12. Rafe
RAFE
It may be Conal’s ring on Hazel’s finger, but I already feel more connected to her than any woman we’ve shared in the past. Not that we’ve shared her yet, not in a physical way, but there’s a calm energy about her that I’ve appreciated today.
It’s different from last night. Last night, I just thought she was fucking hot. Today, she’s still hot, but also real in a very relatable way.
I find myself hanging on her answer to my brother’s question. Can we kiss you, Mrs. Curran?
“Of course,” Hazel says without hesitation.
Our usual encounters with women don’t start with a tame kiss. It’s not often a woman comes to us with more than one thing on her mind, though that one thing often has other motives attached .
Hazel doesn’t seem to want anything from us, and in a strange way, that makes me want to give her everything.
Maybe that’s just my dick talking, because I’ve spent all day trying not to notice how sexy she is or think about how much I want to fuck her.
Right now, I want to toss her onto the bed, crawl on top of her, and kiss her until she begs for my cock.
But I’ll take things slow.
Conal's kissing her now, and Bron's waiting for his turn. I take a step back so I'm sure to be last, so I can give her the kiss that's fresh on her lips as she falls asleep.
When it's my turn, Hazel already looks dazed. Her lips are flushed and slightly parted, like she's out of breath.
I take her by the hand and lead her over to the bed, where I sit and pull her onto my lap. She’s all soft curves and sweet-smelling skin, and I push her hair back so I can breathe in a lungful of her.
She lets out a soft gasp when I trace my nose along the side of her neck, up toward her ear. When I lay a kiss on the edge of her jaw, Conal clears his throat, like he’s trying to warn me off, but I ignore him .
He plays his older brother/lead singer card way too often, and most times, I go along with what he wants in order to keep the peace, but this isn’t one of those times.
No, it’s not a chaste bedtime kiss, but no one said it needed to be.
Framing her chin in my hand, I angle her just how I want her and take a sample. She tastes as good as she smells.
I go in for more, opening her lips this time, mingling our breath, capturing her plump lower lip and giving it a gentle tug, making her purr.
She softens in my arms, then slides her hands around my neck and tangles her fingers in my hair.
I slant her head the other way to take another taste, and my pulse throbs in my cock when she meets my tongue with hers.
As our kiss deepens, I lean back onto the mattress, taking her with me, loving how she looks on top of me.
Her hair creates a curtain of privacy around us, blocking out the rest of the room, but I decide not to be greedy.
Rolling her onto her back, I continue to kiss her, but I position myself so that there’s room for my brothers .
I can tell the moment one of them touches her by the way her body jolts. Conal’s got a hand on her leg as he climbs on the bed to lie beside her.
When I pull back, he turns her head toward him and kisses her.
I stroke my palm down her side to her waist, where I take hold of her hip.
Bron’s weight sinks the mattress’s edge as he moves to join us, but before he can get involved, Hazel presses a hand to Conal’s chest, then props herself up on her elbows.
When she speaks, she sounds like she’s just run the length of the Strip. “Before this goes any further, I need to tell you something.”
A dozen worst-case scenarios flash through my mind, accompanied by a familiar knot in the pit of my stomach. I brace myself for something bad, but when I realize Hazel’s nervous, concern for her overrides my worry.
I rub her arm in an attempt to reassure her. “It’s okay. You can tell us.”
“It's just … I thought I should let you know … I’m … very inexperienced.”
I let out a relieved breath.
“That’s not a problem,” Conal tells her. “How inexperienced, exactly? ”
Hazel bites her lip, and I have to hold myself back from pressing in and biting it for her.
“Virtually no experience,” she says. “None that counts, anyway.”
Conal nods once, matter of fact. “Okay. Thanks for telling us. It's good for us to know.”
“You don’t … mind?” Hazel asks.
“Of course not,” I say.
Conal sits up and slides down to the edge of the bed. “We can slow things down.”
Hazel looks around between the three of us. She appears to be relieved, but still troubled. “I appreciate that, and I think that’ll be best, but I don’t want to go too slow.”
Another entry in the growing list of things I like about Hazel.
“Is there something else bothering you?” Conal asks.
Her eyes flicker to both me and Bron. We’re overwhelming her. Fuck. Then her gaze drops to her ring, where she’s twisting it on her finger.
“You and I are married,” she says to Conal, her eyes still mostly on her ring, “and I’m assuming we made vows to each other, even if I don’t remember them.
” She pauses, laughing nervously. “But I don’t know how this works, and I don’t think I’m comfortable getting physically involved with all of you if you’re going to also be with other women. ”
“That’s reasonable,” Conal tells her as I fight with my urge to resist her request. It’s not that I have any problem being faithful to one woman. It’s more the fact that commitment has bitten me in the ass so hard that I still have scars.
Conal’s the one who rushed into this marriage, and it wasn’t my choice, but I want to be with Hazel, and if being faithful to her is what makes her comfortable, then that’s what I’ll do.
“You’re the only woman I want to be with, and the only woman I’m going to be with,” Conal tells her.
Bron cuffs her lower leg in his hand and squeezes. “Me too.”
When I catch her eye, I say, “Me too, Hazel. Just you.”
She looks around at all of us, her pretty lashes fluttering. “I’m surprised that’s something you can all agree to so easily. I know you’ve enjoyed the company of a lot of women.”
“That’s in the past,” Conal says, “and it’s probably not as many as you think. ”
She nods, taking this in.
“You ready for bed?” Conal asks her. “You’re probably exhausted.”
“I’m not that tired,” she says coyly, sending all the blood in my body south.
Conal shoots me a look, then sends it Bron’s way. Take it easy, his eyes warn.
Even if Hazel wasn’t a virgin, this has to be a lot for her. She doesn’t even remember getting married, and now she has not just one new husband, but three.
But there's no time like the present to show her how good we can make her feel.