Chapter 29
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ROARKE
The minute she falls asleep, I feel it. All that tension rushes out of her. Fuck, this woman is under my skin. I’m happy to stay inside her as much as possible.
“Someone want to let me know when the cleaning staff is gone?” I stroke my hand down Greer’s back. “She’s asleep, and there’s a bed calling our name.”
How many more times can I make her come tonight? I still haven’t gotten her to scream my name. It will happen.
“We need to discuss how us sharing her is going to work.” Mason leans back in his chair. “Roarke can’t just keep his cock in her.”
“Willing to try. Besides, there are plenty of options left open.” I grin. My cock is hard and eager for her again, but she’s so peaceful that I don’t want to disturb her sleep. Also not usually an issue with women. I’m all about keeping a chick up all night.
“I want her to sleep with me.” Aiden adjusts his hard cock, tenting his trousers. “She doesn’t sleep well, and neither do I.”
He’d sleep better if he took what she offered so sweetly.
Mason nods. “Do we want to assign days? Just take her as we like?”
“Should she be awake for this?” Wyatt remains on the floor. His hand is in his hair as he studies Greer’s sleeping face.
Mason turned off the video, though I could definitely use a copy of her taking Wyatt’s cock. Fuck, my little poppet wanted it so bad. I can’t wait to watch her take Wyatt’s cock all the way inside her. My cock pulses.
We need better equipment and angles for the video next time.
“Maybe.” I run my hand down her back. She probably should have a say in this. She shivers and snuggles closer to me. “But we also need to decide how this looks to the outside world. If we don’t say anything, rumors will start. They always do.”
Aiden blows out a breath. He runs a hand over the back of his neck, and his gaze keeps wandering to Greer’s naked body. “She’s obviously a live-in employee, but us keeping our hands off her in public will be the issue.”
“You kissed her,” I point out helpfully. “If you’re willing to take things further, I’m willing to watch. Because fuck, that was hot. I almost lost to Greyson trying to watch you two.”
Aiden runs a hand through his hair and his eyes focus on Greer’s face. “Siobhan—”
“Is and always will be a bitch.” I need him to remember that, because if she comes sniffing around like a bitch in heat, I’m going to go mental on her.
“As I was saying.” Aiden clears his throat and brushes Greer’s hair out of her face. “I wasn’t expecting her. I reacted.”
“It was contained.” Wyatt makes a dismissive noise. “For now.”
“As far as we know,” Mason mutters. The party was closed, but who knows what pictures anyone could have taken.
“Where are we on the Aiden scale?” I tilt my head, studying him. “Are you sticking with the four months for P in V action?”
“Fuck.” Aiden stands. His hands tug at his hair as he paces away. “I know I should. It’s better for my recovery.”
He comes back and stares at her. “But then she’s here and, fuck, if we’d been anywhere else when I kissed her, I would have buried my cock deep inside her and marked her as mine.”
“So fuck her.” Mason gestures to her draped over me. “She wants all of us. She’s not asking for a commitment. You aren’t declaring undying love for the woman.”
The urge to cover her ears to protect her from this surges through me, but I don’t. If she hears, she hears. She knows the deal. I slide my hand up her side to play with her breast pressed into my chest. Fuck, she’s got nice, firm breasts.
“We should give her time to adjust to this.” Wyatt leans his head back. “She wanted to wait.”
I wish I had her turned around so the others could watch the flush of arousal working its way up her neck into her cheeks and down over her breasts. My cock twitches inside her, and she shifts her hips. My cock hardens more, eager to come again.
Fuck, I want her on her hands and knees, sucking off Aiden while I rail her from behind. So many fucking positions and things to try with her.
The others begin to talk logistics. But I realize I have a dilemma. Greer’s sleeping and aroused, and I really want to fuck her, but after this morning…
“I went down on Greer this morning while she was asleep and she freaked the fuck out.” I shift her on me a little and tip her sleeping face up so I can look at her. My chest softens. “She’s had some trauma in the past.”
When I look at the others, I have their full attention. We all guessed when we discussed sexual partners and what she’d done, willingly, in the past. I don’t know who hurt her, but I want to find him and tear him apart.
“Her ex grabbed her.” My fingers stroke over the bruises on her upper arm, marring her pale skin. “I don’t know if it was the first time. But I stepped in to protect her. She cried when we left. Like full-on meltdown. Not because that bastard put his hands on her, but because I protected her.”
I can’t betray her confidence. I can’t tell them about the murder basement or her confession that no one has protected her since she was a kid. But there are things that we need to know going forward. To help protect her.
“She’s strong, but we might be too much for her.” I don’t want to let her go, but I also don’t want to be the reason she’s more broken.
“I take it you don’t mean physically?” Mason leans his elbows on his desk. His gaze goes to the fragile girl in my arms.
I shake my head. Everyone remains quiet and thoughtful.
I’ve never really been a violent guy. I did sports in school. Got in stupid fights. But I’ve never wanted to hurt someone the way I want to hurt whoever hurt Greer. It doesn’t make sense, but it consumes me.
This is supposed to be a no-strings-attached fuck fest. I liked her from the start, and the more I get to know her, the more attached I’m becoming.
Me! The manwhore.
Fuck, we’ve known her a couple days and already she’s got us locked in tight without even trying. I’m not saying I want to marry her, but I’m definitely not letting her go.
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GREER
Movement wakes me. I open my eyes and meet Wyatt’s hazel eyes over Roarke’s shoulder. Blinking, I realize my naked body is against Roarke’s naked body and we’re moving up the stairs. There’s a blanket wrapped around me, though.
Yawning, I lift my head and find Aiden and Mason walking with us.
“Shh, poppet. We’re all going to bed.” Roarke’s hand strokes my back, and I let out a little sigh.
I rest my head on his shoulder and we pass by the now-empty kitchen. “How long was I asleep?”
Roarke chuckles. “You didn’t miss anything, poppet. Mase went up and made sure the cleaners were taken care of.”
My stomach grumbles. I should have eaten more dinner, but my nerves were frayed.
“Hungry, kitten?” Wyatt brushes my hair out of my face. “Take her and clean her up. I’ll bring up some snacks. Her room?”
“Yes, her room,” Mason answers.
I meet his intense gaze. My pussy pulses remembering him inside my mouth as Roarke remained deep inside me while the others watched. Need throbs between my legs, empty. My level of arousal alarms me. I’ve never been the type to go all night, but suddenly, my libido is on overdrive. I want them even now, when I should be satiated.
The door to my room opens and Roarke drops the blanket from around us. He repositions me to look him in the face.
“Up for another ride, poppet?” His blue eyes sparkle with mischief as the tip of his cock brushes my pussy.
I suck in a breath.
“Have you ever had shower sex?” Roarke grins.
When I shake my head and bite my lip, his grin grows. The shower turns on and I lift my head to see Aiden stepping out of the bathroom. He sits on the edge of my bed and gives me a smile.
“Don’t take all night. We have things to discuss.” Mason moves to my dresser and starts pulling things out.
“In that case.” Roarke carries me into the bathroom and right into the shower. I gasp at the sudden water falling over me. He presses me back against the tile and his mouth claims mine, hungry and intense. Keying me up even more. His hand slips between my thighs and slides along my clit. Sparks ignite within my blood.
My hips follow his fingers like they’re a pied piper, leading me to ruin. His tongue strokes mine as he devours me. His chest brushes against my hardened nipples and his cock teases my entrance. I’m so turned on, I need him inside me.
He lifts his mouth from mine and rests his head on my forehead. “Tell me, poppet, are you always this wet?”
I shake my head. “Only for you guys.”
“Good girl.” He presses against my clit as his thick cock thrusts inside me, stretching me open again. I draw in a shaky breath and weave my fingers into his hair. He growls against my neck. “Fuck, you feel so good, Greer.”
He slowly eases out before pressing back in. He’s so deep inside me. His captivating blue eyes lock with mine as he slides out and back in deep, slow and easy. My breath catches as he grins.
“Tomorrow, I’m spending an hour going down on you, poppet. Licking every inch of your pretty pussy.” He sinks inside me, drawing out and right back in. The pressure swells, inching me closer and closer to the edge. My hips clumsily follow his lead. “I’ll make you come until you scream and then I’m going to do it all over again until you beg me to fuck you. To put my cock in your trembling pussy and fuck you until you can’t stop coming.”
“Roarke,” I whisper as I clench his hair in my fist and my head drops back against the tile. I’m so close. Everything tingles.
“Then I’ll spend another hour figuring out this tight little body of yours. I want to find all the places that make you gasp, sigh, squirm, and come.” His words push me even higher. “I’ll ease my cock into that tight ass and fuck you like no one else has.”
Moaning, I wind closer and closer.
He puts his hands on the tiles beside my head. “Ride me, Greer. Fuck yourself on my cock until you cover me in your cum.”
I rock my hips against him, slow at first, a little uncertain, but then I find a rhythm and watch his face. His gaze is intense. His lips part, and he lets out a groan when I move a certain way. It’s fascinating to experiment and hot as hell to have his pleasure in my control, knowing he could take over at any moment.
He shifts his hips, changing his angle. Moaning, I rub my clit on him as he hits a spot inside me that makes my insides buzz.
“Roarke. Fuck.” I close my eyes against the waves preparing to crash over me.
“Open your eyes and look at me when I fuck you, poppet.”
I open my eyes and topple over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure takes me under while Roarke keeps me grounded. I cry out as his hands grab my hips. He keeps the pleasure rolling through me as he thrusts hard and fast, pistoning in and out of my pussy.
He groans, and his thrusts hit me in that spot that pushes me right back over the edge.
I cry out his name, unable to hold the connection anymore as he thrusts deep one final time. His cock jerks against my walls as warm cum fills me. I wrap around him, holding on tight.
His hands smooth over my ass. His breathing is ragged as he says, “I never want to leave this pussy.”
Sighing, I laugh a little as we both take deep breaths to come down. “I’m okay with that.”
He chuckles and tips my chin up. His blue eyes are so easy to lose myself in.
“I’m not sure it would work long term, but I’d be willing to give it a go.” Roarke lifts me against him, still buried deep inside me. My brain knows he’s talking about keeping his cock inside my pussy. It’s sexual, but my heart leaps a little.
Stupid heart.
“Less fucking, more cleaning.” Wyatt stands in the doorway with his arms crossed. “I’ve brought her food. If you’re going to fuck her constantly, she’ll need some calories.”
“Fine.” Roarke kisses me but then disengages and lowers my feet to the shower floor. He grabs the soap bottle and holds it out to me, indicating he wants to pour some into my hand. He fills mine, then takes some and puts the bottle back.
He rubs his hands together and runs them over me instead of himself. I gladly put my soapy hands all over Roarke’s toned and built body, squeaking when he cleans between my legs and ass. I spend a little extra time washing his cock while he works on his shoulders that I couldn’t reach.
He backs me into the wall. I look up at him as I stroke his hard cock with soap. Sliding my hand down over his balls, I bite my lip, and he groans. My pussy pulses empty, longing to feel him inside me again.
“You’re going to get me into so much trouble, poppet.” He kisses me senseless and drags me under the water to rinse off.
The shower door opens and Wyatt holds a towel open for me.
“Go on, poppet. I can’t keep you forever.” Roarke smacks my ass.
I step into the towel and Wyatt’s arms. I glance back at Roarke and he’s washing off the soap. He winks, and my pussy throbs. Forever would be okay.
Shit, yeah, no, no forever. No entanglement. Wyatt’s hazel eyes watch me with a smile. His hands rub the towel over me, not missing an inch.
“Sore, kitten.” He pat dries my pussy with the towel.
I shake my head. Just the few inches I took of his cock stretched me. I’d be up to try again.
His eyebrow lifts. “We all need to talk first, kitten, but if you’re still in the mood after…”
His mouth claims mine as he drops the towel and grabs my ass to draw my naked body against his clothed one. I press up on my tiptoes as he leans down. After a few uncomfortable seconds, he lifts me against him. Squealing, I wrap my legs around his waist.
Kissing me, he carries me into the bedroom and lowers me onto the bed. I release him and he gives me a look that promises so much more that I ache.
“Come here, mouse.” Mason holds out his hand to me and I go willingly to him. He sits on the edge of the bed next to Aiden. “This will be less distracting with you clothed.”
He holds out a pair of panties for me. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I step into them and he draws them up. They’re not mine, and they look expensive.
I lift an eyebrow at Mason and he chuckles darkly.
“I may have confiscated your old panties and bras and replaced them with some new ones.” He slides his hand over the silky material covering my ass. His gaze roams over me freely before he holds up a negligee.
“I have pajamas,” I protest. The nightgown is little more than a slip that will just cover my ass by half an inch.
“Not like this.” He slips it over my head and the silk falls softly over my curves, held up by thin straps and covering the panties. “Now behave and have a seat.”
When I go to sit next to him, he pulls me down onto his lap, turning me so I face Roarke and Wyatt leaning against the wall. Roarke has a towel wrapped around his waist and a smirk on his lips.
Aiden sits next to me and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Good, little warrior?”
I nod and search his haunted blue eyes. “You?”
He nods. I don’t want to push on Aiden’s boundaries. But giving up his kisses is tragic. I’ll deal with it. We’ve talked about it. It’s for the best and not forever.
Wyatt steps forward and grabs a plate of cut fruit and raw veggies off the nightstand and hands it to me. “Eat, kitten.”
“Thank you.” I give him a grateful smile and set the plate on my lap. His gaze follows my hand as I pick a strawberry up and pop it into my mouth.
Mason grabs the pages off my nightstand and holds them in front of me. “This is a list of what we would like to do to you. You can put no next to any you aren’t curious about. It’s a fairly comprehensive list that gets detailed.”
I nod and take a bite-sized piece of broccoli next from my plate.
“Read it over and fill in your answers by Monday. For now, I’m going to list some of the things we’re most interested in. I want to know if you’ve done them with a consenting partner. Do you understand, little mouse?”
I nod and swallow. I pick up a raspberry and eat it. Consenting.
They aren’t asking to know everything. They aren’t digging into my past. But tonight with those two men here in this house, I feel exposed. Was some of it consenting? It’s complicated, and some of it doesn’t seem real.
I don’t dwell on the past because it only hurts me. When Roarke’s and Wyatt’s cocks were inside me, it was easy to forget about the nightmares from my past. But now, Mason wants me to differentiate.
Consenting only. Fuck.