Chapter 33 #2
While the limo ride back to Cape Canyon hadn’t been the full-on sex fest I’d been envisioning when I first left the restaurant, it had given us some time to decompress and talk through everything that had happened.
We were still no closer to figuring out who the hell was behind these abduction attempts.
My father was still the top contender, but none of us could decipher his motives now that Boston and I were together.
A glass of top-shelf whiskey on the way home and a long, hot shower once we were back had gone a long way to restore a sense of normal.
I walked into the kitchen in a tight white tank top without a bra and a pair of Dacre’s grey sweatpants, complete with paint splattered on the bottom. All four heads swivelled in my direction. A sense of satisfaction filled me at the varying degrees to which their eyes darkened at the sight of me.
Is this what it felt like to be adored?
The boys were gathered around the counter, Dacre atop it, Boston and Pres at the stools, while Sinclair stood. Varying cold cuts, cheeses, and fruits were spread out in front of them.
“We only had dinner a couple of hours ago, how can you all be hungry again?”
Despite my words, I picked up a strawberry and bit into it. Presley chuckled and tossed a peanut in my direction, intentionally missing me.
“Beating the shit out of people works up an appetite,” Sinclair offered.
Dacre snorted as he downed a piece of salami. “Says the guy with clean knuckles.”
“What can I say,” Sinclair said. “I’m a pacifist.”
That elicited a snort of disbelief from everyone, even Boston.
“Maybe you can teach Boston some of your peace-keeping ways.”
Although I joked about his violent tendencies, I was beyond grateful that they’d all come to my rescue. Comedy was a coping method I was all too familiar with at this point.
“Come on, Firecracker,” Boston spoke up, tossing a peanut in his own mouth and chewing on it in a way that was beyond hot. “I broke his face a bit. I didn’t kill him. I thought you’d be proud of me.”
I fought a smile at his humor. Boston was by far the most serious out of the four of them, but comments like that had me thinking that maybe he just needed more time to open up.
“I’m proud of you,” Presley piped up.
Boston offered him a fist and Pres bumped it.
“Are you two done with your bonding moment or should I leave the room so you can cross swords?” I offered.
Presley gave me a look like he’d consider it, then laughed. “I’m kidding, please continue berating Boston.”
I shook my head in amusement. “Yes, Boston, I’m so proud of you for breaking the face of the man who tried to snatch me off the street. You get a gold star for not putting him in the ground.”
Sinclair crossed his arms over his chest. “You know you’re turning a pitbull into a fluffy puppy with this shit, right?”
“Easy,” Boston growled in his direction.
Sin pushed off the counter, arms still crossed. “All I’m saying is, the guy has a special set of skills. Skills that we could really use right now when someone keeps making attempts on your life. Let’s not domesticate Boston completely.”
Boston’s gaze sharpened on Sin, but I knew he had enough respect for Sinclair that he wouldn’t throw a punch at him. Besides, Sin had a point. While I wanted to rehabilitate Boston’s soul, it felt safe knowing he was now part of the pack of men who would protect me.
I glanced at each of them, swallowing hard.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Dacre said, eyes darkening.
I tilted my head. “Why?”
He was off the counter in an instant, hands sliding over my waist to my ass. “Because it makes me want to fuck you.”
“Me too,” Presley said. He looked between Sin and Boston expectantly. “What, like you two don’t? Boston looks like he wants to devour her twenty-four-fucking-seven and has from the moment he got here.”
Boston shrugged. “You’re not wrong.”
All eyes landed on Sin.
“I want to fuck her all the time. Even when I’m asleep.”
“So…” Pres said slowly. “...fivesome?”
I recoiled and Dacre’s arms tightened on me protectively. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Okay, white knight,” Sin cut in. “She knows that already.”
I slid from Dacre’s hold to stand beside him, and his hand slid into the back of my (his) sweatpants.
“I don’t know if I’m quite ready for… all four of you at once.”
Boston rose from his chair, prowling towards me. “What about all four of us, but one at a time?”
I glanced at him, my pussy pulsing at the suggestion. Clearly almost killing a guy had all kinds of adrenaline and testosterone running through them.
Sin moved then too, stopping at my left side, while Presley got up and stood in front of me, the four of them caging me in. Sin ducked his head, his lips colliding with my skin, sucking on me. Dacre’s hand dipped lower in my sweatpants to caress my ass.
I swallowed, my heart humming in my chest.
Presley reached out to take my chin in his hands, dropping his mouth to mine in a possessive kiss. “Kinda seems like you want it, Sass.”
Sin’s hands caressed my breast through my shirt, and my eyes closed on a sigh.
Then Boston’s fingers slid into my pants, sliding between my folds, and my eyes popped open.
“Okay, I want it!” I said, my body desperate for each of them. “But let’s start with one at a time.”