Chapter 15
Chapter 14
T-Shirt
GREER
I chop vegetables and chicken for toppings and toss a salad together for lunch.
“Mmm, see, now I could get used to this.” Zoe waves her fork in the air. “Someone to fix me food all day. You sure you want to work for these smelly guys? You could come live with me and we could party it up.”
My cheeks flush as I glance at Aiden. He gives me an encouraging smile. Heat scorches my cheeks. He’s such a nice guy, but will he really be okay with what happened in my bathroom? He said he’s attracted to me, but he really hasn’t made any moves.
“Give it up, ZoZo. Greer is ours. Find your own personal assistant.” Wyatt winks. But his words make a funny feeling start in my chest, like a small candle is lit in the darkness.
“Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll get myself a guy with a sneaky hot bod like Greer.” Zoe tugs at the end of my oversized shirt.
“It’s comfortable.” I shrug. And it keeps most guys at bay. While I want to be wanted, I don’t want attention like that either.
“So am I, darling. You and I need to go shopping. Pronto. Maybe something a little less hobo chic?” She squints her hazel eyes. “At least upgrade to—I don’t know…What’s a store that slightly better than poor people go to?”
“Zoe, enough.” Wyatt gives her a warning look, but I’m not sure what happens if she keeps pushing. After all, I don’t mind. I am poor. I make ends meet, but I don’t have extra money needing to be spent. I don’t want Wyatt to punish her over me.
I’ve seen foster brothers and sisters fight. Most of them hid it from their foster parents. That’s one of the reasons I stayed away from them.
Zoe sticks her tongue out. “I’m just saying, Greer could have a little more fashion sense, especially if she’s going to hang out with you lot.”
She turns and puts her hand over mine on the table. Her hazel eyes are warm with her eyebrows knit. “Most people work on the production and don’t give a fuck what you’re wearing, but the second you step out with one of these hotties, your picture will be everywhere. And we don’t need you to be seen as a hot mess.”
That’s something I hadn’t considered. Maybe a shopping trip would be a good idea.
“Don’t worry about that.” Mason scrolls through his phone as he eats. I didn’t know he was paying attention. His blue eyes meet mine. “I’ll make sure she’s dressed appropriately before going outside of the house, but in here, she can wear whatever she wants.”
His gaze drops to his phone and I can breathe again. I cock my head to the side. What does he mean that he’ll make sure I’m dressed appropriately?
Zoe drops the subject about buying me new clothes. We finish lunch. While I’m cleaning up the lunch dishes, Zoe hops up on the counter next to me.
“We should go out sometime.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I don’t run in the crowds Zoe seems to. I wouldn’t be able to keep up.
She tips her head. “Why not? We’re around the same age. You could even wear some of my clothes. Maybe get laid, since that’s not likely to happen around here.”
My cheeks get warm as I avoid her eyes. “My ex and I just broke up.”
Not that I give two shits about him. I was over him before we were even finished.
“Man, that sucks.” Zoe grins. “All the more reason to get you back under someone else.”
My mouth opens.
“Are you trying to convince my poppet to find someone to fuck?” Roarke leans against the counter behind me. My insides go soft and warm at his voice.
“It’s not like any of you will fuck the hired help.” Zoe laughs like the idea is ludicrous. “Besides, you all are almost thirty. Greer needs a young man to really pound her good.”
She pushes her fist against my shoulder. Thankfully, she doesn’t have a clue about what happened earlier in my bathroom.
“You don’t think I could give her a good pounding.” There’s laughter in Roarke’s voice, but a little hint of promise too.
I glance over my shoulder. He’s smiling when he gives me a wink. I’m so out of my league here.
Finishing loading the dishwasher, I set it to run.
“Sure, Roarke. With your tiny dick, you could probably pound her a few centimeters.” Zoe rolls her eyes. At my stunned look, she uses her hand to block her mouth from Roarke, but then says in a regular voice, “Never meet your heroes, Greer. That one scene in the movie? Body double.”
She holds her fingers about an inch apart and shakes her head with a fake frown. Zoe straightens and meets Roarke’s amused eyes.
“Tiny Dick was Roarke’s nickname all through high school.” She jumps off the counter and puts her arm around me. “Friends don’t let friends fuck guys with little wieners.”
I laugh because somewhere along the way she got some misinformation. Roarke’s laughing eyes meet mine as Zoe navigates me to the couches and pulls me to sit beside her.
“Okay, so what kind of guys do you like?” Zoe stretches, her body one long line. She’s the kind of woman these guys are used to fucking. So why are they interested in me?
“Yeah, poppet. The ex-asshole couldn’t have been your type.” Roarke sits in the chair opposite us.
“You know him?” She tips her head like that doesn’t make sense.
“He’s a special kind of douche bag.” He rubs his jaw. “Probably right up your alley, ZoZo.”
Her eyes narrow. “Not every guy I date is an asshole.”
Roarke holds up his fist and with every name pops up a finger. “Brandon, Alexi, Marcus, Chet—”
“Chet wasn’t an asshole.”
“Did he ever pay when you went out?”
Zoe’s lips tighten.
“I rest my case. Asshole.” Roarke puts his hand down.
“We aren’t talking about me. We’re talking about Greer.” She flashes me a smile. “Do you have a type?”
I shrug. “I don’t really know.”
“How many boyfriends have you had?” She leans back as she looks me over.
I shrug again. “Dating? A couple. Hanging out? A few.”
“Sex?” Roarke asks, leaning forward with his hands clasped between his knees. His large shoulders tug the shirt tight, making me swallow hard as I remember his naked wet body rubbing against mine in the shower.
“Yeah, that’s not personal at all.” Zoe rolls her eyes. “Out with it, bestie. How many dudes have you done the deed with?”
My mouth opens and closes as I think about the bathroom. Does that count? “What counts?”
Roarke grins, but I ignore his smug smile. Zoe taps her fingers on her lips.
“Hmm. We’ll go old school. Dick in pussy or ass.” Zoe grins.
My face heats. “Five.”
“See, this is why we need to get you out of this house.” She turns to Roarke. “Don’t you agree? I mean, five is, like, sad. You can’t even know what you like with only five guys.”
Yeah, I’m not in Zoe’s league either. I know she’ll figure it out and drop me. Most girls do.
“Five is plenty.” Roarke shrugs, and his gaze stays fixed on Zoe. “Especially when you are used to monogamy. Maybe she values her body and doesn’t want to give it to everyone. Nothing wrong with that.”
She turns and looks me up and down. “Okay. Okay. I could see that. But that doesn’t mean she shouldn’t get back out there.”
A buzz comes from Zoe’s phone. She glances at the screen and rolls her eyes.
“Fuck, I hate work.” She scoots close to me and pulls me into her arms. “All right, bestie. I’ll text. If I lose this job, Mom’s threatened to turn off my credit cards again.”
She hugs me and waits for me to hug her back before she backs up and tucks my hair behind my ear. Her hazel eyes focus on me and it’s intense.
“I still want to get you out of here some night. But get comfortable and keep these guys in line.” She sticks her tongue out at Roarke as she stands. “WyWy, I’m leaving,” she yells.
His footsteps are on the stairs and then he holds out his arms. She rushes across the room and flings herself into him. “Be good, ZoZo.”
“You too.”
He walks her out of our sight. The door opens and closes and their voices go away. Roarke clears his throat, getting my attention.
“I don’t have a tiny penis.” He smirks. “It was a joke in high school, but Wyatt didn’t want his little sister trying to get with me either.”
“Umm, I know you don’t.” I squirm in my chair, thinking of his hand stroking his thick cock. It’s bigger than any guy I’ve been with in the past.
“Want to almost double your number, poppet?” Roarke winks. Four guys. Damn. Just thinking about it winds me up.
Standing, I gesture toward the kitchen. “I have chores I need to do.”
“Running away?”
Yes, I am.
#
An hour later, I hesitate outside of Mason’s office. I need some clarification and I know he’ll give it to me, but I don’t want to disrupt his work.
Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door.
“Come in,” his low voice calls out.
“Hey, Greer.” Aiden walks toward me. He went to work out after lunch in the gym down here. His hair is damp like he took a shower. “What are you up to?”
I point to the door, but before I can say anything, it opens.
“What?” Mason’s voice is tinged with anger, and I step back. He scrubs his face before he seems to soften. “What do you need, mouse?”
My gaze darts from Aiden to Mason. I’m used to dealing with angry men, but it still makes me nervous. Another reminder that I don’t know these men. I don’t know what they do behind closed doors.
“I—” I draw in a breath and straighten to my full height. This is for my job that they hired me for. “I need some clarification on some of the chores.”
Mason glances at Aiden before disappearing into his office. Aiden’s hand settles on my low back and he guides me into the office before shutting the door. Mason sits behind a large desk. He has multiple monitors with pages of script, artwork, and a few shows playing in the background with the sound off.
“I’m sorry if I was harsh. I don’t like to be disturbed while I’m working.” He slides a hand through his dark hair and his blue eyes pin me in place.
Aiden leads me to the chair before sitting next to me.
“Go on, little warrior,” he encourages.
“Uh…” I glance at Aiden, worried that he’ll think I’m going behind his back, but I’ll start with something easy. “The laundry. Is there a specific place I get it from? How often should it be done? Do I need to separate the clothes? And do I put them away and where?”
“Our rooms. Aiden and I have hampers in our closets. Roarke’s floor is his hamper, along with his closet and bathroom floor. Wyatt brings his down to the laundry room. With Roarke, you should pick it up every day, but you can put it in his hamper. Pick a rotation for how you do it, but I wouldn’t mix our clothes, which will make the sorting easier. In our closets and drawers. We can each show you our organization system. For Roarke, create your own. He’ll figure it out.”
I nod. Okay, one thing down. I draw in a breath.
“Can you show me where all the alcohol and drugs are stored throughout the house?”
Aiden’s gaze burns into me, but I don’t look at him. When his hand slides under mine and gently threads our fingers together, I release my breath.
“That’s a good idea, little warrior.”
When I face him, he smiles, and the tension eases from squeezing my gut. He knows why I’m asking and it doesn’t bother him. Mom used to get furious when I hid her stuff. She wasn’t my mom when that happened. A little shudder runs through me, and I squeeze Aiden’s hand.
“Of course. The liquor is in a cabinet. I hold the only key, but we should check to make sure that only over-the-counter drugs are accessible.” Mason doesn’t lift his gaze from me. His attention makes me squirm in my chair. “Anything else?”
My cheeks heat. Should I tell them about the other two? “Are we going to talk tonight?”
Mason’s lips tip into a smile. “The documents have been couriered over. The NDA. The contract. I’ll need your banking information.”
“Of course.” Relief pours through me. That’s stuff I can handle.
Mason leans forward, putting his elbows on his desk. His piercing gaze holds mine. “Will you explain something to me, mouse?”
I nod but swallow down my fear.
“This afternoon. Roarke and Wyatt were in your room…”
It’s not a question, but my heart quickens. I nod jerkily.
“While you took your shower…”
I can’t break our eye contact, but Aiden doesn’t snatch his hand away from me like I’m damaged goods.
“Breathe, Greer.” Aiden’s voice is gentle.
I suck a breath into my starving lungs. Mason cocks his eyebrow, waiting for me to reply.
“Yes,” I say softly, wondering if I’ll get in trouble.
“Tell me what happened.” Leaning back, Mason steeples his fingers against his lips. “Don’t leave out any details.”
I haven’t even kissed either of these men. Awareness falls over me like a summer rainstorm, hot and heavy.
“I was getting ready to take a shower.” I glance at Aiden, and he gives me an encouraging smile. Fuck, I’m not sure if this is going to hurt them. Hurt him. His arms were so warm around me this morning. I blow out a breath.
Is it cheating? If everyone is okay with it?
“What happened next, mouse?” Mason’s voice is stern, and something in me responds to the authority in his tone.
“Roarke came into my room. I told him he should leave, but he kissed me and backed me into the bathroom.” Even the tips of my ears feel hot. I’m sure my face is mottled with redness. The urge to let my hair hide me is right there.
“Keep going.”
I bite my lip and look at my hand in Aiden’s. His long fingers engulf my small hand. I meet Aiden’s curious eyes. This morning, there hadn’t been any jealousy. Even when the others kissed me. Maybe they play these games all the time. Maybe I’m not special at all.
Maybe I should just enjoy the ride. My heart clatters against my chest.
“Uh, Roarke asked if he could help me.” I draw in a breath, needing to find some courage.
“Help with what?” Mason’s voice draws me back to him.
“Help me come,” I admit. Heat flares in his blue eyes.
“How?”
That spark of defiance rears its head. “Do you want just the summary or play-by-play?”
Mason leans forward, and his smile should have warned me. Instead, it makes my toes curl and my already damp panties become soaking wet. “Show me.”
My breath catches. Fuck. Do I really want to go there? I’ve only spent twenty-four hours with these guys and I’ve slept with one of them, kissed two of them, had two go down on me, and now…Does he want me to…What?
“Uh, I can’t do what they did.” I’m sure my face and neck are mottled with blotchy red.
“Use your hands and your words, mouse.” Mason smirks. “I want to see what they did to you.”
Fuck. I take a deep breath and sneak a glance at Aiden. He releases my hand and gestures for me to continue with a nod of his head.
“Roarke kissed me—”
“Touch your lips.”
My gaze locks with Mason’s unyielding one. My trembling hand touches my lips, and I suck in a harsh breath. Mason’s gaze drops for a moment to them. My nipples tighten as if he’s the one kissing me.
Focusing, I try to think what happened in what order. “Then he took off my bikini bottoms and lifted me onto the counter.”
Mason stands, and my eyes widen as he walks around his desk. Casually, he clears the desk before me and Aiden. He holds his hand out and I automatically take it. He pulls me to standing and sets me in front of him with my back to the desk.
“Show us, mouse.” Mason looms over me.
“You want me to…?” I nibble on my lip.
“Take off your shorts and panties.”
Oh fuck. I search his eyes. He seems harsh and unyielding, but if I told him no, would he back off? Consent seems important to him. I haven’t signed the NDA, so he wouldn’t do this if he wasn’t sure I’m okay with it.
Am I okay with getting half naked in front of these two men? An ache pulses inside me as an answer. I want to. I really want to. I can’t believe I’m going to do this.
Unsnapping my shorts, I let them drop to my ankles. My eyes never leave Mason’s as I reach below my T-shirt and shimmy out of my panties, letting them fall to the floor. Technically, I’m not exposed with my oversized T-shirt on, but it feels decadent to be standing before these two powerhouses of men in nothing but a T-shirt.
Mason grabs my waist, and for a moment I panic, but he sets me on the desk and then sits in the chair I was in. My eyes widen as the two men’s eyes trail over me. I’m so conscious of my naked lower half barely covered by the T-shirt.
I press my thighs together against the ache pulsing there.
“Then what happened, mouse?”
Oh shit. My heart races, but the curious lust I see in both their eyes feeds me. They want me. They want me to touch myself for them. This is making me even more aroused than earlier.
“He pushed me back.” I lean back, bracing my hands on Mason’s desk. The wood is solid beneath me. I want to do this, and maybe that’s the most fucked-up thing. Not that they’re asking me to, but that I want to. I’ve never wanted anything like this before in my life.
But for them…
“And had me put my feet on the counter.” I lift my feet and open myself up to their view. They can see my pussy and how wet I am. Some of the embarrassment fades at their soft inhale of breath.
“He went down on me. As I was about to come, I noticed Wyatt watching in the doorway.” My pussy aches with the memory.
“She came twice on Roarke’s fingers and face.” At Wyatt’s voice, my gaze jerks to the door. He leans against the door frame. “Showing off, kitten?”
WOW
GREER
“She was telling us what happened in her bathroom.” Mason’s gaze flicks from my eyes to my pussy. “But now that you’re here, we can let her off the hook and you can just give us a demonstration.”
My eyes widen. Wyatt’s hazel eyes glint with mischief. He smirks and rubs his lips with two fingers.
“It’d be my pleasure.”
I’m not sure if they can tell, but I just got even wetter.
“I asked her to unbutton her top.” Wyatt walks over to me. “Pretty sure we can get the same effect without this shirt.”
I blink up at him as he steps between my legs and slides his hand on my back beneath my T-shirt.
“Arms up, kitten.” He effortlessly holds me as I lift my arms. With one hand, he takes off my T-shirt, leaving me in my bra. “Put your arms back.”
I do as he says. My breathing is chaotic. When he steps away, the others can see me. Almost all of me.
“Apparently, our kitten never had orgasms with someone else, so Roarke was her first.” His words don’t seem to faze the others. But all three men have visible erections. The temptation to lie back on this desk and let them take me one after the other floats through me like a siren’s song. Just the thought of it has me aching with need.
“He wondered if it was just him. So I volunteered to test that theory.”
My eyes clash with his hazel ones. The heat within nearly scorches me.
“Interesting.” Mason draws my helpless gaze back to him. “Then what?”
“While I’m great with words on paper, I prefer to show, not tell.” Wyatt touches my knee, and it’s like sparks igniting under my skin.
I whimper because I know exactly what he’ll do, and it won’t fail to get me off.
“Go right ahead.” Mason smirks, gesturing to my pussy.
Aiden has been quiet, but I feel his presence more than the others. I want his mouth on me. I want all their mouths on me.
Wyatt steps between my legs again and slides his hand around the back of my neck. Our eyes lock and he waits a moment, like he wants me to acknowledge it’s him that’s going to do this to me.
Leaning in, he takes my mouth. I open beneath him, eager for his touch. His hand cups my breast, and I moan. When he lifts his lips, his eyes are darkened. “Things are a little different. Roarke was stroking his cock while I teased her. But it would be good to know if she needs Roarke as stimuli to make her come.”
“It may be the audience that gets her off.” Aiden’s voice arouses me. “We’ll definitely need to experiment more.”
My lips part as I pant in need with Wyatt hovering over me. He takes my nipple in his hot mouth. This needy noise releases in the back of my throat as I arch into him, pushing more of my breast into his mouth.
He licks and sucks, making those noises fill the room. I can’t even be embarrassed. I’m too turned on. His fingers slide over my clit and he moves his body a little to the side, making me aware that both the other men can see his fingers on my pussy.
When he slips a finger into me, he sucks a little harder.
“Ah, fuck.” My head falls back as desire consumes me.
“So fucking wet, kitten.” He slides a second finger along with his first, pressing them both deep inside me. The slick sound of his fingers thrusting in and out makes me want to hide and glorify in what he’s doing at the same time.
Wyatt kneels between my legs and latches onto my clit with his mouth. I cry out as wave after wave of ecstasy flows over me. My pussy convulses around his finger as I come.
“No Roarke needed.” Mason’s voice sends an aftershock through me, but Wyatt doesn’t let up.
He adds a third finger as his tongue circles my clit. My breath catches as I fall over the edge again, coming in a rush of fluid onto his hand. Slowly, he eases me down and draws his fingers out of me before kissing my pussy.
My breath shudders in and out of my lungs. Fuck, I could get used to that.
Standing, Wyatt kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue, but I don’t shy away from the kiss.
“You did well, kitten,” he says so only I can hear.
When he steps back, he adjusts his cock. “While I went down on her, she watched Roarke stroke himself off, and afterward licked his cum off his hand. Then Roarke showered with her and I dried her off.”
He leans back against the wall, his hard cock pressing against his shorts. My pussy flutters, imagining how thick he’d be inside me.
Mason stands. “May I, mouse?”
I bite my lip, having no idea what he’s asking for. But right now, I’d let him do just about anything to me. I nod, watching his every move as anticipation swells again.
His finger touches my wet pussy, and I exhale sharply.
“Soft and wet. Do you desire us, mouse?”
It’s not even a question. Not to me. These men are attractive, but there’s something deeper that makes me want them all. Maybe it’s that broken piece of me that will never truly be whole. Maybe I’m just searching for something to hold onto for a little while.
“Yes, sir.” I remember the kitchen yesterday. How he wanted me to call him sir.
He circles my clit with his finger before drawing a line with the tip down to my entrance. “Are you considering what we want?”
His finger slides into me, taking my breath away. The temptation to rock against his finger is so fucking hard to resist, but I do. “I don’t know what you want of me.”
“Hmm.” He begins to slide his finger in and out slowly—just the one finger over and over as he watches. “I have a packet of documents for you to look over. I’ve included a separate list. Before we can truly continue this, we need information.”
“What kind of information?” My voice is breathier than normal.
He adds a second finger, making me moan at the stretch. His eyes seem uninterested in what he’s doing to me. If it weren’t for the outline of his hard cock in his pants and the darkening of his light eyes, I might believe he’s indifferent.
“Before we can go forward with a sexual arrangement, we need to know your limits and what you’re comfortable with.”
My legs tremble with the need to rock into his achingly slow fingers.
“Your current health status.” His gaze drops to my pussy, and his other fingers part my folds and slide around my clit. “Are you clean, mouse?”
I nod because I’m so close to coming.
“When was the last time you were tested?” He curls his fingers inside me.
“Ah.” I arch as he hits something inside me that makes me see stars. I’m not coming, but fuck that feels good.
“Come on, mouse. Focus.” He slides his fingers over my clit. “When?”
“Last month and then last week.” I pant as he rewards me with his finger pressing on my clit. The words come out in a rush. “Chad and I always used condoms, but he cheated on me. So one test when we stopped having sex and later when it had been enough time to make sure the test was accurate.”
“Hmm.” His fingers slide lazily in and out of my core, giving me friction, but not enough. “Are you on birth control, mouse?”
“Yes.” Since I was fifteen.
“Do you like it when someone watches you being fucked?”
My body flushes with heat. “I haven’t ever had anyone watch me be fucked.”
He removes his finger from my clit, and I whimper. His hand smacks my ass, and I moan because it’s a little burst of pain. But with his fingers buried inside me, it felt really fucking good.
“Semantics, mouse. Do you like being a dirty whore that everyone gets off on watching? Or would you rather be a good girl who likes her men to watch each other take her?”
Crying out, I come all over his fingers. His words were the push I needed over the edge. I’m not sure which one tipped me over. The degradation or the praise or maybe both.
He pulls his fingers out and waits for my dazed eyes to meet his. He places his fingers on my lips. “Clean them.”
Keeping my eyes on his, I part my lips, and he thrusts his fingers inside. I suck and lick them as little aftershocks trip in my pussy. Maybe I am a dirty little whore. He hasn’t even kissed me yet, but he’s finger fucked me.
He draws his fingers out of my mouth and pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping them off. Pocketing the cloth, he takes my legs and lowers them over the edge of the desk before lifting me down to stand before him.
With efficient movements, he straightens the cup on my bra. Wyatt hands him my T-shirt that Mason draws on over my head. I feel like a doll as I stare at him with wide eyes. Part of me is still reconciling what I just did. Three guys have touched me and brought me to orgasm today. A fourth watched.
Wyatt hands him my panties and shorts. Mason holds them out for me to step into and finishes dressing me.
“Do you have any other questions, mouse?”
I shake my head. Even if I did, I can’t remember them. I barely remember why I came in here.
“I’ll show you around after work. Until then…” He looks at Aiden. “Take a nap. I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve slept well, Aiden.”
Aiden stands behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “Let’s go, little warrior. You’ve earned it.”
Wyatt kisses the top of my head as Aiden ushers me out into the hallway. Before I know it, I’m in Aiden’s bedroom. He closes the door as I take in the light-colored walls. His orange cologne is strong in here. It smells comforting.
His king bed faces the window with the ocean. He walks over and cracks a side window open. The sound of waves crashing fills the room. When he draws the curtains closed, the room darkens.
I shiver slightly at how completely the room closes in on me.
“We have night shoots and sleep during the day occasionally.” His voice warms me. His hand on the small of my back guides me to the side of the bed.
“I’m going to undress down to my underwear. Feel free to get as comfortable as you want.” He fades into the blackness again until a dim light comes on in the bathroom. His silhouette blocks some of it.
“To freshen up.” He walks to the edge of the bed and strips off his shirt with one hand. He’s not thick like Roarke or as cut as Wyatt, but Aiden’s chest is defined and solid.
I finally breathe in a gasp of air. This whole day has been surreal. We both fell asleep downstairs in the middle of the night. Aiden must be exhausted, but he doesn’t show it. If he needs me to sleep, who am I to tell him no?
I’m literally here to help him in any way I can. I go into the bathroom as he drags his belt out of his shorts. After taking care of cleanup, I take my shorts off, fold them, and set them on the counter.
When I open the door, Aiden is in the bed, lying on his back. His eyes are open. I turn out the light and shut the door before edging around the bed to the other side. If I thought my bed was comfortable, this mattress is next-level dreamy.
“I’m not sure how you don’t immediately fall asleep on this.” I snuggle down under the covers.
His chuckle sparks something low and hungry inside me. He hasn’t kissed me. Hasn’t touched me intimately. But I want him to.
But I don’t want to derail his recovery.
“Stop thinking so much and come here, little warrior.” He holds out his arm, and I don’t hesitate to take his hand. He draws me closer.
“I don’t want to mess things up for you.”
He settles me against him under the crook of his arm and pushes my head down onto his warm pec. “You won’t. You may be in charge of keeping me clean, but it’s still my responsibility, not yours.”
Capturing my knee, he draws it over his. My hand rests over his solid heartbeat, and I release a sigh.
“You can say no to them if you want.” His hand brushes over my hair, soothing me.
“Do you want me to say no to them?”
He chuckles. “I don’t know. It’s pretty hot watching them make you come.”
I squirm against his side.
“Did you like it?” he asks.
The darkness blankets us while the ocean drowns out all the other noises, making me feel isolated with just him.
“I did.” I can admit that, especially to him. I stifle a yawn.
“Good.” His word follows me into sleep.
#
I wake to a tickle on my forehead and a thigh pressed against my pussy. His breath brushes over my lips. When I open my eyes, I can barely make out the structure of Aiden’s cheekbones and nose in the darkness. His hair against my forehead is what woke me again.
We’re curled together, even on this huge bed, like we can’t get close enough to each other, especially in sleep. I release the breath I’m holding and trace my hand along his chiseled jawline.
Aiden Clyborne sleeps with me. Roarke Flynn has given me multiple orgasms. That would be amazing to me by itself, but add in Wyatt and Mason and I’m in a tailspin.
My need to be wanted is fulfilled, but the fear lingers in the back of my mind. The fear of losing their interest. Of them no longer wanting me. Am I just an oddity they want to take apart and put back together?
I know this isn’t long term, but how will I feel when they all move on? I’ll still have to live here with them. Can I watch Roarke with another woman?
I guess that’s why they offered me all that money. The money that could really give me a fresh start. I can go anywhere in the world with that kind of money. The bonus would be spending a couple of weeks experiencing sex like I never have before. On my terms.
And then do my job.
Make sure Aiden remains sober. Clean and straighten their lives so they don’t have to worry about anything else. So what if after they finish with me they want to date other women? Maybe I’ll date after they’re done.
Maybe I’ll find a nice, normal guy who isn’t a douche bag like Chad. I cup Aiden’s jaw, and my focus falls to his lips. Sparks light up along my fingertips. What would it be like to kiss him? To be kissed by him?
Mason hasn’t kissed me yet, either, but I know how his finger feels buried inside me. How his words can work me into a frenzy.
“Such a noisy brain you have.” Aiden’s eyes open as he smiles. “Thankfully, it’s peaceful when we sleep.”
He captures my hand before I can draw it away and touches his forehead against mine. He takes a deep breath and releases it.
“I like the way you make me feel, little warrior.”
It’s too dark to read his eyes. “How do I make you feel?”
“Alive. Present. Ravenous.”
Sparks ignite low in my stomach, but he doesn’t bring me in closer. He doesn’t lean in to kiss me. He just holds me.
Knocks sound on the door. “I can hear you two talking. I’m bored, poppet. Come out and play.”
I grin at Roarke’s ridiculous statement. Like somehow I can tame his boredom.
“I like your smile, little warrior. I’m glad they make you smile.”
“You make me smile too.”
His thumb trails over my lower lip before he rolls onto his back. “Time to face the music.”