Chapter 8 #2
Kratos presses a kiss to my forehead before lowering me into one of the chairs that are built into the wall of the bed, right next to Trent. Now that my eyes have had a moment to adjust, I can easily make him out.
"You know we did," I tell him with a smile and watch as his lips quirk up in an adorable little smirk.
My eyes eat him up, exploring his naked chest and the muscles that he's worked hard for, and his adorable pajama pants with handcuffs all over them that I bought him last Christmas.
They came with a set of matching cuffs, and I'm happy to report they've gotten a lot of use.
I'm not sure if I'm actually to blame or not, but Rick seems to think I unlocked a new kink for him, not that I'm complaining.
I never would have guessed how built he was when we first met.
I thought his uniform was just bulky. Boy, was I wrong.
All the guys are in shape, and while that's not everything to me, I won't pretend I wouldn't happily eat my meals off their fucking chests if they asked me to.
Hell, I've eaten whipped cream from worse places before and enjoyed it immensely.
"My eyes are up here, babe," Trent chuckles, tucking his finger under my chin and forcing my head up and eyes away from his chest.
Turning toward me, he scoops me up as if I don't weigh shit, and I won't even pretend I don't love it. It can be annoying when they try to act like they're big and bad, but being manhandled in the bedroom... that's something I never knew I wanted, but I do, so fucking much.
Before he sets me on his lap, I let the towel fall away. It was a miracle it held on as long as it did, but I don't need it anymore.
Just like I expected, his eyes rake over my body, hot and hungry, the same way I just looked him over.
"My eyes are up here, babe," I purr with a smile, and he snorts a laugh, shaking his head at me.
"Fuck, I missed you, Sweetness. Seeing you at those damn things never gets any easier." He grips my chin, holding my gaze as he looks into my eyes, and I see the pain there. I know they hate it; we all do, but it gets results, so we do it and will continue to do it.
Before I can think of something to say, his lips are on mine, hot and heavy to the point where I'm sure my lips will be swollen after he's done with me.
I love it, though, the way he loses himself to me and lets himself have what isn't 'normal.
' For so long, Trent thought he had to be the picture of perfection for his mother and his sister, and to best honor his father's memory, because Rick's dad trusted him to take over what Rick didn't want.
Nothing was ever for Trent. He was prepared to give his life and his happiness to ensure those around him were happy, to the point that he ended up miserable.
Not anymore.
It's taken a while, but we've found balance. Dare I say, the best of both worlds?
And I get to see a side of Trent that nobody knew was a thing—a kink I'm happy to explore with him.
"You’re mine tomorrow," he breathes against my lips, unable to pull away. "I missed Hazel as much as you did, but if she's going to be here all weekend, I need a night with you before."
He presses his forehead to mine, cracking an eye at me as if waiting for me to deny him what he wants.
I'll do no such thing.
"The glow-in-the-dark rope came in the mail," Spencer says, climbing down the steps to join us.
Daddy sits with his legs dangling over the edge just to my right, where I'd just been a few moments ago. I can feel his eyes on me as they roam over my body, though he doesn't move or say anything.
Something about having them on all sides like this makes me giddy. I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoy being around them all the time, but naked, with them in various stages of undress, after some time apart...
Yeah, I know where this is going, and I can't even pretend I'm not all for it. The only thing that would make this more fun is if Trent's present was ready to give him, but that's still going to be a few months, sadly.
Oh, or if the others joined us. Having all of us here is always fun, but the night is still young, so I might still get that wish.
"You know it's illegal to open other people's mail, right?" Trent says, but there's no real heat; it's more like sibling bickering the same way he argues with Hazel, except it’s with guys. They all do it, even Kratos has fallen victim a few times; it's exhausting.
"You know I don't need to open the mail when you order from , right? Anything you do online here, I can see. Every search, every order, all of it." I can hear Spencer's annoyance, and I can't help but giggle.
"So you see every weird thing Zander looks up?" I ask, knowing damn well he does. I've seen some of Zander's tabs, and, well, let’s just say he can be a bit chaotic and kinky at the same time.
"You know damn well I can, and I do," he growls from right behind me, and it only makes me laugh harder, knowing Zan had that monster dildo. I'd bet he found it online, though I doubt Spencer would ever assume what he bought it for.
I have no intention of telling him either; let him deal with his snooping; serves him right.
Spencer's fingers curl up in my hair, pulling my head back until I'm looking straight up at the ceiling, my neck on full display, something Trent quickly takes advantage of.
Leaning in to nip and lick at the sensitive, exposed skin in a way that makes my eyes feel heavy.
I'd love nothing more than to lose myself to the sensation, but I know Spencer won't allow it.
I can see it in the way his eyes narrow as he looks down at me.
He has something he wants from me, and until he gets it, I won't be enjoying anything. None of us will.
"Whatever it is, spit it out, man," Trent huffs, falling back against the wall with a thud.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one to sense his mood.
I narrow my eyes at him when he remains quiet still. It's not like Spencer to keep shit to himself. If he has something to say, he says it. Trust me, I've been on the receiving end of that more than enough times. We all have.
"What?" I finally ask, unable to fight my curiosity.
"Was it for you or Zan?" he asks, and either my eyes are playing tricks on me or Spencer's blushing.
I look back at Trent before looking over at K, but neither seems to understand any better than I. Turning around, I stay on Trent's lap but face away from him so that I can look up at Spencer better.
"What are you talking about?"
He huffs in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose in a way that's much more Rick than him usually, but shows me just how frustrated he is.
Maybe frustrated isn't the right word, though. If I didn't know better, I'd say maybe he's flustered.
"The damn Vulcan dildo," he snaps as if that's supposed to explain it.
It doesn't.
If anything, I'm even more lost now.
Until I'm not. Something clicks into place, and I know exactly what he's talking about.
The monster dildo that Zander bought for Nash.
I can't control the smile that pulls at my lips, though I really do try. Before I know it, I'm laughing, bent at the waist, trying and failing to get control of myself once again.
Spencer growls, walking away, but I reach out and grab his wrist before he can get far.
“No, no. It wasn’t for either of us.” I force the words out even as I struggle to breathe. “It was for the mission. Zander bought it as a means of torture.”
His brows climb up his forehead, damn near disappearing behind his brown hair, before he pushes it back out of his eyes. His reaction only makes me laugh harder, and I hear Trent huff behind me.
I can’t imagine that was the answer any of them expected; hell, I wouldn’t have.
“You two are fucking crazy,” Spencer says, shaking his head, but the smile on his face is damn near fond if you ask me.
“Tell us something we don’t know.” Trent grabs me around the waist and pulls me back onto his lap. Nuzzling into my neck, I can feel his smile, and my eyes flutter closed.
His hands wander over my body, and I heat up as if I’ve been lit on fire, even though he’s hardly doing more than ghosting over my skin.
He doesn’t linger, despite how much I wish he would.
My nipples were already peaked from the slight chill in the room, but now they’re stiff, and even his gentle caress is enough to leave me whining.
“I can’t wait to see how beautiful that rope will be wrapped around you.
” His lips are pressed to the shell of my ear, his breath low and husky, a whisper meant just for me.
“I can’t wait to have you tied up and at my mercy, like my favorite gift, ready to be unwrapped.
” Goosebumps break out over my skin, and they have nothing to do with his touch this time.
Peeling my eyes open, my gaze falls on Spencer, where he sits on the other side of the bed, his eyes hungrily tracking Trent’s hands.
I know he won’t move, not yet, but that doesn’t stop me from trying to tempt him.
My hands join Trent’s, but whereas his skim around where I want him most, I have no such reservations.
My fingers dip between my legs, and I feel the wetness that’s gathered there.
It’s no surprise, though, that these guys always have that effect on me.
Even when I didn’t want them to, they did.
Spencer’s eyes zero in on my fingers as I spread my legs for him to watch, but before I can do more than tease him and myself, Trent knocks my hand away, making me groan in annoyance, and Spencer’s lip ticks up in his signature asshole smirk.
I’ve had enough of this. I have three men here. There’s no reason I should be sitting here withering, my body begging to be touched.
Turning around, I straddle Trent, my knees on either side of his waist, tits damn near in line with his face, though I doubt he minds. With his pajama pants, it’s easy to pull his dick free, even easier because he’s not wearing anything under them.