Chapter 22
Chapter twenty-two
Greer
Kissing Kai in reality is a lot like kissing him in my nightmare but better, because it’s real. His lips are soft like pillows, and his hands on my waist pull me into him.
The motion makes my body hit the chair I was in, and it clatters to the ground. It startles me, and I attempt to pull away, but Kai’s grip doesn’t allow me to.
“Leave it,” he mumbles against my lips.
His lean yet strong body molds to mine, and I sigh into his mouth.
He moves me so my ass digs into the solid wood of the dining table.
His tongue glides along my lips, and I don’t think twice about opening up to him.
When our tongues touch, the spices of dinner mixed with notes of dry white wine mingle together.
His deep and satisfied groan vibrates my skin, tickling me as I arch my chest into his, my nipples already hard against the cups of my bra.
I’d like to say the room around us fades, but it doesn’t. I’m hyper aware that Remi is seated next to us, his gaze watching where Kai’s tongue eagerly massages mine. The dishes rattle on the table every time he pushes into me, our bodies eddying together like cream stirred into coffee.
Then there’s the brooding man I didn’t expect to see tonight. His stare is heavy on my back, and the image of him watching along with Remi only increases the arousal building in my core.
I unfurl my hands fisting Kai’s shirt and let them travel up his back. The grooves and dips of his lean muscles inspire me to kiss him deeper.
He has control of the kiss, but I want it now. I place my hands on his shoulder blades where I know the angel wings are tattooed and lightly dig my nails into them through the fabric.
The answering whimper that works its way up his throat is all the encouragement I need to continue.
I lift my hips into his, the hard length of him pressing into the heated space between my thighs.
When I burrow my nails deeper into his back, his dick responds to the action with a pulse. I guess someone likes the pain.
I take advantage of his next moan, leaning in while pulling him toward me, my tongue dominating his now.
There’s no hesitation from him in the power switch, our kiss moving at the voracious pace that I set.
My confidence surges, and every thought I’ve had over the past couple of days—including work and my nightmare—fall away.
The only thing that matters is right now, that I have three otherworldly-looking men lusting after me.
The idea of it is so absurd. I’ve never been with two men at the same time, let alone three.
I suppose I don’t know if all three want to be with me, anyway. I for sure know Remi and Kai are game—we’ve said as much since we played earlier. But Sam is a new addition, a very hot and broody new addition that I’ve already imagined being intimate with, alongside the other two.
The table creaks beneath the weight of both Kai and I, and I gently push at his chest, pulling his lower lip between my teeth as I go. His hooded eyes filled with desire meet mine.
“I want somewhere private,” I demand.
“Nobody will come here except us,” Remi says.
Kai and I turn our heads toward him. He’s standing now, his hands fisted at his sides, a coy smile planted on his features.
I grin back at him. “Alright, somewhere more comfortable than a table, then.”
He drags his tongue over his teeth. I liken the way he looks right now to a starving man, one who’s hungry for me.
A vision of me spread out on the table with his head between my thighs flashes behind my eyelids, and while that sounds hot, it sounds uncomfortable.
If I’m going to get destroyed by these men, I want to be somewhere fit for that activity.
Sam’s baritone voice resounds around us. “My room.”
Given how Kai and Remi stiffen, I don’t think I’m the only one surprised by Sam’s offer. I know he joined us for dinner, and I was imagining him being a part of this, but I didn’t think he’d be the one to offer up his space.
I turn enough in Kai’s arms that I can see Sam.
His sharp gaze, eyes near black, are focused on me.
His long body leans back casually in his chair.
Everything about him screams dominance, and I’m reminded of the man who took control of the scene I watched yesterday, telling Kai to call Remiel Daddy… among other commands.
Do I know much about Sam? No. But am I turned on by him? Drawn to him like I’m drawn to Remi and Kai? Yes. Very much yes.
“Lead the way.” The words spill from me easily.
Kai steps back so I can move, but he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, asking with his eyes if I’m sure. A tiny smile graces my lips, and I nod. This is all new, but I’m sure.
Remi asks me the same question in his gaze, and I give him the same answer with a dip of my chin. He gestures with a quick motion of his fingers for us to follow. I take a step toward him but quickly realize Sam isn’t following, so I stop, making Remi and Kai pause as well.
“Aren’t you coming?” I ask Sam.
“Greer.” He says my name like a professor would in a lecture.
“That’s my name,” I reply cheekily.
Kai and Remi stifle a laugh, and I stare the brooding man down with my shoulders popped back.
“Smart mouth, I see,” he says. “Are you trying to give Kai a run for his money?”
I shrug. “It’s me. Take it, or leave it.”
Sam sits forward in his chair and rests his elbows on the table with his fingers steepled. His eyes are almost too intense to look into—it’s like he’s staring straight into my soul. Kai and Remi have that same quality as well, but Sam’s is…deeper. Like he’s trying to see what makes me tick.
The sound of his chair shifting back on the wooden floor prickles my skin.
He stands, his larger-than-life presence filling the room alongside Kai’s and Remi’s.
His clothes are nice as well, like he was styled professionally.
He’s got on a black ribbed turtleneck and black slacks with a black leather belt.
Not many people can pull off black on black, but he does—and he makes it look mouthwateringly good.
Sam walks around the table and stops in front of me and Kai, Remi at his back a small distance away.
This is the first time I’ve been in close proximity with the three of them at once, and I’ll admit, it’s a bit overwhelming.
I’m both tall and plus-sized; it’s not often I feel small.
But with these three men, I feel like a plump shrimp they all look ready to devour.
My hunger that should be gone from dinner flares to life, and I have to stop myself from jumping the man then pulling Kai and Remi down on top of us. My brain is being ridiculous and telling me that’s the only way to satiate it.
Sam steps closer, his eyes floating down my form, taking me in from head to toe before our eyes meet again. “I’m not going to touch you, Greer.”
Rejection stings in the pit of my stomach, and my head ducks automatically. My chin only lifts when Sam’s finger brings it up so I can meet his sharp gaze. A shiver works along my spine when his thumb rubs at my jaw.
“I should be clearer. I want to watch Remiel and Malachi have their way with you. Does that sound alright?”
Apparently, the majority of us have got a voyeurism kink up in this inn. After this, the only one who hasn’t watched will be Remi. But I don’t need to know more about him to understand he isn’t someone who stands by with idle hands. He’s a man of action.
“Alright.”
Sam studies my face for a long moment as if he wants to say more but drops his hand. My stomach flips at the loss, and there’s an emptiness in my chest that I want to be filled by his touch.
Why did I agree to his offer? I want to take it back. I don’t want him to only watch; I want them all to participate. But I agreed, and whatever his reasoning, him being in the room will have to be enough. Maybe he’s being this way since he’s the only one of the three I haven’t gotten to know.
Before joining us for dinner, I’d been learning more about Remi and Kai.
It was easy to see they loved each other, and I found out they’ve lived in Elysian Pines since they were young adults.
Kai runs the bar but also helps at the inn, while Remi owns the inn and is something akin to a town council member as well.
They shared with me their love for the outdoors and Christmas, something we don’t have in common. Which they already knew. Kai also loves to tell stupid jokes that make you cringe-laugh. For instance: What did one eye say to the other? Between us, something smells. So dumb.
Remembering the joke makes me smile, which Sam takes as my further acceptance of his words.
“Good.” He turns away from me and locks eyes with Remi. “Let’s go. I want Greer to be comfortable.”