22. Hazel
HAZEL
I swallow and pull my shirt over my head, unhook my bra, then step out of my underwear, feeling the heat of three sets of eyes on me.
Rafe and Bron are in the water already, sitting opposite the steps. They turned the spa’s jets on before we came over, and there are lights under the water that give everything a purplish-blue glow.
Conal takes my hand and helps me step in. The night air is cold, but the hot water is welcoming, and I sink in right up to my chest. Keeping hold of me, he sits down and pulls me sideways into his lap, where I’m very aware of his cock pressing against my thigh.
I’m suddenly wet in a way that has nothing to do with the water in the hot tub, but I try to ignore it, because I’m not sure if I’m ready to act on it. Things have been steadily progressing, and it seems like a big step will likely be coming very soon.
“Today was really wonderful. Thank you,” I tell all of them, raising my voice to be heard over the vigorously bubbling water. “The experiences were incredible, but the best part was getting to spend time with you.”
Conal’s hand, which has been resting near my hip, and also very near another part of me, gives my hip a squeeze. “I’m sorry we’ve started things off by having to hole up in the studio every day. You must be bored hanging around here.”
“I keep busy, but I miss you. I don’t want you to worry about me, though. Do what you need to do. Your fans are waiting.”
Rafe’s head tips back as he chuckles. “You’re starting to sound like Roddy.”
“We’re recording as fast as we can,” Bron says, joining in on the joke. “But seriously, you’re welcome to hang out in the studio with us if you want.”
“Can’t say it won’t be boring in there, too,” Rafe says .
“Speaking of hanging out with us—” Conal squeezes my hip again, then snakes his fingers into the crease at the top of my leg. “I get the idea that the three of us might be a lot to handle all at once.”
The unspoken words, in the bedroom, are immediately clear, especially with the way he’s touching me.
“We had the idea,” he continues, “that you might like to ease into things by spending time alone with us individually for a while.”
The suggestion takes me by surprise. My gut reaction is that this is a good idea. Despite my sister’s situation, I never pictured myself in a relationship with multiple men, and though I’m very happy to be with these three men, it’s still been a mental adjustment.
Not to mention the potential physical adjustment. Stroking them and sucking on them is one thing—I still haven’t quite wrapped my head around doing more with all three of them at the same time.
“I think I’d like that,” I say, when I notice all three of them watching for my reaction.
“You can take turns sleeping with us each night,” Conal says.
“There certainly are plenty of bedrooms here for us to use,” I say, even though I know this isn’t really about sleeping.
“Who’s going first?” Rafe asks.
Bron raises his hand, a huge, teasing grin on his face. “I’ll make the sacrifice.”
“I’ll be sleeping with Hazel tonight. I’m her husband.” Conal holds out his left hand to show his brothers his wedding band, then lowers all his fingers except the middle one, flipping them off.
Rafe ignores him and Bron laughs good naturedly, even if he does look mildly irritated.
“Lot of stars out tonight.” Rafe tips his head back along the edge of the spa and looks up into the darkness, and the rest of us follow suit.
When I rest my head on Conal’s shoulder, he kisses my cheek, then the side of my mouth. The water is hot, but I shiver with anticipation for the night to come.
As we watch the twinkling stars and search for constellations, Conal starts to hum, the low rumble vibrating from his throat and seeping into my skin. I’m curious what song is in the famous singer and prolific songwriter’s head, but I don’t recognize the tune .
“What is that you’re humming?” I ask. “Something new?”
Rafe and Bron both look our way, as if they’re curious about the answer, too.
Conal grins at me. “Something new.” He’s in mysterious mode again, so I don’t ask more about it. It’s slower than most of their songs, and really lovely.
As I listen to Conal hum, I replay the day’s events. We did so much that this morning feels like two days ago. My eyes start to close as I think about our visit to the ring shop, the helicopter ride, then the camera purchases. Now, this lovely relaxation.
Conal’s lips brush my cheek. “Hey, we’d better get you up to bed.”
“Hmm?”
“You drifted off. Time for bed.”
Bron gets out of the water, wraps himself in a towel, then stands close to the edge holding a towel open for me.
“This part might be unpleasant for a few seconds,” Conal warns. He helps me stand, then lifts me up and carries me out of the hot tub, but despite being nestled in his arms, the bitter night air stings every part of my wet body that it can reach .
Bron wraps the waiting towel around me, then drapes another over the first one, and I start to warm up.
“A little pain after all the pleasure,” I say, looking longingly back at the hot water.
Conal rubs my back as he holds me. “Don’t worry, babe. There’ll be more pleasure coming your way soon.”
Not bothering to dry himself off or get dressed, he carries me straight into the house, where the air feels much more pleasant. Upstairs, he takes me into the bathroom, peels away the damp beach towels and, with Bron’s help, dries me off with a big, fluffy bath towel.
The cold air had woken me up, but the men’s caring attention has me getting sleepy again.
Rafe comes in carrying all of our clothing, which he tosses onto a chair. When Conal’s satisfied that I’m dry, he tells his brothers it’s time to say goodnight.
Bron hugs me first and follows it with a kiss full of promise. He and I are both wearing only towels, and my body fills with need. Though I’m looking forward to being one-on-one with Conal tonight, I’m going to miss Bron and Rafe .
Rafe kisses me next, passionately, like he wants to make sure I don’t forget about him. There’s no chance of that, and I hope my answering kiss tells him that.
After they leave, Conal carries me into the bedroom and straight over to the bed, which looks even bigger tonight, since there’ll only be two of us in it.
I sigh as my head hits the pillow. “The hot tub was so relaxing.”
“And you’ve had a long day.” He tosses the towel aside, leaving me naked under the covers. I’m chilly at first, but warm up quickly when he crawls in beside me.
“It was such a good day.”
Conal kisses my lips softly, then my nose and my forehead. “Get some rest, babe.”
I’m already starting to drift off to sleep, so I’m not sure if I’m dreaming when I feel Conal duck his head beneath the covers. He presses kisses across my chest and down my center, lower and lower. The weight of his body settles between my legs, where he spreads me open and kisses my pussy.
He starts to lick me, slowly, lazily, deeply, and I relax into it more fully than I ever have, with no nerves and no self-consciousness. When he makes me come, it’s deep and long and incredibly satisfying.
Afterward, Conal holds me in his arms, and it’s like I’m living inside the best dream ever.