Chapter 29
ZOE
By the time I was ready the next night, I was a trembling ball of nerves. I was excited, too, but definitely nervous as well.
To boost my confidence, I’d shaved very carefully, taken extra time with my hair and makeup, and picked out a dress from the boutique that made me feel beautiful—a deep blue-gray that shimmered when I moved, hugging my hips and ass even tighter than my normal skirts.
The plunging neckline was held up by two thin straps that left my shoulders bare, and the fabric was jeweled and sparkly, catching the light with every breath.
It made me feel like someone else. Someone confident and beautiful and desired.
I loved it so much that I was able to put my concerns about the cost aside—for now.
And at eight, I was confronted with the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen—three handsome, virile men wearing dark suits designed to make panties melt. Not that I was wearing any.
Landon looked devastating in his perfectly tailored charcoal suit, the crisp white shirt making his blue eyes even more striking.
I wanted to run my hands through his hair and mess up that perfect composure.
Kai wore his suit with that trademark cocky confidence, his tie loosened just enough to make me think about loosening it more, about what he’d look like when I finally got to undress him.
And Asher in a dark navy suit that fit him like it was made for him—which it probably was—looked like he should be on the cover of a magazine instead of cooking in a kitchen.
They couldn’t seem to take their eyes off me, and I felt my cheeks flush under their attention.
Landon held out his arm, and I took it, grateful for the steady presence as my heart hammered in my chest.
They led me to a suite where the guests had already checked out, and the dining room table was set beautifully with candles and white linens. Asher had gone all out with the meal, serving multiple courses, where each one was better than the last.
And in between bringing out the courses, he kept the conversation going, which I was grateful for.
Some combination of nerves and excitement had rendered me rather speechless.
But Asher regaled us with stories of the ridiculously rich students back at Langley—like the guy who’d had his butler fly in his favorite coffee beans every week, or the girl who’d thrown a tantrum when she found out the school didn’t have valet parking for her third Ferrari.
A couple of times I chimed in because I’d witnessed some utterly insane displays of wealth back there too.
The twins laughed and joked, and I caught their blue eyes on me a lot.
There was an undercurrent of tension throughout the entire meal, a crackling anticipation that made the air feel charged.
And I kept squirming in my chair, crossing and recrossing my legs, hyper-aware of the fact that I wasn’t wearing anything under the dress.
And then Asher served baked Alaska for dessert.
I laughed when I saw it. “You remembered.” We’d spent hours arguing over that particular dish.
“Of course I did.” It was really impressive as he set it on fire, the blue flames dancing across the surface. I had no doubt Asher was going to take the culinary world by storm. None at all. But it was hard to think beyond tonight and what was going to happen soon.
When we finished eating, we all kind of looked at each other across the table. I was excited but didn’t know how this was supposed to begin, and the silence that stretched out between us was with anticipation. My pulse raced, and I could feel heat pooling low in my belly.
Asher poured coffee that no one drank. I sipped my wine a few times, but my mind was no longer on his amazing meal.
Finally, Asher sighed, looking half-exasperated, half-amused. “So, the elephant in the room really makes the décor pop.”
The tense muscles of my face loosened enough to let a small smile through, while the others laughed. But no one jumped in to tell me exactly how to get started with what came next.
“So, um, how do we do this?” My voice was so quiet I wasn’t sure all of them had heard me.
But Landon had gotten the gist. “However you want. With whoever you want.”
They were watching me so closely, their eyes so intent.
And suddenly, my stomach hurt. Choosing one man felt like a betrayal of the other two.
We’d said all along that this was about the experience, about pleasure, not feelings.
But right now, it seemed like I was being asked to say which one of them I liked best. And not only didn’t I know, but the idea of it really bothered me.
Then Kai put his large hand on my arm. “Look, Zoe...”
I turned toward him. I should’ve known he’d want to go first, but I was grateful he was taking this decision out of my hands. And he was—though not in the way I anticipated.
“There’s been one guy all along insisting that your first time should be special,” Kai continued. “And I think it will be—with him.”
My whole body stilled, and I didn’t even breathe, forcing myself not to look at Landon.
But they knew.
“I think you want that too,” Asher said. Then he smirked, breaking the tension. “I get it. He’d be my choice, too.”
The men laughed, and I was very grateful for the way Asher had lessened the tense atmosphere.
Finally, I turned to Landon. His blue eyes were so intent on mine. He didn’t question whether I agreed with Kai and Asher’s assessment. And I didn’t question if he wanted to be first, either.
The answer came when he held out his hand to me. I took it, and he pulled me gently to my feet. Put his arm around my shoulders. And led me to the bedroom.
There were cream-colored candles everywhere, which I was pretty sure had been arranged by the man next to me. There was also soft music playing, just loud enough to make the silence less awkward.
And I felt awkward—like a newborn foal who didn’t know how to use its body properly yet.
But I knew Landon could teach me. He looked at me with such tenderness that my breath caught. “You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, looking into my eyes.
And I looked into his. If I lived to be a hundred, I’d never stop being surprised by how blue they were. Only Kai’s were just as blue.
Landon stepped toward me, and I took a step backward until the backs of my legs touched the mattress.
He caged me in, his height and strength a preview of what was to come.
I’d spent my whole life competing with men.
Striving for the best grades in class. Fighting for the same opportunities they seemed to get so easily.
And now my body yearned to give itself over to a man. Not just any man—Landon. I wanted him to take control. To touch me. To teach me.
I needed so badly for him to show me what to do, what he could do, and what our bodies could do together. And I was more than willing to follow his lead.
My heart hammered in my chest as he cupped my face, tilting my head up. My eyes closed as he laid his lips on mine, and everything around us melted away as he claimed my mouth.
Just like he was going to claim me—and I wanted that more than anything.
My movements were slow when I reached up, linking my arms behind his neck. That pushed our bodies closer together, and I could feel the heat from his. It all thrilled me—his flat, taut abs, his strong arms encircling me, and the hard heat pressing against my stomach.
Landon eased back, and when I opened my eyes, he was smiling softly. He pulled off his suit coat, tossing it aside. His arm slid around my back, and he lowered me down onto the bed.
He climbed on top of me, and though he propped himself up with one arm, he let me feel some of the weight of his body.
It turned me on to have him on top of me, to feel his body against mine, holding me down.
He kissed my face, my jaw, my neck, and I was squirming underneath him because it felt so good.
I parted my legs, hoping to feel more sensation between them.
He smiled at my impatience, but he took his time.
He eased down the straps of my dress, and then he kissed his way down my breast to my nipple.
He drew one into his mouth and swirled his tongue, sucking on it, making me gasp.
Then he went to the other, giving it the same attention until I was arching into him.
He slid my dress down further to my waist and started to kiss his way down my stomach, trailing heat with every touch of his lips.
I put my hand on his head and said breathlessly, “Please, please, I want you inside of me. I’ve waited so long.”
He nodded, and there was hunger in his eyes. “You have waited a long time, but it’s going to be worth the wait.”
Then, moving slowly and deliberately, he stood up and unbuttoned his white shirt, peeling it off.
Then he undid his pants. I was very turned on watching him, and I writhed on the bed, longing to feel him between my legs.
He maintained eye contact as he climbed back onto the bed.
He tugged my dress down my legs and slid it off. And then he went back to kissing me.
But this time, there was no clothing between us. And I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I spread my legs wider, bending my knees on either side of him. “Please, please…” I sighed softly. “Please be my first. I want you so badly.”
“Not as badly as I want you,” he whispered, and then he shifted to the side, so he could ease his large hand between us and position his cock.
Oh god. This was it. Would it be like everyone said? Would I see stars? Would—
I gasped as he nudged the head of his cock forward. He entered me slowly, so slowly that I could feel every inch as he spread and stretched me. He felt huge inside me, and I didn’t know if I could take much more—but I wanted to.
There was a moment of pain—a sharp sting that made me gasp and tense beneath him. Landon stopped immediately and waited, kissing me softly until the pain faded to an ache and then to something else entirely.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“Yes, keep going,” I moaned. “Please.”
He pushed in deeper, still gentle because it was my first time, but steadily claiming me. My breathing got harsher, and I clung to him, my nails raking down his back as the discomfort transformed into pleasure. I was getting more and more turned on with every slow thrust.
“Please, please,” I whispered, holding him close, my legs wrapped around him.
He shifted his hips, and then when he thrust in, it rubbed more at my clit. But when I was getting close, he reached between us, teasing along my folds until he found my clit directly. He increased the rhythm as I cried out, clutching at him, bracing for the onslaught.
He came with a deep masculine shout, and I came too.
It was the most intense orgasm of my life.
My inner walls automatically clamped down when I came, and it made his cock feel even bigger.
My body shook, and I cried out, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me.
My mouth was open in a silent scream as my body rocked under his, both of us trembling with pleasure.
Finally, he collapsed on top of me, and I hugged him , pulling him close. He was too heavy, but for just this moment, I welcomed his weight, his amazing body.
When he regained his breath, he whispered in my ear, “You’re so damn perfect, Zoe. That was amazing.”
“It was,” I whispered, finally finding my voice. “Thank you.”
He rolled to the side, settling next to me on the bed. He looked spent, tired, happy, and amused. “You’re thanking me for sex?”
“I’m thanking you for insisting that my first time be special and then making it so.” The aftereffects of the orgasm made it hard to gather my thoughts, but it was important to me that I let him know that.
“It was special for me too.” For a moment, his eyes were unfocused, looking straight past me. “It was an honor to be your first. I know that’s an old-fashioned word, but it’s true.”
That brought moisture to my eyes, and I rolled toward him, running my hand along his sculpted bicep.
Part of me was content to lie there in his arms, stroking his chest, lightly teasing his piercing. But even though this felt amazing, there was something missing.
Two things missing, actually. This was such a special night for me, and I wanted them to share it with me. I wanted them so much.
“Can you get them?” I asked softly. I honestly wasn’t sure my legs would support me at the moment.
He kissed my forehead. “Are you sure? There’s no rush.”
“Yes.” And I truly was. So very, very sure. Except when he started to sit up, I couldn’t bring myself to let him go.
He gave a low laugh. “All right, I’ll send up the bat signal.” He reached over to the nightstand, picked up his phone, and sent a quick text. I nestled my head against his chest, feeling warm and content, as he stroked my back.
It felt amazing, but my pulse sped up when there was a soft knock at the door and then it opened. Asher and Kai were lit up in the doorway, both carrying wine glasses and wearing only boxer shorts.