mine.
“Aiden wanted to hire her. I think she’ll do a fine job.” And that’s all Zoe needs to know.
“You aren’t worried about her sneaking into your beds at night?” She arches an eyebrow and does a fake surprised expression. “Because that’s what I’d do in her position.”
“And that’s why we never considered you for the job.” I stand, pocket my phone, and gesture to the door. “Let’s go, Zoe.”
“I just want to make sure you guys are safe.” She stands and slides her hand over her curvy ass. Zoe is beautiful, and I haven’t failed to notice the woman she’s grown into. But to me she’s still the little girl that followed us around like a puppy.
“We’ve got it handled.”
She opens the door. “As long as you don’t fire her, because I don’t want to lose my new best friend.”
I shake my head as I follow her up to the kitchen. The dishes from this morning are already done and put away. The kitchen looks exactly like it always should. A calmness settles over me. I like things a certain way.
Roarke is chaos embodied. So if Greer can keep up with his mess, she’ll make me very happy.
“How are you going to keep Aiden sober when you have a bunch of wine right there?” Zoe gestures to the wine room.
“He doesn’t like wine.” I start a fresh pot of coffee. The others may not work until Monday, but I have work to get done. I need to prepare for the shoots we have scheduled for next week. Double-check the budget is accurate and that we won’t have any overages. And confirm everyone who needs to be on set is aware of that fact.
Zoe hops up to sit on the island. Giving me a sneaky smile, she crosses her long legs. “I don’t know. I think it’s too much of a temptation. You should give me all your wine and alcohol. Or better yet, let me throw a party and I’ll make sure it’s all gone by the end.”
“No, and fuck no.” I can’t afford the damage a Zoe party would create.
I open the app for the exterior cameras on my phone and check now that everyone is inside. We have a security service, but I like to be aware of what’s happening. There’s this white car that goes by every day.
Could be paparazzi or just someone from the neighborhood. I’ve been trying to make out the plates, but with the camera angles, I never get a good image of the plate.
“Fine.” Zoe’s gaze darts to the stairs. “Everyone went to shower. Entertain me, Mason. I’m bored.”
“Go find someone to do, ZoZo. Or I’m sure you could go shopping with Mommy’s credit card.” I pour my coffee and take a sip.
“That’s rude.” She pouts again, which only reminds me that she’s still a little girl even at twenty-one. A spoiled rich one. “I’m waiting to have lunch with my new friend.”
The difference between Zoe and Greer is night and day. Greer is a survivor. Zoe’s worst day was when her nail broke before prom.
I change to the hallway camera on my phone. Maybe Greer will let me put a security camera in her room.
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GREER
Swimming was fun but exhausting. We all head upstairs to take showers while Zoe goes downstairs to change. Aiden gives me a wink before he disappears into his room.
Having their hands on my bare skin constantly and brushing against their hard muscles has me heated as I go into my bedroom. I stop at my dresser and pull out shorts, a large T-shirt, panties, and a bra. The bathroom is much bigger than the one I shared with Chad.
Even the vanity is extralong, having plenty of space on either side of the sink. I set my clothes down and start the shower.
My thoughts go back to their hands on me. What would it be like to let them touch me even more? I’m curious, but after spending a day in their presence, I’m on edge and horny as hell. I bite my lip.
I could just help myself to take the edge off. It would be easier than walking around a ticking time bomb. They definitely will make me want more. If I’m going to help myself, I want to make sure no one’s waiting for me on my bed again.
I open the door to the bedroom and step out. Roarke slips into my bedroom and closes the door. He’s dressed in a shirt and shorts, and his wet hair has been combed back. His eyes lock on me.
I’m not shocked to find him sneaking into my bedroom. He was on my bed yesterday, which is the reason I decided to check. But he really should stop coming into my bedroom uninvited.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” I whisper. I’m not sure why I whisper. No one else can hear me.
His lips curve into that notorious grin as he closes the distance between us. “You looked needy, poppet. Like you have an itch to scratch. I wanted to offer my services.”
Services? Fuck, he smells divine after showering. The rich scent of sandalwood heats my insides, stirring my lust. His warm hands drop to the waist above my bikini bottoms. I hiss at the contact of his skin against mine as my pussy throbs.
His head dips toward mine.
“Roarke.” I need to be firm about this. Boundaries are important.
His mouth takes mine. Yeah, I suck at boundaries. He backs me into the bathroom. When his tongue traces the seam of my lips, I part them and let him in because, fuck, he’s a good kisser. He lifts me and my ass comes down on the counter.
His mouth trails down my neck. “Do you know how hot you look in this swimsuit, poppet? Your breasts. Your ass. This waist. I’ve been hard for you since you walked outside.”
“Just what every girl wants to hear.”
He latches onto my neck, sucking and biting. Moaning, I’m getting wetter by the second here. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let him rile me up more before I kick him out. Give me more material to get me there.
“Tell me, poppet. Have you ever come with anyone before me?” His fingers toy with the edge of the bikini bottoms as his blue eyes lock on mine.
I could lie, but I hate lying. It’s too hard to keep track of. Besides, the multiple times adults lied to me growing up soured me on the experience.
This is personal. No one else knows, so no one would catch me in the lie. This isn’t really something someone would figure out, but he asked, and I’d rather be honest.
“No.”
His eyes light up like he’s won the Oscar for best actor. “We don’t have to fuck, but I want to make you come again. May I do that, poppet?”
I bite my lip. I was just going to help myself get there, anyway. If I had a toy, I’d use that. This wouldn’t be much different than using a toy. The orgasm he gave me yesterday was amazing, but maybe it was a fluke. Maybe with Chad standing outside the door throwing a tantrum made it hotter.
Roarke kisses the throbbing pulse in my neck, and heat curls inside me. But if it wasn’t a fluke…
“Say I can make you come, poppet.” His hand strokes between my legs over the swimsuit, pressing against my entrance.
I groan at the flood of need inside me. “Okay.”
He grins and lifts me down off the counter. Before I can move around him to go to the bed, he slides my bottoms off and lifts me back to sit on the counter beside the sink.
“Later we’ll do this on a bed.” He presses me back to lean against the mirror and lifts my feet to the counter, spreading me wide, putting me on display. Fuck, I’m so wet already and he’s barely touched me. His gaze drops to my pussy. “Fuck, poppet. You have the prettiest pussy.”
Heat floods my face. I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before.
He drops to kneel between my legs and pushes my knees out to the sides even more. His mouth descends on me, licking straight up my slit. A little cry leaves my lips at how good that feels.
He smiles against my pussy before using his tongue to toy with my clit. All my protests dissolve with each swipe of his tongue. A couple of guys have gone down on me, but they were nothing like Roarke. He takes his time, exploring every inch, paying extra attention when my breath hitches or I make a noise.
“You taste so fucking good.” His mouth closes over my clit, sucking, as he thrusts two fingers deep inside me.
“Ah, fuck!” Pleasure bursts through me. My eyes open and movement makes me realize the bathroom door is still open.
Wyatt leans against the door frame, hands in his shorts pockets. His heated gaze takes in everything. Every inch of me lights on fire as if his gaze is a physical caress. “You really should remember to lock that door, kitten.”
My temperature ratchets up a thousand degrees. I’m riding the edge already, but with Wyatt’s heated gaze on me, the fire is ready to consume me.
“Or don’t.” Roarke winks at me before he goes back to licking and sucking and making me squirm. His thick fingers thrust in and out slowly, pushing me higher and higher.
“Unbutton your top, kitten.” Wyatt’s hazel eyes don’t leave mine.
I do as he asks, slowly opening my bikini top while panting at what Roarke is doing between my legs. It doesn’t part, but my breasts are even more on display.
“Fuck, you’re a good girl, aren’t you, kitten?” Wyatt licks his lips as Roarke curls his fingers inside me. I shatter into a million pieces, biting my lip on a moan.
My eyes lock with Wyatt’s as I ride the wave of my orgasm. I expect Roarke to stop. Instead, Roarke keeps licking and sucking and thrusting his fingers in and out until I cry out as another release crests on top of that one, dragging me into shaking ecstasy.
My legs tremble as he eases me down. My breasts are smooshed together in the top. I drop my gaze to Roarke. He leans back, sliding his fingers slowly in and out of me as my pussy flutters around them. Wyatt’s gaze follows Roarke’s fingers. Aftershocks pulse with every thrust.
Uh, does this count as a threesome or just voyeurism? Some part of me thinks I should be mortified by this, but instead, my insides are combusting. I don’t think I know what I’m doing anymore. But I know I want more.
“You know, it could just be me,” Roarke says, drawing his fingers out of me and licking my slick off his fingers. I whimper at the empty feeling. “After all, I’m famous, and that alone gets some women off. The thrill of me.”
“What?” My brain isn’t fully functioning yet. I don’t think I’ve ever come twice in a row like that. Not even by myself.
“She’s only orgasmed with you?” Wyatt runs his fingers over his lips, and I remember how soft and firm they were against mine. Sparks ignite in my blood.
“We should put it to a test. Maybe she can only come with me.” Grinning, Roarke grabs a towel to wipe his mouth. “Maybe you’re all mine, poppet.”
A shiver of awareness rips through me. I need to be wanted. To have him claim me, fuck, it’s like the sweetest drug. I want more. I want to be his.
Wyatt steps into the bathroom. His hand sweeps beneath my neck. “What do you think, kitten? Want to test the theory? Do you want me to make you come?”
I swallow and look in Roarke’s eager eyes. His hand strokes over his erection straining in his pants. He wants this almost as much as I do.
“Yes.” My voice is breathless as Wyatt’s hazel eyes darken. He looms over me, so tall.
When he smiles and lowers his face toward mine, my breath catches. He takes my mouth, sliding his tongue against mine, heating my blood to boiling. His hand lifts my breast out of the swimsuit. His thumb sweeps over my tightened tip. Once, twice, three times. I gasp as he trails kisses down my neck, leaving a line of fire in his wake.
His kisses keep moving down over the swell of my breast until his mouth closes over my nipple and sucks on it. At the same time, his fingers thrust into my pussy, deep and stretching. I moan at the overwhelming rush.
“She’s so fucking tight.” Roarke sits against the wall. He unbuttons his pants and releases his cock. “Squeezing all around my fingers. Fuck, poppet, I can’t wait to have you squeeze around my cock.”
My pussy pulses around Wyatt’s fingers. I’ve seen Roarke’s cock on screen, but it seems even larger in real life. He strokes his hand down it and I want to touch him, feel the smooth skin under my palm, taste his salty cum on my tongue.
When I wet my lips, Roarke groans.
Wyatt’s tongue flicks my nipple as he thrusts his fingers in and out of my pussy, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. That warm beach smell surrounds me as his hair tickles my chin. My gaze stays on Roarke’s hand slowly working his cock.
Leaving my nipple with a kiss, Wyatt lowers to his knee. He spreads me obscenely wide, pushing my knees out, and stares at my wet, glistening pussy. Anticipation swells inside me. I bite my lip waiting, wanting, aching.
When he leans in, my breath catches, and he presses his tongue inside my entrance. Moaning, I arch against his mouth. Fuck, I’ve never felt like this in my life. I’m burning for more.
These men are giving me pleasure without taking it from me. It’s heady.
My gaze falls on Roarke’s hard cock and his hand that pumps it. Wyatt’s tongue explores before he sucks on my clit. He thrusts his two fingers back inside me before stretching me to slide in a third.
“Wyatt!” I can’t stop the wave that crashes over me, taking me under as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me. I scramble to get away from the sensation as it becomes too much again, but his hand on my hip keeps me under his onslaught.
“Sweet poppet, let go.” Roarke’s voice draws me as my heart races.
Wyatt tips me over the edge again, making me fly. My pussy gushes my release as my moan fills the air. Roarke groans as he comes. His cum falls on his hand, making me want to taste it. My pussy convulses around Wyatt’s fingers as he holds them inside. He lifts his glistening mouth and smiles knowingly. His hazel eyes sparkle.
“Not just you, Roarke.” Wyatt glances over but doesn’t seem disturbed by Roarke jacking off behind him.
Roarke takes the towel and wipes his cock off. He stands and offers me his hand with his cum on it. “I’m clean, poppet. Taste it.”
Wyatt’s fingers pump inside me as I hold Roarke’s gaze and lick his cum from his finger. I give a little shiver at the salty taste. Needing more, I take hold of his wrist and clean his hand, licking and sucking on his fingers.
“Fuck me.” Wyatt covers my pussy with his mouth and sucks.
I moan as I come again. A small wave hits me and I just want to curl up and sleep. He slips his fingers from me and licks my slick from them.
“So fucking sweet.”
Roarke helps me stand before he takes off my swim top. I’m sure my eyes are hooded. They could ask me to do anything right now and I would. I’m not even sure I’d regret it.
Wyatt draws my back against his front, and I gladly give him my weight. My knees try to give out. My legs tremble, barely able to support me. His hand strokes over my stomach and up to cup my breast. I sigh softly. I could get used to this.
Roarke strips. Every inch of him hard and sculpted muscle. He takes my hand and brings me into the shower. For a second, I’m confused. I assumed he’d fuck me; after all, he’s still hard.
Instead, Roarke lathers the soap in his hands before rubbing it all over my body. Curious, I tentatively reach out to touch his pecs. When he doesn’t tell me to stop, I follow the hills and valleys of his body, mesmerized by the way the muscles tense, twitch, and relax beneath my fingertips. His skin is hot to the touch, making me want to lean into his heat.
His slippery hand slides between my legs, and my gaze darts up to his.
“Just being thorough, poppet.” He grins and spins me to face the wall, trailing his hands over my ass, sliding one between my ass cheeks. “Tell me, has anyone fucked your ass?”
I lean my forehead against the tile as his soapy fingers stroke around my asshole, adding kindling to the raging fire within.
“No,” I whisper.
He pulls my back flush against his front. His hard cock presses into my soft flesh. “Good.”
He rinses me and then shampoos and conditions my hair. Turning off the shower, he opens the door, and Wyatt holds a towel for me. My cheeks burn as I realize I’m naked with these two men. They both went down on me and made me come multiple times, while I’ve done nothing in return. It’s always been expected.
Wyatt tips my chin up and studies my eyes. “What’s wrong, kitten?”
“You didn’t…” My gaze drops to his erection.
“This wasn’t about me, kitten. Or even Roarke.” He rubs the towel over me. “This was for you. If you don’t want to take it any further, that’s up to you. But right now, I’m sure you’ve got a lot on your mind. So let’s go have lunch with my sister.”
My eyes widen and my mouth forms an O. “Your sister! Zoe. Shit.”
I completely forgot she was waiting for me for lunch. What a shit friend she must think I am? I grab my panties and pull them on, followed by my bra.
“She’ll wait, kitten.” Wyatt leans against the counter they just ate me out on.
My brain skids to a halt. Fuck, two guys just went down on me. I wanted it. Was eager for it. I want it to happen again. Maybe Mary was right about me.
I shake myself out of the past. I don’t live in there anymore. I live in the here and now. She’s not here. None of them are. But I’m here with these men.
Roarke stops beside me, fully dressed, and kisses the top of my head. “Everything’s good, poppet. See you downstairs.”
He smacks my ass before laughing on his way out of the bathroom.
“Zoe will bug Mason and Aiden until we come down.” Wyatt’s hazel eyes meet mine.
“I don’t want to make her mad at me.” I brush through my hair anxiously. What if she decides she doesn’t want to be my friend? What if she starts treating me like some of the girls at my foster families or at school?
“Hey.” Wyatt plucks the brush from my hand. He moves behind me and lifts my hair before smoothing the brush through the strands. “Zoe is cool. She’s okay if you take a little longer. At some point, you’ll have to wait for her to get ready. See how long she expects you to wait and you won’t feel so bad.”
He finishes and sets the brush down. I’m still staring at him in the mirror.
“You just brushed my hair.” I can’t disguise the awe in my voice. I can’t remember the last time someone brushed my hair.
He shrugs. “I had a much younger sister and an overworked mother who needed help. You want any kind of braid? I’m your man.”
His grin makes my heart feel funny. I turn and put my arms around his waist, squeezing quickly before releasing.
“What was that for?” He rubs my jawline, tipping my face up to search my eyes. That’s too much for me, and I duck my head.
“Thank you.” I look at the floor because it’s easier. “Thank you for helping me get ready.”
He plucks the T-shirt and shorts from the counter. “Not quite ready.”
Smiling, I finish dressing. I don’t know what any of this means, but I know I feel different. Almost lighter, even if I’m confused. How could I want more than one guy? How could I make a connection with one guy while another was making my toes curl?
How could I want to do it all over again?