Twenty Six
“ B athroom, bathroom, bathroom,” I muttered to myself as I stepped through the doors and into the hallway, trying to remember where they were. The last time I’d been at this hotel had been over five years ago.
As I walked down the hall, I did my best to ignore the couple in one of the alcoves who were already getting hot and heavy for the entire world to see. I was afraid if I looked too closely I would definitely need to wash my eyeballs out later and I really liked the golden smokey eye Oona had done on me.
The woman never wore a lick of makeup but I was pretty sure she’d put the girls with a full beat at Mac to shame if given half the chance.
Turning the corner, I finally saw the lit sign that proclaimed it was the women’s restroom and sighed with relief.
Now came the daunting task of trying to figure out how to pee in this dress. I was pretty sure once the zipper came down it was going to be a chore to get back up and I couldn’t see myself shimmying it up over my waist either.
“Perrie?” Rhodes’ voice came from behind me and I turned to find him turning the corner. He looked handsome in his suit, his dark hair combed to the side as he approached, one hand tucked into his pocket. A hand that was about to come in, well, handy .
“Can I just say that you have impeccable timing, Mr. McCreary?” I grinned, reaching for the lapels of his jacket and tugged him towards the door of the restroom.
“Perrie, I don’t think it’s a good idea to hook up in the bathroom…” Rhodes began, but still followed behind me with little protest.
I snorted. “I’m not trying to hook up with you in the bathroom, Rhodes.”
Though, in retrospect, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea after all. I’d barely been able to touch either of the alphas that I now claimed as mine because of midterms and how jam packed their schedules were. Sometimes it felt a bit like ships passing in the night. Ships that I desperately wanted to strip down and let have their way with me. But the two were exhausted even when they were with me after spending their days out of the house running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
Who knew running an illegal empire took up so much of one’s free time?
Turning my back to him, I pointed at the zipper that rested on my lower back. “Can you unzip me so I don’t shred this dress like the hulk in order to go pee?”
Rhodes’ huff of laughter bounced off of the tiled walls of the bathroom as his hands moved to tug the zipper down, the tops of his knuckles brushing the skin of my lower spine.
“Aren’t you just supposed to hold it when you wear dresses like this?” he asked as I shot him a grateful smile and hurried into the stall, stepping completely out of the dress and hanging it on the door.
“That’s the general rule, yes,” I called, holding onto my bare breasts as I sat down. “But when a girls gotta go, she’s gotta go.”
Did I like practically stripping naked to do so? No. Not at all. But even I had to admit the dress was worth all of the hassle just for the look in both alphas’
eyes when they’d seen me in it earlier.
Once I finished I stepped back into the dress and pulled the straps up before exiting the stall to wash my hands.
I didn’t even have to ask him to zip me back up, his fingers already sliding the zipper back into place and even giving the material of my dress a tug to make sure it was sitting right.
“Oona might be out of a job if you keep this up,” I teased, turning to pull him in for a quick kiss. “Tell me, how are you at doing makeup?”
Rhodes’ eyes crinkled in the corner as his lips turned up into a small smile. “Pretty terrible.”
“Rats, I guess we’ll just have to keep letting Oona do it.” I straightened the bowtie of his tuxedo and the lapels of this jacket before reaching up to wipe the gloss that had smeared on his lips from our kiss before giving his chest a pat. “We better get back out there before Edison sends out an Amber alert.”
Rhodes pulled the handle of the door, opening it for me and I stepped back in the hallway just in time to make eye contact with a familiar face.
“Well, this is interesting,” the woman standing in front of us said in lightly accented English.
“Yulia.” Rhodes’ voice was flat as he shut the bathroom door behind us.
“Last time I checked, weren’t you married to a different man?” Yulia’s blue eyes seemed to glitter with glee as she put a hand on her hip. The woman was dressed in a too-tight blue dress that hugged every curve like she’d been sewn into it.
The two times I’d seen her before, the woman had looked meek, letting her much older husband yank her around at will, but now she seemed almost dangerous as she sized me and Rhodes up like a lion about to pick off gazelles from a herd.
“He’s my bodyguard,” I explained as if it was obvious why he would be in the bathroom with me. Despite my bravado, my heart was in my throat as panic began to sink it.
It was stupid of me to pull Rhodes into the bathroom at such a public event. We were supposed to be keeping our relationship a secret and I let my need for the alpha get the better of me.
“I see,” Yulia purred. “Funny because, in all my years as a member of the Keane family, none of my bodyguards follow me anywhere quite as close. But my husband is also much older, so I understand wanting to have a handsome man like Rhodes with you.”
“He’s just making sure I’m protected,” I insisted, wishing I could find a way to end this conversation and hurry back to Edison. He would know how to fix this situation with that silver-tongue of his and neither Rhodes nor I were anywhere half as good at talking our way out of things like this.
“My husband isn’t as delicious as yours though,” Yulia continued, ignoring my words as she crossed her arms over her chest and tossed her long blonde curls over one shoulder with a flick of her head. “Tell me, does Edison still press his mouth into your ear when he’s about to come?”
I felt Rhodes stiffen behind me as a flash of heat filled my chest. This heat had nothing to do with desire or lust like it normally would. No, this was different. This was pure unadulterated rage.
I’d gotten the feeling that there was something between my husband and this woman on the first day that I’d met her. I’d written it off quickly, though, as I was the one with the ring on my finger and she was married to someone else entirely.
But that was before I had feelings for him. When our partnership was just that: a partnership.
Now the confirmation of it made every cell in my body angry and I wanted nothing more than to tear the sudden smirk off of the woman’s face because Edison did press his mouth to my ear when he was getting close.
“Yulia, you’re going to want to turn and walk away now,” Rhodes growled, clearly seeing the shift in my demeanor.
“Why? It’s not like Miss Chandler cares when she’s too busy in the bathroom fucking the help.”
My hand shot out before I could even register all of her words, cracking across the woman’s cheek loud enough that it echoed off of the tall ceilings in the hallway.
“That’s Mrs. Keane to you,” I hissed, my inner omega practically begging me to go in for another slap. “And don’t forget that I am the wife of the leader of your husband’s family. I can make your life a living hell, Yulia, so I’d suggest you keep my husband’s name out of your fucking mouth and work on keeping your senior citizen happy.”
“Pet,” Edison’s voice greeted me as he approached, his concern filtering down the bond to me but doing little to soothe the licking flames threatening to overtake me. “I’m not against you slapping whoever you want, but maybe doing it in public isn’t such a good idea.”
His hand slid along my back and for a brief moment I wanted to lean into his touch and let him calm me down, but then Yulia’s earlier words echoed in my mind and I was angry all over again.
I turned my ire to him, feeling his confusion through the bond, though he still had his usual playful smile on his face that did little to ease my frustration with him. “She earned every bit of that slap and unless you explain to me exactly how you know this woman in the next thirty seconds you’re about to get one too.”
Edison’s mouth opened with shock as his dark brows drew together in confusion.
“He knows me very well, don’t you, Edison,” Yulia had the gall to purr as I waited for him to answer.
I turned to swing at her again, but Edison put a hand on my arm to stop me. “Yulia you’re no longer needed in this conversation,” Edison said, his voice cold.
Yulia opened her mouth to argue, but his gold eyes pinned her in place as he glared at her. “Don’t forget that the only reason you are standing here in front of me is sheer, dumb luck, Yulia. Don’t test my patience or I’ll finish what I started four years ago.”
The woman’s blue eyes rounded with fear as she finally seemed to get the memo. She skirted around us and fled back towards the ballroom, disappearing around the corner and leaving us alone.
“Your hand is all red,” Edison tutted, lifting the palm that had just been used to slap Yulia up to examine it.
I tugged it from his grasp and stepped back into Rhodes’ chest, letting him put his hands on my shoulders to steady me.
“Explain.” I’d never ordered Edison around like this before, but I knew he could feel my anger through the bond.
The sound of loud laughter came from down the hall and Edison glanced in the direction of it before finally giving in with a sigh. “Fine, but not here.”
He held a hand out to me, but I ignored it, bypassing his hand and striding in front of him.
I didn’t know where I was going, but luckily Rhodes seemed to as he sped up his steps to catch up with me. Edison brought up the rear, muttering something under his breath.
Rhodes led the way past the regular elevators and to a set of black doors, pulling a keycard out of his jacket and holding it to the sensor before gesturing for me to step inside.
“What is this?” I asked as the doors shut behind us. The elevator rose and rose and then rose some more until it stopped on a floor marked ‘P’ and dinged cheerfully before opening into a beautiful suite.
“It was meant to be a surprise, pet, though I’m pretty sure that’s ruined now,” Edison replied drily, his hand sliding down the skin of my bare back as he gave me a gentle push into the room.
I shivered at his touch, my eyes moving to take in what looked to be the penthouse suite of the hotel. It was a cavernous space with no walls to hide the large sunken tub or the standing shower to one side.
Against the opposite side was a small kitchenette, a round leather sectional, and a firepit style table that was already lit causing the broken up bits of glass underneath the flame to sparkle.
But all of those things paled in comparison to the beautiful, massive bed that sat on a pedestal in the center of the space, like a shining crown jewel.
The combination of the gorgeous suite and Edison’s fingers on my back was almost enough to make me forget all about what had just occurred downstairs.
Almost.
Stepping away from Edison’s touch, I rounded on both men who looked almost sheepish as I pinned them with a stare.
“So,” I began, crossing my arms over my chest. “Who is going to tell me what happened with Yulia four years ago?”
Edison’s gold eyes shifted up to my face, seeming to take in the stiff set of my shoulders and my stubborn expression before he finally sighed in surrender. “All right, but can we at the very least sit down?”
I wanted to deny his request out of sheer pettiness, but truthfully my feet were aching in the heels Oona had picked and my legs were shaking with the effort to keep standing.
Rounding on said heel, I turned and stomped towards the sectional, only limping a little bit as I threw myself into the corner seat of the plush leather surface and waited for the two men to join me.
Edison settled in across from me and Rhodes surprised me by sitting next to me and reaching for my feet and pulling them into his lap, his fingers deftly undoing the buckles to release them from their strappy prison.
Despite my anger, I shot him a look of gratitude as a near moan of relief left my mouth at the release of pressure.
Down the bond, I could feel Edison’s lust rise at the noise and I felt my own start to stir to meet him halfway, my inner omega practically begging me to forget all about Yulia and whatever past she may have had with my alpha.
The past is in the past, a little voice whispered in my ear as my gaze shifted between Rhodes whose thumb was rubbing absentminded circles on the indent on my feet, soothing them, and Edison who looked as if he wanted to leap across the space at me.
But I wanted to know. I needed to know.
How many times had they had sex? Had he loved her?
I was under no impression that my husband had been celibate before he met me—that would be silly and naive—but nonetheless I didn’t like the reminder of it sneering in my face.
Omegas were territorial, and while I was still adjusting to life as a healthy one, that was never a part of the instincts that had faded with the chemo.
I’d always been protective over my physical things, and now that I wore Edison’s mark on my neck that had extended to him.
No one but me was allowed to touch him.
Well, me and Rhodes. That was a given, though I had yet to see what that actually entailed and now to find out that had been on the agenda tonight before Yulia had ruined things only made me angrier.
Edison, probably feeling me push my need for him down underneath a fresh wash of outrage, leaned forward and put a hand over mine. “I want to start out by saying that there is no one other than you and Rhodes. There never has been, you understand that, right?”
I nodded slowly. I’d come to learn that Edison felt more for me now than one would feel for an arranged marriage partner. He still hadn’t uttered the words I wanted to hear, and in turn I had kept my own feelings to myself, but I could feel it down the bond when he wasn’t paying close attention to it.
Ardent affection, the swell of warmth whenever our eyes met across the breakfast table in the morning, the unintelligible whispering in my ear as he was knotted inside of me followed by a wash of pure contentment through the bond.
When he’d looked at Yulia earlier, there had been none of that. Only disinterested disgust.
Edison continued on, saying the words I’d been dreading ever since we’d stepped onto the elevator. “Yulia was one of the bed partners that I used when I needed to let off some steam. She was… one of my favorites I suppose you could say. She was quiet and calm and never asked stupid questions. She understood her role because she’d grown up with the Russians before marrying into the Keane clan as a part of a trade deal ten years ago. Her first husband died pretty quickly, so as a Keane widow she was technically under our protection.”
An audible snort left me at his words.
Yeah, you protected her really well with your dick, my mind hissed nastily and I jerked in shock at the pure vitriol of it.
“So what happened?” I asked, shaking away the meaner part of my personality. “If she was calm and quiet, why didn’t you marry her instead?”
When we got married, Edison told me I was the perfect choice because I wasn’t from the Keane family. Neither was Yulia.
Edison’s nose scrunched as he shot me an incredulous look. “Why would I ever marry her?”
He made it sound so ridiculous that I had to look away, my cheeks warming as I said nothing and waited for him to continue.
“No, Yulia was never going to be marriage material, pet, she’s too connected with the five families for me to ever even consider her—not that I ever did consider her that is.”
“So, why ever end having sex with her at all?” I asked, jealousy leaking into my voice.
Edison’s lips pulled up into a wry smile. “Well, it’s hard to maintain a sexual relationship with someone who shoots you in your chest during sex.”
In all of the craziness of the past twenty minutes, I’d forgotten all about the reason Edison had stopped sleeping with women in the first place.
Edison’s earlier words echoed through my head as all of the dots finally connected. ‘I’ll finish what I started four years ago.’
I gaped at him, my mouth hanging open with shock. “ She’s the one who shot you?”
He nodded, running a hand through his dark hair before tugging his bowtie off and shrugging out of his jacket, talking as he worked the buttons of his shirt. “Yes. An assassination attempt—one of my first I’ll admit as most people can’t get that close to me. I wasn’t the head of the Keane family yet, though I had taken on more responsibilities with my father’s failing health. I still haven’t figured out exactly who put her up to it and up until our engagement party I was under the impression that she had been sent away to live in one of the Keane properties across the country until she showed up married to Liam.”
“So, how is she still alive?” Did he have enough affection for her that he let her live? She was certainly beautiful enough for it…
My discontent seemed to leak down the bond because Edison was suddenly sliding down the couch and pressing into my side, his hand reaching for mine and pulling it up to the stubbled scar tissue of the old gunshot wound on his chest. It was the same one I’d seen Dr. Stedmeyer treating the night I eavesdropped on them four years ago.
“She was a long standing member of the Keane clan, even as a widow. If I wanted her gone I would need a good reason for it.”
I frowned at him. “And her shooting you in the chest and attempting to assassinate you wasn’t one?”
“Admitting to my men that anyone had gotten close enough to put a bullet in me when I was vulnerable was not something I wanted to do. My father’s health took a quick turn after that night and things were already on rocky ground. I didn’t want to appear…” Edison paused, searching for the words.
“Weak. You didn’t want to look weak.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the alpha. It was typical of a man to not want to admit that a woman had gotten the better of him when his pants were down. “So. Now that she’s married to Liam do you think he’s the one who wanted to assassinate you?”
Edison shrugged, absentmindedly moving my hand away from his scarred chest and up to his mouth so that he could press a kiss to the inside of my palm. “Perhaps. At first the threads lead back to Volkov and his side, though I’m not sure what the Russians stood to gain from taking me out before I even took over as head. At least Liam has a motive.”
“Sean,” I provided with a sigh, thinking about the young teenager that the older generation of the Keane clan were throwing their support behind.
“Sean,” Edison agreed. “If I was killed that night they would have had an easy time installing him as my father’s heir and making him their puppet. I couldn’t take the chance of them sending another woman into my bed to finish the job when I was distracted… and luckily I didn’t have to anymore.”
Edison’s eyes shifted away from mine to the alpha that had been silently listening to our conversation, his thumbs rubbing deep grooves into the bottom of my feet as he did so.
“And things seemed to work out for the better in the end, wouldn’t you say, Rho?”
Rhodes’ chuckle was deep and delicious, sending the shiver of anticipation that I’d been pushing off since we’d stepped into this room skittering down my spine. “I think so.”
But there was one more question that I had before I could give in to the heat of lust that was threatening to put me out of my mind for the night. “How did you know that I wouldn’t do the same to you? For all you know I could have been a plant by Amante.”
There was a beat of silence before both men burst into laughter.
“What?” I asked, looking between the two of them as they continued to laugh like I’d just said the funniest thing in the world. “I could have been.”
Rhodes regained his composure first, though the corners of his eyes still crinkled in one of his rare smiles as he leaned over to rest his chin on my shoulder, bringing his chocolate scent right up into my nose as he spoke. “Perrie, I watched you run into a door the other day and apologize to it.”
I’d been hoping no one had seen that.
“You don’t have a malicious bone in your body, pet—though that slap from earlier was definitely a turn on.” Edison scooted in close until I was pressed distractingly between the two alphas on the couch, all of my coherent thoughts flying from my mind as the temperature in the room seemed to shift.
“Yeah?” My voice was breathy as I turned to face him only to find his lips inches away from mine.
“Yeah,” Edison agreed before holding my chin in his fingers and pulling me in for a toe-curling kiss, his tongue sliding along mine as his lips worked to turn the mood completely away from the serious discussion we’d been having.
“We should finish talking about Yulia,” I murmured against his mouth before turning away only to find Rhodes’ lips waiting for me. He had more facial hair than Edison, so his kiss was mingled with friction as he devoured my mouth.
“Later,” I heard Edison promise as stray fingers began to work at the zipper of my dress. “But for now, can we get to our surprise?”
“Surprise?” I managed to ask with a gasp as two sets of hands slipped inside my shimmering gown and danced down my bare skin.
“We’ve been so busy that there hasn’t yet been a chance to come together… as a pack,” Edison finished, using the word that had been thrown around in secret between the three of us, but never actually consummated.
It had been driving me practically crazy every time Rhodes would pull away from my kisses because he was called away or it wasn’t time yet.
I had no idea that the two were planning this.
“Are you ready for us, pet?” Edison asked, his thumb sliding along where my pulse was thrumming in my neck before brushing over his bond mark, making both of us shiver.
I nodded emphatically. “I’ve been ready for weeks.”
“Good,” Rhodes whispered, his mouth close to my ear. “Because once this happens I don’t think there’s any going back.”
That was fine by me. I didn’t want to go back. Not ever.
“There already was no going back, Rhodes,” Edison cut in, seeming to echo my thoughts as I watched their mouths meet over my shoulder.
The last time I’d seen them kiss like this had been on my wedding night and it had been from afar. Now it was right in front of my face and I could watch the way their tongues moved, almost fighting against each other as they kissed.
Heat bloomed in my belly as I inhaled a deep drag of their mixed scents and wriggled under their squeezing hands, gasping as one of them, I wasn’t sure who, gave my nipple a pinch as if to say they hadn’t forgotten about me.
The fingers rolled the stiff peak, sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to my core as I continued to watch the two alphas kiss.
Then they were breaking apart with a gasp as two sets of eyes turned to me again.
Edison’s swollen lips pulled up into a smirk. “Do you like watching us, pet?”
I opened my mouth to tell him yes, but no words seemed ready on my tongue, so instead I just nodded dazedly.
“The way you two smell when you do that is unreal,” I admitted, finally finding my voice.
“Just wait until things really get started,” Edison teased, exchanging a glance with Rhodes before two mouths descended on mine.
It was awkward at first. Trying to kiss two men at once was definitely outside of the realm of my experience, but Edison and Rhodes seemed to take it in stride until they were taking turns. Edison was definitely the nippier of the two, his teeth pulling at my lips as Rhodes’ lips pressed into my jaw and cheek before they traded places and the teeth began to work at my neck while Rhodes gave me long, languid kisses.
By the time they pulled away from me I was pressed into the corner of the couch, practically melting as I stared up at the two of them panting.
The two hovered over me, self-satisfied grins on their faces as Edison nudged Rhodes with an elbow. “I think she’s going to like this, Rhodes, don’t you?”
Rhodes’ dark eyes met mine and I watched his smile grow even wider, sending flutters through me as he nodded.
His voice was low and gravelly when he finally spoke. “Oh, yeah I definitely fucking do.”
“I just don’t understand why you two insist on blindfolding me right now,” I said, probably a bit louder than I should have as I knelt in the center of the massive bed.
I was trying to figure out where my alphas had gone after sliding the blindfold over my eyes. Their weight on the bed had receded and aside from the occasional rustle and the swell of their vanilla and chocolate scents, I had no idea where they were in the cavernous space of the suite.
My dress had been discarded by the couch, leaving me in only my garter belt, stockings and lacy nude colored underwear that suddenly felt uncomfortably damp as I waited for the two alphas to finally touch me again.
“I think it was very necessary, pet,” Edison’s voice came from close behind me and I whirled in the direction of it blindly, reaching out for him and only catching air. “Ooh, that was close.”
“Quit toying with me,” I growled, hoping I sounded threatening enough for the two of them to give in to my wishes. But instead, I just heard a twin pair of chuckles that seemed to bounce off of the high ceiling of the suite and gave me no indication of where they were.
“We’re not, Perrie.” This was Rhodes this time and his voice was followed by the rasp of a warm hand down my back. For a moment I thought maybe it was his until I felt the edge of one of the rings Edison always wore.
Other hands began to touch me, caressing my skin and cupping my flesh. The surface of my skin was almost electric in the wake of their fingers and soon I wasn’t sure exactly who was touching me, just that they were.
“Do you like that, pet?” Edison asked, his mouth caressing the shell of my ear as both of my nipples were suddenly tugged up, lifting my small breasts away from my body and towards my chin.
The sensation elicited a gasp from my lips, a gasp that was quickly swallowed by Rhodes’ hungry mouth. I knew it was his mouth by the softness of the kiss and his overwhelming chocolate scent in my nose.
Reaching up I cupped his face, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw and the ever-present stubble on his face to confirm what I already knew.
If Rhodes was in front of me, then the naked heat at my back was that of my husband and the knees that were nudging mine apart were also his.
“Shall we get you warmed up?” Edison asked, again at my ear as the fingers at my nipples slid down my front, circling my navel before dipping underneath the waistband of my panties.
I’d already quickly come to realize that leaving me without one of my senses was making everything else that much more heightened, but it also left me guessing yet again as too many hands seemed to be traveling down to pull down my panties.
I lifted a leg to help them, eager to be touched in the core that had ached fiercely since we’d been on the couch.
“We’re going to play a game now.” Vanilla filled my nose as lips pressed into the space just below my ear, the sound of Edison’s voice vibrating along the column of my neck as he spoke.
“What kind of game?” I asked, my words muffled by Rhodes’ still seeking mouth.
Then, just like that, they were gone and the loss of sensation nearly made me cry out with disappointment as I remained kneeling on the bed with my knees spread.
It made me realize just how exposed I was to these two alphas and it filled me with a mixed sense of excitement and anxiety as I called out for them. “Edison? Rhodes?”
Reaching out in front of me, my fingertips just barely brushed down a chest that was covered in a fine layer of hair before even that was gone as Rhodes backed away from my hands.
“Don’t worry,” Edison’s voice was a little bit further away than I liked and the sound of some kind of bottle being popped open filled the air. “We’re coming right back.”
The bed shifted and creaked, sinking down again as the two alphas returned and I wasn’t sure if my mind was playing tricks on me or if I could almost sense where Edison was despite the loss of my vision.
My bond with him hummed happily, almost forming an outline of his figure in my mind as I turned over my shoulder and inhaled a deep drag of vanilla.
“The game is simple, pet.” I jumped as cool, slick liquid began to leak down my back, warming immediately on my skin as it slid in between the crack of my butt and dripped down onto the back of my calves. “We’re going to take turns touching you, and all you have to do is tell us which one you think is doing the touching. Easy, right?”
There was a pause before the same liquid began a slow trail in between my breasts and down my stomach.
“Won’t that be easy with your rings, Edison?” I managed to ask, my voice so husky that it sounded foreign to my own ears.
I heard him chuckle and the sound made me shiver. “Good call.”
Then the sound of metal hitting one of the wooden side tables next to the bed filled my ears, and just like before when he’d dropped them into the little tray on his desk, my entire body jumped at each plink , like he was plucking the strings of a guitar.
“Are you ready?” Rhodes asked, speaking for the first time in a while. I had a feeling that, when it was the three of us together, Edison would be mostly running the show.
I nodded, swallowing heavily and wishing that I could see what their expressions were like.
Were they full of the same dark desire that I’d come to expect from the two alphas? Or were they neutral, like touching me was more clinical until it came to the next part?
I doubted that.
Even if I couldn’t see I could hear their heavy breathing and the occasional growl, not to mention the thick waves of lust washing down the bond to me from Edison.
So, instead of worrying, I just focused on what I could feel as the first set of hands began to touch me, sliding along my breasts and spreading the oil-like substance over my nipples and giving each nipple a rolling squeeze.
The hands were bigger, the fingers on the thicker side and I leaned into them, gasping as whoever it was continued to play with my nipples. Each pinch and tug sent a lightning bolt of pleasure ripples down to my clit and I fought to keep my legs open instead of closing them to try and get some friction to the aching bud.
Then, all too soon, the hands were gone.
“Well?” Edison asked, his voice suddenly on the other side of my head. I hadn’t even realized he’d moved. “Who do you think that was?”
I thought about it, imagining what their hands looked like. I’d watched Edison fiddle enough with his rings and had felt his fingers slide deep inside me enough to know.
“Edison, that was you.”
There was a pause before lips found mine, our tongues sliding together as the hand on my breasts came up to cup my face.
“I take it I was correct?” I asked with a grin as soon as he pulled away.
“Yes, good girl.” I could hear the smile in Edison’s voice as warmth filled me at his praise.
“I think I’m going to be too good at this game,” I bragged, reaching out to find the man’s face to pull it to mine again only to find that it wasn’t Edison’s face that I was grabbing now, but Rhodes, his mustache tickling me as he willingly let me kiss him.
“That was just the practice round, my darling,” Edison whispered as Rhodes gave my bottom lip a teasing nip, showing me that the alpha wasn’t always all sweet when it came to his kisses. “I never told you how many hands were going to be on you at once.”
Then, without warning, four hands descended upon my body and I arched my back as one slid south towards my aching clit.
“So as we touch you, I want you to tell me exactly whose hand is going where.”
Oh, god, I thought as the first hand finally reached its mark. What have I gotten myself into?