Chapter 4 #2
She trailed off with another vivid scarlet blush, and I fought the urge to grin. She wanted all of us.
That much was clear.
She was just trying to exert some control over the situation. I could understand that, even if her desire for control was in direct conflict with my own need for dominance.
“Is it just tonight?” Frankie hurried to ask next. A distraction from having to finish her previous sentence. “Um…the contract. The…arrangement. I was a little distracted when I signed, and I should’ve asked more questions then.”
Hell, we should’ve looked at it more closely, too. Were we supposed to keep her indefinitely? Was she some kind of prisoner now that we’d bought the right to her body?
The guys and I exchanged a look that confirmed what I was thinking. None of us were sure about the answer to her question, and we’d have to be sure before we made promises to her that we couldn’t keep. We’d need to talk with Anthony, too.
“We’ll get into that, angel, but for now let us savor this night. Help us make it good for you, too.”
Devin was always a smooth-talker. The spice in his tone, the slight gravel of it, seemed to turn our girl molten with lust.
She’d been pretty damn invested in kissing him back in the car, after all, and she almost mindlessly nodded at him before clarity came back to her gaze.
“I…need to be safe,” she blurted out. “Um, with…with regards to pregnancy. STIs.” To her credit, she didn’t turn red this time. Innocent, inexperienced, but mature enough to handle herself on a practical level.
“Of course,” I agreed. It was a reasonable request. Even though I’d rather feel her raw around me, and something about the thought of coming inside her, getting her pregnant with my child, well, it had its own kind of appeal.
The ultimate show of manly possession. Another low, needy throb that had me adjusting my seat, itching to touch her across the table.
“We’re strong-willed enough to withdraw. ”
“Or…condoms?” Frankie was blushing again now. I wanted to bite her.
“No,” the three of us said at once, and her eyes grew wide.
“We’ve paid a lot of money to feel every part of you. Nothing between us,” Jonathan’s cool tone came in, saying what we were all thinking.
Devin hurried to reassure her. “Unless you really need it, of course. We’ll do it if that’s what you really need to feel safe. But baby, you deserve to feel the real deal, too. Don’t you want to know the real truth? For your first time?”
He was the one she trusted most just now, since they’d already had the chance to talk, to kiss, to develop any amount of connection Jonathan and I would have to foster in bed. Frankie bit her lip again, and I envied her the ability. Soon, my body thrummed. So goddamn soon.
“We’ve all got clean bills of health we can share, if you’d like to see the records,” I piped up. “And I can get Darla to set you up with anything else you might need,” I added after the fact.
Plan B, if it came to it. The pill as a longer-term solution. Because even without having had the chance to investigate the details of the mess Anthony had thrown us into further, somehow I knew this wouldn’t be a one-night kind of deal.
“Alright,” Frankie almost whispered, letting out a long, ragged breath. “And I want my money right after,” she rushed out. Smart girl.
“The auction’s cut’s already taken out,” I told her. “The rest has been deposited into an account for you. Rest assured, you’ll get it. Every penny.”
Something in her posture finally relaxed at that. Another hint at the burdens she clearly held in her life outside this strange, exciting night.
I had no reason to wonder about this girl, to feel any sense of curiosity over anything about her besides the softness of her skin and the wetness between her thighs. But my sharp mind still sought out the information anyway.
Our meal was finished, now, and we’d each polished off our flutes of champagne in the process. Frankie eyed the bottle, the last dregs of bubbly still cooling in the ice bucket, and without waiting for her to ask I stood to refill her glass.
“It’ll help with nerves,” I told her as I poured. She nodded jerkily and took an anxious gulp of the stuff. In seconds, she was proving the need for the liquid courage by letting out a faint “oops,” and sloshing it all over the front of her dress.
It was pricey champagne, and chilled besides, so she gasped in shock and from the cold as the bubbly seeped into the fabric, turning it an even darker blue.
Her nipples peaked against the wet satin, and the glimmer of sticky-sweet liquid on the swells of her breasts made me have to fight hard against my baser instincts.
I wanted to lean in, to lick the drink off her skin, taste champagne sweetness mixed with whatever delectable flavor Frankie had naturally.
To get the ravishment started, since my cock was becoming insistent against my zipper.
But instead, I stared at the enticing sight of Frankie’s heaving breasts, not caring if she saw me looking. I told her, “Well, we’ll need to get you out of those wet clothes.”
Darla came when I called for her, as always, and was happy to escort Frankie back toward a guest bedroom.
Devin, Jon, and I were clearly reluctant to let her out of our sights, though.
We were all watching the sway of her hips, the perfect roundness of her ass, when Jonathan upped the ante once more.
“Anything else you want to clarify before we get started?” Jonathan asked with an air of amusement in his voice.
Frankie paused, turning over her shoulder to look up at him.
Darla stopped behind her, waiting. Warm eyes moved slowly to meet Devin’s next, and then, finally, mine. I watched her back, blazing with need.
“Just one more thing,” she said, her voice low and almost husky. She still held my gaze as she practically purred, “I want to enjoy it.”
Devin let out a soft curse. Jonathan grunted, almost a growl. I kept my silence until Frankie had turned back down the hallway and disappeared into the low light with Darla.
“We have to take it easy on her,” Jonathan decided, his volume barely above a whisper.
“Absolutely not,” I countered.
“She wants to enjoy it,” Devin said, looking at me with disbelief in his gaze. “She’s a virgin for fuck’s sake.”
“And you saw how she stood up for herself back there.”
“She held her own,” Jonathan agreed cautiously. “But too rough, and we might break her.”
“We’ll let her set her limits.” Hell, the girl had already been brave enough to put herself up for auction to the seediest clientele in the city. “Unless you’re not confident we can show her the kind of pleasure her body deserves.”
Exactly as I expected, the guys’ metaphorical hackles rose. Funny how so many men were one baring of teeth, one growl, from becoming fully uncontrolled animals. I was still hanging onto my own control, despite the difficulty of it.
Our little auction prize was hoping to relish her first time with the three of us, and I needed all my signature self-restraint to make it happen.
It wouldn’t be easy, but more than I wanted my own release, I wanted to see her come apart. To witness her being brought down to her basest humanity, absolutely wrecked by pleasure she’d never known.
She wanted to enjoy herself, damn it, and that could absolutely be arranged.