38. June
Itake the stairs because I’m too anxious to wait for the elevator. When I reach their floor, I see they left their door partially open. My stomach is getting tight, and jittery energy is coursing through my veins. I wonder if I’ll ever stop feeling nervous around them. It’s fine when I know sex isn’t likely to happen, but I know very well I’m not coming over for only cake. Or maybe I am. The song “Cake By The Ocean” by DNCE plays in my head.
I should have gone to bed. It’s the sensible choice, but when it comes to these boys, I can’t resist them.
“Hello?” I call out as I enter.
The main lights are off, but the TV is on, and there’s some illumination coming from the kitchen counter lights. No sign of the boys though. What are they up to?
I keep walking when suddenly, Lachy jumps from a dark corner and wraps his arms around my waist. “Boo!”
My heart jumps up to my throat, and naturally, I screech, “H-E-double hockey sticks!”
He laughs. “H-E-double hockey sticks?”
“You scared me to death.” I press my hand over my chest. “Jesus.”
“I couldn’t resist.”
“I told Lachy it was a stupid idea,” Ryan says from behind us. “Sorry, Peaches.”
Lachy is still holding me, so all I can do is look over my shoulder. Ryan and Jake are now standing near the kitchen.
“It’s okay.” I turn to Lachy. “But be warned, there will be payback.”
His brows arch, followed by a slow and sensual grin that tugs the corners of his lips. “I can’t wait.”
He surprises me when he leans down and kisses me. It’s the first time he’s done so in front of Ryan and Jake after our hotel room adventure. My heart is thundering now for different reasons. I surrender to his kiss, and to the yearning that’s been consuming me since these boys came into my life.
A throat clearing snaps me out of the haze, and heat spreads across my cheeks.
I pull back, stepping away from Lachy’s warm embrace. “Where’s the cake?”
“In the fridge.” Ryan walks to the kitchen, and I follow him, very much aware of Jake’s and Lachy’s gazes branding me.
Ryan sets the luscious cake on the counter, and my mouth waters. I’m glad I didn’t order dessert at the restaurant.
“That looks so good,” I say.
“Not as good as you,” Jake whispers in my ear in a voice as smooth as whiskey poured over ice. He’s behind me, and the proximity sends chills of desire down my spine.
“Thanks,” I murmur.
Ryan is smiling like a fiend when he asks, “How big?”
I blink fast. “What?”
He has the cake cutter hovering over his creation. “How much cake do you want, Peaches?”
“Oh, a small piece, please. Too much sugar before bed will keep me up all night.”
He chuckles, and I close my eyes for a second, realizing the double entendre.
“There you go.” He slides the plate to me with a very large piece of cake on it.
My eyes widen. “You call this small?”
“Trust me. You’ll lick the plate.”
Jake moves away from me but doesn’t go far. Lachy is also hovering nearby, and they’re all watching me. “You’re not going to eat?”
“We’re fine watching you.” Ryan smiles.
I put my hands on my hips and glower at the trio. “Oh heck no. There’s no chance I’ll eat cake alone while you watch. Now everyone get a piece and join me in the living room.”
I grab my plate and stride away from the kitchen. I could have gone to the dining table, which would be more practical, but then I’d have to choose a chair, and I’d be far away from one of the boys. So the couch it is.
Belatedly, it dawns on me that maybe they don’t like food in the living room, but then I remember they’re guys. Of course they eat while watching TV.
“Don’t you love when June is bossy, lads?” Lachy asks.
I look at them with my brow raised.
“Yes, very much so.” Jake keeps his piercing eyes trained on me, and I feel the intensity of that heated gaze down to my core.
I can’t eat cake alone for two reasons. One, I’d feel self-conscious stuffing my face while three gorgeous men watch me. And two, it’d be impossible to enjoy the dessert if desire is making me melt.
Ryan serves his roommates cake, then gets a plate for himself too before everyone joins me.
Jake and Lachy sit on either side of me, and Ryan, being the last to arrive, sits on the floor right in front of me. Now I’m surrounded by them, and it feels intimate and cozy like we’ve been doing this for years. The feeling is completely foreign to me. I thought I had that with Bill, but experiencing the real deal for the first time, I understand now that I’d been projecting.
Now would be a good time to ask what exactly we’re doing, but fear makes me tongue-tied. I take a bite of the cake instead… and moan out loud.
Ryan looks at me. “Is that your seal of approval?”
I cover my half-full mouth so I can reply. “Are you kidding me? This is delicious. The best tres leches cake I’ve ever eaten.”
He puffs up his chest and smiles proudly. “Thank you, Peaches.”
I forget the boys for a moment and focus solely on the cake. It gets better with every bite. The sweetness is just enough, and combined with the moisture and the hint of coconut on my tongue, it’s divine. Ryan was right, I could lick the plate.
When I look up, I find all of them staring. “What?”
“You really like cake.” Jake laughs.
I notice none of them have touched theirs. In the end, I did stuff my face in front of them. My cheeks are so hot, I need to put ice on them. “Not fair. You just sat there and watched me eat.”
“Och, and what sight it was, lass.” Lachy reaches toward my face. “You have a little bit here.” He wipes cake from the corner of my mouth, which should embarrass me more, but his blue eyes are pure fire, and all I can think about is the need to eat more cake, but off his body.
I grab his wrist and suck his thumb into my mouth. My plate disappears from my lap, and then Ryan’s hands are on my thighs. Damn it. Why the hell didn’t I change out of my jeans? Jake pushes my hair to the side and licks my neck. Goose bumps form everywhere.
I release Lachy’s thumb and turn my face toward Jake. His mouth finds mine in an instant, and his tongue is hungry, as if I’m the dessert.
He pulls back, but his gaze remains glued to my lips. Lachy won’t be denied though. He pinches my chin and turns me toward him so he can savor me too. Meanwhile, Ryan runs his fingers up my thigh and under my shirt. I’m still kissing Lachy when Ryan licks my stomach.
Breathing becomes difficult, all thanks to the way my heart is beating at a hundred miles per hour.
Lachy leans back and caresses the swell of my breasts with a feather-like touch. “Your shirt is lovely, lass, but your tits are better.”
I sigh. “I know.”
“Let’s see them. I’m having withdrawals.” Ryan unhooks every snap on the front, then parts the fabric. At least my top was a good choice.
“I know how I want to eat my dessert.” Lachy breaks off a piece of the cake and smears it over my right breast.
The coldness makes my nipple as hard as a pebble. I gasp when he eats the cake off me. Ryan does the same, and now both are licking my breasts. I throw my head back, arching my neck, then Jake smears his cake over the sensitive skin. When all the cake is gone from me, they ease back.
“We need to get you out of your clothes, Peaches,” Ryan says in a husky tone.
“Agreed.”
I jump to my feet and shrug off my top, which was still hanging around my arms, and then unbutton my jeans. Ryan removes my shoes one by one, then peels my jeans off, along with my underwear. He looks up. “So stunning.”
Smiling, I run my fingers through his hair. I should say something, but I can’t find the words.
Jake runs his fingers across the base of my spine. “She is stunning. A masterpiece.”
“You didn’t finish your dessert yet,” I reply.
God, why can’t I say something sexy for a change?
Lachy grins. “No, we didn’t.”
He exchanges glances with Ryan and Jake, and it’s like they share a secret message. My stomach coils in anticipation. Suddenly, Ryan bends his knee and lifts me in his arms.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Like you said, we didn’t finish our dessert yet.” He walks to the dining room, followed by Jake and Lachy.
Jake has all the plates of cake, and Lachy brings a thick blanket and a couple pillows, which he uses to cover the dining table.
“What’s going on?”
Ryan lays me on the table, sporting a cheeky grin. “It turns out the best way to eat tres leches cake is off you. Now spread wide, beautiful.”
My chest is heaving. This is perhaps the hottest thing I’m about to do besides sleeping with three men at the same time. I do as he asks and spread my legs. With eyes blazing and locked on mine, he smears cake over my pubic bone. I’m glad I had a full Brazilian wax the other day.
My head is propped up by the pillows, and I hold his stare when he brings his mouth down and his tongue darts out to lick a piece of cake off me. My clit throbs, making me gasp. “Ryan...”
I’m so turned on that I could probably climax without being touched anywhere else.
“Peaches...” He digs his fingers into my inner thighs, spreading them farther apart, and runs his tongue down until he finds my clit. My hips would have buckled if Ryan wasn’t holding me in place.
Jake holds his plate over my stomach, drawing my attention to him. As if daring me to stop him, he tilts it over slowly, and juices from the cake drip down on me, cool and sticky. He sets the plate aside before bending over to lick the sweetness off my skin. Ryan keeps working my clit, teasing it with side-to-side strokes. I’m completely losing my mind already. I never knew how many different types of pleasure I could feel.
“You look so delicious, lass.” Lachy smears a little bit of cake over my lips, then leans down to kiss me. His tongue is slow and sensuous. He’s really taking the time to savor me.
He covers my left breast with his big, calloused hand and kneads it carefully as he kisses me. I’m unraveling quickly, and when Jake moves up a bit and sucks my right nipple into his mouth, I lose it. My entire body quakes as wisps of desire spread through my body like wildfire. Lachy’s kiss deepens, Jake sucks my nipple harder, and Ryan is fucking me now with his fingers. I’m not even sure I can keep track of all the delicious things they’re doing to me.
I’m soaring high, uncaring what will happen to me when I come crashing down. That’s tomorrow’s problem. Tonight, all that matters is how happy these men make me.