43. Riley
When everything Chloehas been through finally catches up with her, it’s early evening. We did talk about some of what she went through on the streets throughout the day, and I filled her in a little more about my time with the Reapers too, but for the last couple of hours we’ve simply been hanging out—giggling a little, enjoying some snacks Logan quietly delivered to us, and snuggling together in the big bed in my room like we’ve done dozens of times before. Having a pajama party, we used to call it. Neither one of us have actual pajamas right now, but we do have unlimited streaming and found Whip It, a movie we used to watch with our Mom, on one of the services.
Chloe falls asleep halfway through the movie with her head on my shoulder. She passes out hard, dead to the world, and I sit with her as the movie wraps up, stroking her hair back from her forehead like I used to when she was little and feeling so fucking grateful to have this moment with her that my throat closes up, my eyes pricking with the hot sting of tears I won’t shed.
I’ve done enough of that. I’m not going to do it now, when I’m happy.
I never would have gotten her back without the Reapers’ help. Not the first time, and definitely not the second. And I never would have had a day like today either, where I didn’t have to worry about anything other than how happy I was to be reunited with her, if it hadn’t been for them.
It’s an amazing feeling to actually have people looking out for me and keeping the wolves at bay so I could have that, and I’m suddenly overcome with the need to… I don’t even know. Be with them? Let them know how I feel? Thank them?
All of the above.
I pull the covers up to Chloe’s chin and smooth them down around her shoulders, then head downstairs. The guys are all in the living room, and I’m hit with so many feelings when I see them that I freeze for a moment, not really sure what I’m doing here.
Yes, I’m grateful to them. Beyond grateful. They’ve done so much for me, all together and each of them individually. But I still never expected to develop feelings like this. For all of them.
“Hey there, princess,” Dante greets me with a lazy, sexy-as-fuck smile that reminds me of the first time I saw him. The first time I slept with him. Maddoc’s gaze is just as intense as the first time I met him, too… but there’s so much more behind it now. And Logan?
I shiver as his pale eyes meet mine, but it’s not with the fear that filled me when they first brought me here. Just like with his brothers, my feelings about Logan are… well, it’s just hard to believe how much everything has changed in such a short time. How far we’ve all come.
And how much it hurts to know that my time with them will be over soon.
I take a breath and smile, because now is not the time for that kind of pain. Not while I’m still here. Not while I still have them. And suddenly, I’m thinking of that meeting we had with The Six. Of how one of the women there—the beautiful, dark-haired one who was missing part of her arm—seemed to have feelings for three different men in the panel who faced us.
No, more than just feelings. It looked a lot like all four of them were in an actual relationship, a kind of relationship that I never would have imagined working, much less wanting, before seeing how the four of them interacted… and before meeting Maddoc, Dante, and Logan myself.
These men, my men, are as close as brothers. They must know how I feel, and the way they’re looking at me, I can’t doubt how they feel. So maybe I’m not the weird one. Maybe none of us are. Maybe it’s totally okay to have had sexual experiences, to have developed feelings, for all three of these Reapers.
And maybe I should use the limited time I do still have with them to do something about that
I go to Dante first, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him toward me. Kissing him like he’s the air I need as he wraps those big, inked-up arms around me and turns it into something just as sweet and dirty as every other time we’ve come together.
When we come up for air, he lets me go with an easy grin, and I turn to Maddoc.
He likes to dominate. Likes to be in charge. But right now, he lets me take the lead as I cross the room to him and tug his face down to meet mine.
Our lips meet, and his taste is fucking intoxicating. Even though he waited for me to come to him, now that I’m here, he does take charge. He takes my breath away, kissing me like everything we’ve done together, everything we’ve shared, has meant just as much to him as it’s meant to me.
Of the three of them, it took me the longest to find my way with Logan, but now that I have, I want him just as much as the other two… but still have just the slightest hint of uncertainty when it comes to the unpredictable way he’s reacted to me in the past.
And yet, when I go to him and then hesitate for a split second, he doesn’t. He palms the back of my head, his lips tipping up in the faintest hint of a smile—the kind no one who wasn’t looking for it would even notice—and kisses me. I mean, kisses me. As if everything that he keeps in check, the controlled way he moves through the world, is all containing an inferno of passion. An inferno that he unleashes on me the moment our lips touch.
When we break apart, my head is spinning.
And then it spins just a little bit more when that secretive hint of a smile from before spreads to a real one.
“Riley,” he says softly, turning my name into a caress.
“Our princess,” Dante says, holding a hand out.
Logan gives me a little push, and I move back toward Dante, taking his outstretched hand and letting him tug me onto his lap.
A hot thrill goes through me. This time, he handles me like he owns me, and his thick thighs—all hard muscle and seductive strength—bunch and flex under my ass as he positions me how he wants me, tangles one hand in the back of my hair and grips my jaw with the other one, and kisses me again. Taking control of this one until I’m panting into his mouth, clinging to his shoulders, and growing wet and ready for anything, everything, he wants to give me.
The kiss threatens to scorch me from the inside out, but when it ends, the hot challenge in his eyes is even more arousing.
“What?” I whisper, wanting to lick away the smirk on his lips and drown in the warmth of his vibrant green gaze.
He traces my mouth with his finger, then drags it down my throat. “Kissing my brothers in front of me was sexy as fuck, princess. Pretty sure they each felt the same. But as much as I liked it, you know what I liked even better?”
Heat rushes through me, a tingling, electric sense of urgency that just goes to prove whatever he’s teasing me with now, I already want it.
Dante sees it on my face, because of course he does. This man has been able to read my emotions from the beginning. As ruthless and dangerous as he may be to the outside world, as hard as he can be around the edges, there’s a part of him that’s always connected with me on a level beyond that.
“Tell me,” I say breathlessly.
He grins, his expression so heated that my heart starts racing, my blood singing with anticipation for whatever comes next.
I’m not the only one. I can feel it. I’m the sole focus of all three of these powerful men, and as Dante’s finger dips lower, tugging the loose collar of my shirt down and running across my collarbone, then down between my breasts, Logan and Maddoc come closer, surrounding me.
“What I liked even better,” Dante says, his voice taking on a rasping, husky note that has me pressing my thighs together as heat floods between them, “was hearing you with Logan the other night.”
Behind me, Logan—always in control—makes a rough sound, almost a groan, but bitten off. It’s hot as hell to think of Dante’s words hitting him like that, and I squirm, gasping a little, as Dante’s eyes flare with dark heat.
“I heard you and Madd too,” he says in a rough whisper, his length swelling, hardening underneath me. “It was hot as fuck.”
I want to look. I want to turn and look at the other two. To see if they’re as turned on by Dante knowing what we did as I am. But I can’t look away.
Dante leans closer. He forces my head back and turns it to the side, brushing the long waves of my hair back and giving me my wish. Maddoc and Logan’s gazes both burn into me with scorching intensity as Dante’s lips brush the sensitive skin just under my ear.
“I know they heard you with me too, princess. I know my brothers liked it, like you, just as much as I do. But maybe they want to do more than just listen, yeah? Maybe they want to see more than how fucking sexy you look kissing their brothers. I know I sure as fuck do. Maybe they want to watch something hotter.”
“Yes,” I whisper, my whole body on fire as he paints a deliciously dirty picture in my mind.
Dante nips my earlobe, and a shiver moves through me. “I want to fuck you again.”
“Yes.”
“I want to fuck you right here.”
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp.
“I want to fuck you in front of my brothers, let them see how gorgeous you are when you scream for me, and then I want to see how good you look taking their cocks too.”
A flush of arousal moves through me like a tidal wave, and the burning looks Logan and Maddoc have locked onto me send flutters cascading through my stomach.
I want this. I’ll have to leave soon, and when Chloe and I get the fuck out of Halston, I know it won’t be safe to ever look back. I want this, but not just because of how turned on I am at the idea of being watched, of having all of them, of sharing such a hot sexual experience with the three men I crave like a drug, but because… because it’s them.
Because of what I feel for them.
Because I want what I saw with The Six, even if it’s just for tonight.
I want all three of them.
“Will you do that, princess?” Dante asks, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the side of my throat. “Will you let us have you like that?”
I moan softly, more turned on than I can remember being in… ever.
And then I nod.