Chapter 4
Leo
I wake up hard.
Not surprising. I spent half the night watching the most beautiful woman I've ever seen come apart on my mates' cocks. Twice. While I sat in that chair and tortured myself.
Worth it.
I'd given up my spot behind her to Luca a few hours ago, let him have his turn wrapped around her. Now Rebecca's still asleep, soft and warm between James and Luca. Hair a mess across the pillow. Lips swollen. Marks blooming on her neck where we couldn't help ourselves.
Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
My cock throbs. A painful reminder that I'm the only one who hasn't been inside her yet. Haven't felt how tight she is. How wet. How she'll fit around me.
That changes now.
Sunlight streams through the windows. We've got two hours before the convention. James has a panel. Luca's meeting with his agent. Rebecca wants to meet that author.
But first. I'm going to have her. While they watch.
Fair's fair.
I shift. Careful not to wake her. James stirs and opens his eyes and when he sees me a slow smile spreads across his face.
“Morning.” He stretches. Muscles rippling.
“Morning.”
“Sleep well?”
“Like shit. You?” I run a hand through my hair.
His smile widens. “Perfectly.”
“Course you did.” I grin despite myself. “Couldn't sleep. Spent half the night just watching her.”
James's expression softens. Understanding. “She's rather captivating when she sleeps.”
“That's one word for it.”
Movement draws our attention. Luca stirs, stretching with a groan before propping himself up on one elbow. He looks at Rebecca like she's precious. Like she's everything.
“What time is it?” He yawns, scrubbing his face with his hand.
“Seven. We've got time.”
“Time for what?” But he knows. That grin says he knows exactly what I'm thinking.
“My turn.” I swing my legs out of bed, standing and stretching. My back cracks. Every muscle tight from lying still all night watching her instead of sleeping.
James raises an eyebrow, his gaze dropping to where I'm hard and ready. “She'll be sore.”
“I'll be careful.” I pause, cracking my knuckles deliberately. “At first.”
Then I'm going to fuck her until she screams my name.
Luca laughs, sitting up fully now and leaning back against the headboard. “This is gonna be good.”
Rebecca stirs between them, making a soft sound that goes straight to my cock. Her eyes flutter open—brown and beautiful and still hazy with sleep.
She sees me standing at the foot of the bed and flushes immediately. Pink spreading down her neck and disappearing under the sheet.
Fuck, I love that.
“Morning, sweetheart.” I stay where I am. Letting her look.
“Morning.” Her voice is rough and sexy as hell. She clears her throat, trying to sound more awake. “What time is it?”
“Early. Around seven.” I let my gaze travel over her slowly. Taking in the sight of her tangled in sheets between my mates.
She stretches like a cat, and the sheet slips down, exposing one breast. My mouth goes dry as my hand flexes at my side.
Mine.
“Seven.” She looks down at herself, then back up at me. Seeing how hard I am, I watch as she bites her bottom lip. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” I move forward, climbing onto the bed. Crawling toward her. “How you feeling?”
“Sore. But good.” She shifts. Winces slightly.
“Too sore?” I'm close enough now to touch her. My hand finds her hip through the sheet. Thumb stroking.
She considers this. Teeth worrying her bottom lip. “For what?”
“For me to have you while they get ready.” I nod toward James and Luca on either side of her, both watching now with matching grins.
Her breath catches as her thighs press together under the sheet. “I thought you'd want privacy.”
I shake my head, leaning in until my lips are near her ear. “Watched them have you. They're gonna watch me claim you. which lets be honest… Only fair.”
James's hand slides up her thigh slowly. “What do you think, love? Can you take him?”
“I want to.” Her hand finds mine and squeezes. “I want Leo.”
Fuck yes.
“Good girl,” James murmurs. That voice. He kisses her shoulder.
Luca kisses her other shoulder. Hands stroking her arms. “He'll take care of you.”
I shift back, sitting on my heels. “Come here then, sweetheart.”
She crawls toward me willingly, sheets tangling around her legs. James and Luca move aside to give her room. When she reaches me, I pull her into my lap. She straddles me without hesitation. Both of us bare. Her heat settles against my cock and fuck, she’s already wet for me.
"Hi," she whispers, hands tentative on my chest.
"Hi." I cup her face with both hands and tilt her up.
I kiss her slow and deep, taking my time. She tastes like sleep and want and something uniquely her. Something that's been driving me mental since I first saw her at the bar.
She melts into me, her hands flattening on my chest, nails scratching lightly. Making sounds that drive me crazy. I pull her closer, one hand tangling in her hair while the other splays across her lower back.
When I pull back, we're both breathing hard. Her lips are swollen, pupils blown wide.
"Been waiting for this," I tell her, my voice coming out rougher than intended. I press my forehead against hers. "Watching them touch you, making you scream. All while I sat in that chair last night and ached."
“I wanted you too.” Breathless. Her fingers trace patterns on my chest. “Watching you watch us made everything more intense.”
"Good." My hands grip her ass, calloused palms on soft skin, pulling her flush against me. Letting her feel every inch of how much I want her. "Because this morning you're mine. Yeah?"
She nods, the movement small but deliberate, never breaking eye contact.
"Ours," James corrects with a smile, already buttoning his shirt.
"Ours," I agree, standing and lifting Rebecca with me in one smooth motion. She wraps her legs around my waist, arms sliding around my neck. "But right now I'm gonna have you while they get ready. And they're gonna watch every second."
"Wouldn't miss it," Luca says, already heading to the bathroom and grabbing clothes on the way. "But coffee first. And a shower."
"Make it fast." I adjust my grip on Rebecca, her weight perfect against me.
She looks at me like I hung the bloody moon, like she's been waiting for this too. Her fingers play with the hair at my nape, gentle and curious.
"You sure you can take me?" My hands cup her ass, supporting her weight as I pull her tighter against me. "You're sore."
"Don't care." She rocks against me slightly, testing, being brave.
Hell.
I kiss her again, harder this time, claiming. One hand fists in her hair. "You're gonna kill me, sweetheart."
James gets out of bed, naked and unhurried, heading to his suitcase and rummaging through clothes. He pulls out a crisp button-up and trousers, but he keeps glancing over, hungry, like he can't quite look away.
Perfect.
I carry Rebecca to the armchair—the one from last night where I watched and wanted and waited. I lower myself into it with her still in my lap.
"This chair." I settle her, adjusting her thighs to straddle me properly. "This is where I'm gonna have you."
Her eyes widen, pupils blown. "Here?"
"Right here." My hand slides up her spine slowly. "Where I watched them ruin you. My turn now."
I position her carefully, straddling my lap and facing me. She bare and beautiful in the morning light.
"God, look at you." My hands roam up her sides, over her ribs, cupping her breasts. Heavy and soft and real in my hands. "So bloody gorgeous."
She flushes, pink spreading across her skin as she looks away, ducking her head.
"No." I catch her chin with firm fingers, making her look at me. "Don't hide. You're beautiful, every inch." My other hand traces her curves, her hip, her thigh. "These curves. This softness. This body made to be worshipped. Yeah?"
"I'm trying." Her voice is small, uncertain.
"Try harder." I kiss her neck, scraping my teeth along the sensitive skin. She shivers. I move to her collarbone, then down to her breasts, my tongue tracing a path. "I’m about to show you exactly how stunning you are."
My mouth closes around her nipple and she gasps, back arching as she presses into me.
"That's it. Show me." I suck hard enough to make her whimper, and her hands fist in my hair.
From across the room, James pauses mid-button on his half-done shirt, staring with his hands frozen. "She's stunning like this."
"I know." I switch to her other breast, sucking and biting gently, drawing more of those sounds from her. My hand splays across her lower back, holding her to me. "Believe me. I know."
Luca comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, water dripping down his chest and his hair wet and messy. He stops dead when he sees us, his hand frozen mid-reach for clothes.
"Well, shit." But he's grinning wide and delighted. "That's quite the view."
"Keep getting ready." I don't look away from Rebecca, my tongue circling her nipple. "Don't mind us."
"How can I not?" He moves to his suitcase slower than necessary, unable to stop staring. "You two are quite the show."
"That's the idea." My hand slides down between her thighs.
She's wet. Ready. Despite the soreness. My fingers slide through her folds. "Bloody hell, sweetheart. You're soaking."
"Your fault." She breathes out, hips shifting and seeking more.
"Good." So fucking good.
I circle her clit slowly, deliberately, watching her face for every expression, every flutter of her eyelashes, every little sound.
"Leo," she breathes, head falling back. "Please."
"Please what?" I increase the pressure, circling and teasing.
"Touch me. More. Something." Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in.
"Patience." Two fingers now, circling. "I waited all night. You can wait a bit longer."
"Cruel." But she's rocking against my hand now, chasing it.
"Maybe. But you love it."
I slide two fingers inside. She's tight, hot, still swollen, but she takes me eagerly. Moans when I curl them, finding that spot and pressing.
"There," she gasps. "Right there."