Chapter 4 #2
"I know where it is, sweetheart." I pump my fingers, curling them with each thrust. "I watched them take you there. Now you're gonna scream my name."
Mine. All fucking mine.
I work her with my fingers, thumb on her clit, building her up steadily. My other hand grips her hip, controlling the pace.
Luca's getting dressed, jeans already on and tank top in hand. He's watching us in the mirror's reflection. "Bloody hell, I'm hard as a rock again. How am I supposed to meet my agent like this?"
"Not my problem, mate." I grin at him without stopping what I'm doing.
James adjusts his trousers with a grimace. "Makes two of us. This isn't helping my concentration."
"Then stop watching." I increase the pressure, making Rebecca whimper.
"Worth it though," Luca says, tank top still forgotten in his hand as he keeps watching.
"She's close," James observes, pausing with his cufflinks to watch us.
“Not yet.” Pull my fingers out. A slow drag. Rebecca whimpers. Hips chasing my hand. “Not till I'm inside you.”
“Leo,” she pleads. Hands clutching at me. “Please.”
"There it is." I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, never breaking eye contact. "Say it again."
"Please." Her voice breaks, needy and desperate.
"Better." I reach for the nightstand, grabbing a condom and tearing it open with my teeth. "But you can do better."
"Please. I need you inside me. Need to feel you." She's rocking in my lap, grinding against me.
Fuck. Yes.
I roll the condom on, line myself up, and press against her entrance.
"Need what?"
"You," she gasps. "Just you. Please, Leo."
Hearing my name like that, begging, nearly undoes me.
Mine. Finally mine.
"Good enough."
I pull her down slow and steady, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. Her mouth opens in a silent cry.
Fuck, finally.
Hell. She's so tight I have to grit my teeth and force myself to go slow. My hands shake with the effort.
"Breathe," I tell her, hands on her hips guiding her down. "Just breathe, sweetheart."
She takes a shaky breath and sinks down further, taking more of me. Her hands clutch my shoulders, nails biting into skin.
"That's it. That's my good girl."
From across the room, Luca groans and his tank top drops to the floor. "Bloody hell, that's hot."
"Keep watching." My hands grip her hips tight, guiding her down until I'm fully seated inside her.
Perfect. She's perfect.
Rebecca's trembling, her head falling to my shoulder as she breathes hard against my neck. Warm puffs of air on my skin. "You're so deep."
"I know." I kiss her temple, then her cheek, gentle despite how hard I'm trying not to move yet. "Feel good?"
"Yes. God, yes." She lifts her head and looks at me with brown eyes dark and wanting. Trusting.
Something in my chest tightens. This woman. This brave, beautiful woman who said yes to three strangers. Who trusted us with her body, her pleasure. Who's looking at me right now like I'm worth something.
Dangerous. She's dangerous to my sanity. To my heart.
"Good." I kiss her softly, then harder. "Gonna make you feel even better."
I start to move, lifting her and letting her fall back down, setting a rhythm that's slow and deep and possessive. Mine. Ours. Whatever. I just need her.
She gasps with each thrust, nails digging into my shoulders, making those sounds I've been dying to hear up close. Better than I imagined. So much better.
James finishes dressing and checks his watch but doesn't look away. Can't. "You look perfect together."
"Feels perfect," I grunt, picking up the pace. Harder now. Deeper. "Feels like she was made for this. Made for my cock. Made for us."
"She was made for all of us," Luca adds, pulling on his boots but still staring. "Our perfect girl."
I claim her mouth, kissing her hard and deep while I drive into her. Swallowing her moans. Drinking in every sound, every gasp, every whimper.
She's close, tensing around me, getting tighter with each thrust. I can feel it building inside her.
"Come for me." My hand slides between us and finds her clit, circling it rough and demanding. "Come on my cock, sweetheart. Show them how good I make you feel. Show them you're mine."
Ours. But right now, mine.
"Leo," she gasps, head thrown back and throat exposed. "I'm going to—"
"Then do it." I press harder, thrust deeper, hitting that spot. "Let me feel you. Let them see you. Come for me, Rebecca."
She shatters, clenching around me and pulsing as she cries out my name. Beautiful and perfect and mine. Ours.
Holy fuck, mine.
The feeling of her coming, tight and wet and perfect around my cock pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time and come with a groan, spilling into the condom as my vision goes white.
For a moment, there's just breathing. Foreheads pressed together. Bodies shaking. Hearts pounding against each other.
"Holy shit," she whispers, breathless and wrecked.
"Yeah." I grin despite being completely done in. "Holy shit."
James crosses to us and hands me a washcloth. It’s warm. Thoughtful bastard. "Well done, Leo."
"Cheers, mate."
I clean us up gently, carefully, despite my hands still shaking slightly. Then I pull Rebecca close, just holding her. Not ready to let go. Maybe never ready.
Don't want to let go. Don't want this to end.
"How you feeling?"
"Perfect. Sore. But perfect."
Luca crouches beside the chair and brushes hair from her face. "You were stunning, beautiful."
She flushes and hides her face in my neck. "You three are gonna give me a complex."
"Good." I kiss her head. "Complex about how gorgeous you are."
"Leo's right," James adds. "You're extraordinary, love."
James checks his watch and groans. "We need to leave in ten."
"Bugger the convention," Luca mutters, still looking at her like he wants to devour her. "I vote we stay here all day."
"Seconded."
"I have a panel," James says. "And you have a meeting with your agent."
"They'll survive."
Rebecca laughs, soft and sweet. "You can't skip. Your fans are expecting you."
"Don't care about fans right now," Luca says. "Only care about you."
"What about tonight?" James suggests carefully, testing the waters. "After the convention. We could... extend this. One more night."
One more? Don't like that. I want more than one more. I want all of them.
"Just one more?" The words come out sharper than I intend.
"One more," he confirms, voice gentle and understanding. "We shouldn't rush. We barely know each other."
He's right. Damn it. But I don't want to let her go.
Only for tonight, she said.
"One more night," Rebecca says softly, looking between us. "I'd like that."
"Then it's settled," Luca says, grinning now. Bright and happy. "Tonight. After everything. We get you all to ourselves."
"All to ourselves," I agree, already looking forward to it. Already counting down.
"But right now," James says firmly, glancing at his watch again. "We really need to get ready. All of us."
Reality. Right. The convention. Real world. Responsibilities.
I help Rebecca stand. She's wobbly, unsteady, so I keep my hand on her waist, steadying and supporting her.
"Shower," I tell her. "Then get dressed."
"I should go back to my room," she says reluctantly, like she doesn't want to leave either. "Get ready properly. My makeup and everything is down there."
I don't like that. Don't want her leaving. But she's right.
"I'll walk you down," Luca offers, grabbing a shirt. "Make sure you get back safe."
She smiles at him, grateful. "Thank you."
"I'll meet you downstairs after," I tell her. "In the lobby. We can head to the convention together."
Her face lights up. "Really?"
"Really." I kiss her forehead, can't help myself. "Not letting you out of my sight that easy, sweetheart."
"I'd like that." She bites her lip, hesitant. "Though I should warn you—I didn't get a VIP pass. They sold out before I could get one. So I'll be going to the general admission stuff. Later sessions."
"That's ridiculous," Luca says, shaking his head. "You should have VIP access."
"They were expensive and sold out fast." She shrugs, trying to seem casual about it, but I can see the disappointment. "It's fine. I'll still get to see some panels and signings."
James pauses and reaches into his messenger bag by the door, rummaging for a moment before pulling out a lanyard with a VIP pass attached.
"Here." He holds it out to her. "I had a spare."
Rebecca stares at it, then at him, mouth open. "You... what?"
"A spare VIP pass." He presses it into her hand gently. "Take it."
"James, I can't—that's too much—"
"You can. You will." That voice, brooking no argument. "Consider it a gift."
Her eyes go wide and shining, disbelief written all over her face. She looks down at the pass, back up at James, then at all of us.
And then she smiles.
Huge and radiant and completely unguarded. Pure joy lighting up her face.
The sex was incredible. Watching her come apart was the hottest thing I've ever seen. But this smile? This pure happiness over a bloody convention pass?
This might be even better.
Fuck. I'm in trouble. We all are.
"I can't believe this is real," she whispers, clutching the pass. "Any of this. You three. This weekend. Now this." She laughs, breathless and amazed. "Thank you. God, thank you."
"Our pleasure, love," James says softly.
"Definitely our pleasure," Luca adds, grinning at her grin.
She looks at me, still beaming. "I'll see you downstairs?"
"One hour," I confirm, already counting the minutes. "Don't be late, sweetheart."
"I won't." She glances at Luca, ready. "One hour!"
Luca opens the door for her and follows her out, the door clicking shut behind them.
I look at James. "A spare pass?"
He smirks, pleased with himself. "I may have acquired an extra. Just in case."
"Just in case you met a gorgeous book nerd at the bar who needed one?" I shake my head, grinning. "You're a scheming bastard."
"And you're welcome." James grabs his messenger bag and checks his watch. "I need to head down. Meeting some authors about upcoming projects before my panel."
"Networking."
"Precisely." He heads for the door, then pauses and looks back at me. "Take care of her, Leo."
"Always."
He nods, satisfied, and then he's gone.
I'm alone in the suite. Just me and the smell of sex and her lingering perfume.
One hour. Then I get to walk into that convention with Rebecca on my arm.
Wearing our marks. Smiling like that.
Yeah. I can manage one hour.
Barely.