18. Thea
18
Thea
“ D on’t you think this is a bit much for a night at the movies?”
Eden gave me a once over and grinned. “Nope.”
“It’s too much, I should just wear some jeans,” I whined, not at all convinced the red wrap dress she’d squeezed me into was appropriate for afternoon tea followed by a Bruce Lee omnibus.
I was still in shock that the guys had come up with the idea of a date night. No doubt it had something to do with the fact I’d given them all the cold shoulder last night. Knowing Cassian had thought we were fucking siblings gave me the ick, but what made it worse was him confiding in the others and not one of them saying anything.
Relationships were about communication. Or so I’d heard. If we couldn’t talk about shit like this, our insane relationship would never work.
“A dress is better. Easy access.” Eden rooted through her vast makeup box in search of the perfect lipstick (her words).
“Why would I need easy access?” I asked, confused.
“Um, have you never been to the movies with a hot guy and made out in the dark?”
“I’ve never been to the movies,” I admitted, slightly embarrassed at my lack of real world experience.
She stared at me, scandalized by my candid confession. “Oh my, you have some catching up to do!” After some more rummaging around, she pulled out a lipstick in the exact shade of red as my dress. And also the lingerie set she’d insisted I wear. The bra felt like it was a size too small, as my boobs were busting out, but Eden had refused to let me swap it out for a plainer black one.
“Perfect,” she announced once she’d painted my lips to her exacting standards. “This one’s kiss proof, by the way. Possibly even blow job proof, although it doesn’t mention blow jobs on the marketing blurb. Guess you can test it!”
“Eden, I am not giving anyone a blow job while watching a movie. Or while we’re eating cakes,” I added, as an afterthought, in case she suggested it.
The bitch winked. “Course not, babe.”
I stepped out of the elevator to find the guys waiting for me. Ronan and Conal stood leaning against the reception desk, talking to Kyril. Ronan whistled loudly when he saw me.
“Looking good, àilleag ! Got any room in your harem for one more?” I laughed at the exaggerated wink he threw me before Kyril shoved him back and snarled something that sounded a lot like ‘I’m going to kill you’.
“Only joking!” Ronan wheezed, rubbing his throat from where Kyril’s fist had squeezed it a bit too hard. “My compliment comes from a place of brotherly affection. As much as I adore you, Thea, my heart belongs to another.”
“He means several others,” Conal snorted. “But not you, obviously,” he clarified when Kyril shifted his attention to encompass the other Kelly twin.
“You look good enough to eat. Literally.” Landon reached me first, landing a heated kiss on my (hopefully) kiss-proof lips.
“The only eating you’ll be doing is cake,” I told him, taking in his bottle green shirt, dark jeans, and leather jacket. He looked and smelled amazing. They all did.
Cassian wore a charcoal suit with a pink shirt unbuttoned at the neck. Kyril was decked out in black pants and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Apparently, he was impervious to the cold, which made sense given he was born and raised in Russia.
Milo stood a step apart. He wore chinos and a pale blue sweater under a padded jacket. He’d styled his dark hair in loose waves. As I ran my gaze down his chest, his blue-gray eyes sparkled behind his glasses.
“You look beautiful,” he said when I drew close. “Like a gift I very much want to unwrap.”
“Maybe I’ll let you unwrap me later,” I whispered with a grin, before searching for Dario.
“Where’s Dar?”
“Here.” Dar stepped out of a side door. Like Cassian, he wore a suit, but his was pale gray with a black shirt. God, he looked delicious. Like a mafia romance cover model, tattooed and dangerous. Black eyes took me in and then he smiled.
“Let’s go. The car’s waiting,” Cassian announced, drawing my attention from Dario.
Kyril slid close and stole my hand. “Not letting you go tonight, kitten,” he growled.
Landon scowled when he heard that, but he soon settled when I let him take my other hand.
Stupid possessive assholes. Tonight was going to be so much fun.
I almost rolled my eyes at the thought of having to keep them all happy but then decided it didn’t matter. If they wanted to bicker over me, I’d put them on a time-out. It worked for kids, so it would work for them.
By the time the car arrived to take us all back to Declan’s apartment, I could barely keep my eyes open.
It had been a fun afternoon and evening. I’d eaten way too much, but it was hard to resist so many delicious cakes. I never had been good at saying no to baked goods, and as I kept reminding myself, I was eating for two now.
I felt bad Verity hadn’t come with us, but the girls had had a movie marathon of their own planned, which involved binge-watching the Harry Potter movies. Verity was way behind on movies. She’d not seen any of the big blockbusters, so Aoife and Saoirse had made it their mission to ensure she got a thorough education in all things movie-related.
Kyril slid an arm around my waist and pulled me into his shoulder. The hum of traffic around us lulled me to sleep as the car cruised along. I woke briefly when we stopped outside Declan’s building, but someone lifted me up and carried me inside.
When we reached our apartment, I used the bathroom, stripped off, and slid between cool sheets. If the guys wanted a happy ending to their date night, they were shit out of luck.
It was still dark when I next woke with my head resting on Kyril’s chest. He lay on his back, fast asleep and snoring softly. A warm body sandwiched me from behind. Not Milo, though.
When I turned my head, it was Cassian. He opened his eyes and smiled.
“It’s early,” he whispered. “You should try to get some more sleep.”
“Hmm.” His hand slid over my hip and rested on my still-flat belly. The baby was no bigger than a pea right now, according to Google.
As Cassian’s hand crept higher, I tried to move away, but he pulled me backward.
“You better not be starting anything,” a voice grumbled from the bottom of the bed. When I lifted my head, I saw Dario sprawled out, half-covered by a blanket.
“Dar?” I didn’t expect him to be here. Landon, yes, but not Dar. He didn’t have the same relationship with the other guys.
“I didn’t want to leave you,” he whispered. “Not with Torrance still out there somewhere.”
There was no way Torrance would make it past the security in the lobby, but perhaps he had a point. Torrance was both resourceful and highly motivated. And also desperate. With my dad in prison, he’d be looking for a way to curry favor with someone like Marku. The best way to do that was to hand me over.
Cassian pulled me closer and all thoughts of Torrance left my head. It had been a while since we had sex. Too long. But having sex next to Kyril as he slept seemed all kinds of wrong. And also hot.
“Either fuck off or get involved,” Cassian rumbled in a low voice as his hand cupped my breast. “Your choice.”
Dar muttered a few profanities under his breath, but didn’t move. He watched through slitted eyes as Cassian gently eased the quilt down to reveal my now overheated body. I’d gone to bed wearing a slip instead of my usual shorts and tee. Cassian had bought me some nightwear and other essentials when he realized how few items of clothing I had, and I loved the silky fabric and jewel tones. This one was a deep magenta.
He slid his hand between my thighs, groaning softly when he found how wet and ready for him I was.
“You must be quiet or you’ll wake Kyril,” he whispered, brushing over my clit with a feather touch.
I gasped and arched my back, desperate for more. “I’m not sure I can be quiet,” I admitted. Dario propped himself up on one elbow.
“Maybe she needs something in her mouth,” he suggested in a low voice.
“Good idea,” Cassian agreed. His hand left my pussy, and I almost cried with disappointment. But not for long. As Cassian shifted and shucked off his boxers, Dar moved up the bed and yanked my thighs apart.
“Open wide, sweetheart.” Cassian gently tilted my head sideways and pressed his cock against my lips. “Now suck it like a good girl.”
Those words. Good girl . Damn. I wanted so badly to please him. Be his good girl.
My lips parted, and he pushed in, filling my mouth with his cock. I fought not to choke on the size of him, but he took his time. A gentle push and pull as his fingers reached down and caressed my breasts.
“Good girl, you’re doing so well.”
Then I felt Dar’s tongue between my thighs, licking and sucking, tasting me. As Cassian fucked my mouth with his cock, Dar fucked my pussy with his tongue and fingers. One finger, and then two, slid inside me, stretching my tight walls. I clenched down on him, and he groaned softly.
“Fuck, cara , I need to get inside you.”
“You do and you’ll wake the beast,” Cassian warned softly.
Kyril stirred but didn’t open his eyes. It was a miracle he’d not woken up already. And also that Landon and Milo weren’t here. Presumably, they were sleeping in the other rooms.
Dar grumbled some more and then doubled down on his efforts to make me come. Which didn’t take long. When he pressed a third finger against my back hole, I fell apart on his tongue just as Cassian released down my throat with a muffled grunt.
I felt Dar move and then a few seconds later, hot ropes of cum hit my belly, ruining my pretty burgundy slip.
“What the…?” Kyril cracked open an eye and peered across at me, then Cassian and Dar.
“You didn’t think to wake me?” He growled threateningly.
“Thea needs a shower. You can join her,” Cass suggested with a smirk as Dar jumped off the bed, his pants back in place. I tried not to ogle his cut muscles and stubbled jaw, and failed miserably.
Kyril looked pissed at missing out on the fun, but nodded.
“Since those assholes only gave you one pathetic orgasm, it’s only fair I finish what they started.” He smirked at Dario, who glared back at him.
“We were just getting started!”
“Sure. Whatever.” Kyril scoffed dismissively before yanking the slip from my body. The thin fabric tore easily.
“Kyril!” I grouched. “That was a gift from Cassian!”
“I’ll buy you a hundred more.”
It was pointless arguing with him. He’d devolved into caveman mode.
I shrieked as he scooped me up, taking no notice of Dar’s grumbles and Cassian’s smirks, and strode into the bathroom.
“Now let me pleasure you properly, kotenok ,” he purred as he turned the shower on. “You won’t be leaving this room until you’ve come at least five times.”
Now that was a plan I could get on board with.