30. Lex
The moment we walk through the doors to our suite, I am overwhelmed.
There are roses everywhere. Vases of red roses are on nearly every table in the living area, a trail of petals leading to the entrance on one side and to the opulent primary bedroom on the other. A tray of chocolate-covered strawberries and éclairs waits for us on the coffee table, along with two bottles of champagne.
“Linc!” I gasp, frozen in the doorway.
He grins, taking my hand and pulling me forward. “You like it?”
I laugh, tears threatening. “Like it? This is insane!”
“But, like, in a good way, right?” He teases, fingers tightening on mine.
“Of course, in a good way!” I launch myself at him, smiling as he laughs and catches me.
He doesn’t spin me like he did in the street, instead staring up into my eyes as I twine my legs around his waist.
“I figured showering you in roses on a normal day counts as a string. But it’s Paris, and maybe the rules don’t need to exist here. At least today.”
My heart melts as I stare down at him, threading my fingers through his hair. Hope and a touch of fear war in his gaze, and I want to erase every last trace of the latter. Leaning down, I press my lips to his urgently, needing to feel him. He groans into my mouth, holding me more firmly against him.
Tearing my lips from his is a struggle, but I manage it. “No rules. Not tonight.”
His smile is incandescent as he walks over to the couch, sitting with me still wrapped around him. I can sense Shane and Declan still hovering by the door, watching, but I’m not ready to look away from Linc. I wave at the others, gesturing for them to join us.
“Sit your asses down, both of you!”
Linc chuckles, shaking his head as he stares at me in wonder. “Yeah, guys. What she said.”
Giggling, I kiss him again, sinking into his body as he reaches up to cup my head in one hand, the other gripping my ass. Losing myself, I open my mouth the second his tongue touches my lips, eager for him to invade my senses. We’d been touching all day, though wary of letting the PDA go too far. Our kiss in the street in front of the restaurant was the most salacious we’d gotten. I am so ready for more.
The sound of a champagne cork popping breaks us apart abruptly. I yelp, then collapse in laughter at Linc’s wide-eyed look of surprise. Slipping off his lap, I snuggle against his side as I take in Shane on the opposite couch. He’s smirking, legs spread with an arm thrown over the back. His eyes flick to Declan before he raises a brow in question.
Biting my lip, I look up into Declan’s fiery gaze. He’s holding the foaming champagne bottle, filling the first glass. He offers it to me, our fingers brushing as he does. Electricity shoots through me at the touch, my breath catching as his pupils dilate.
“Thanks, man,” Linc says, interrupting the tension as he takes the champagne bottle from Declan’s loosening fingers.
Linc fills the remaining glasses, holding one out to Shane before passing the last to Declan.
“Any more surprises, Linc?” Declan asks, his voice gravel.
“Nope.”
“Good.” Declan sits heavily next to Shane, gulping half his champagne with a wince.
My gaze rakes over him, catching on the clear bulge in his black jeans. He shed the moto jacket at the door, leaving his toned arms on display. Linc shifts next to me, setting his champagne down so he can roll up his sleeves. I bite my lip as I watch. Why does something so innocent feel so pornographic?
Linc catches my eye and smirks. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He leans forward to give me a quick kiss, then grabs a strawberry and holds it to my lips. I open my mouth immediately, taking a bite of the sweet confection. Juice drips from my mouth and I laugh, reaching up to cup my hand under my jaw.
“Let me.”
I look up, surprised to see Shane lowering himself to his knees in front of me. He leans forward and presses a kiss to one corner of my lips, then the other. When he licks the last of the juice from my chin, my pussy quivers in want. Linc groans next to me, watching with hungry eyes.
Across from us, Declan clears his throat, drawing my attention. Shane gives me a pointed look. It’s now or never, I guess. Reaching forward, I grab a strawberry from the tray, then step over to Declan.
“Strawberry?” I offer, tilting my head.
He swallows roughly, then nods once. “Alright.”
Not giving him a chance to react, I crawl up on the couch on my knees and straddle his lap. He grunts in surprise, arms raising out to the side as though he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.
“Relax, Declan. I don’t bite.”
“She prefers to be on the receiving end.” Linc winks as I glance over my shoulder and scrunch my nose at him.
Slowly, Declan settles his hands on the seat cushion, fingers twitching as they brush my calves. I tsk at him as I hold the strawberry out for him to bite, trying not to let the distance he’s putting between us get to me.
I half expect him to ask me to get off him, but he leans forward and gently bites into the fruit. He grunts as the juice bursts from his mouth, leaning forward automatically. I reach up and swipe it off his chin, keeping eye contact as I suck the redness from my thumb.
Declan’s nostrils flare as his pupils blow. I slowly remove my thumb from my mouth, shifting slightly in his lap. His hands fly to my hips to keep me still, but the damage is done–I feel how he’s reacting to me.
“So you do want me,” I murmur, strawberry forgotten.
His fingers flex against me, digging in almost harshly. I try to steady my breathing, the thought that he could be just as dominant as Shane and Linc nearly making me whimper with want.
“You two clearly need a minute.”
We both look over at Shane. He and Linc are standing by the hall to the primary bedroom, matching smirks on their faces.
“We’ll be in the bedroom when you’re ready,” Linc adds.
As one, they turn and walk away. Declan’s body goes still beneath me. I lean over and deposit the partial strawberry on the tray, then rest my hands on his shoulders.
“In case you missed it, Wilde, that was an invitation.”
“I…what?” He swallows roughly, grip fierce and eyes wild.
Using my hold on his shoulders as leverage, I roll my hips forward to drag my core along his erection. He groans, his head dropping back as he makes a feeble and delayed attempt to still my hips. I pause. I can feel him throbbing against me, but if he really doesn’t want me, I’m not going to push it. If he’s resisting out of some misplaced sense of fear or duty? All bets are off.
“Do you want me?” My voice is quiet, controlled.
His expression is almost blank as he regards me. Almost. I can see the nearly frantic energy in his eyes, creasing his forehead. Raising a brow, I rock my hips back and forth again, waiting for him to either answer or deny me.
“You see, Declan,” I murmur, continuing the slow roll of my hips when he doesn’t try to stop me, “there’s one rule I won’t bend for Paris. Not even for you.”
I can feel his length, hard as steel, under me. My underwear is a lost cause, wetness slicking almost through my jeans. His cock twitches as I press myself more firmly against him, riding him through our clothes. I moan as the angle and pressure push the seam against my clit just so, pleasure coursing through me.
“Wha…what’s the rule?” he bites out.
While his fingers grip tight enough to bruise, he still isn’t trying to control my movements. I lean forward slowly, dragging my core over his cock and my breasts along his chest. When our faces are almost close enough to kiss, I drop my lips to his ear.
“I want you, Declan,” I tell him, sliding back and forth along his hardness. “I want you to finish what you started in my fucking conference room.” I increase my pace, twisting my hips and grinding down on him at the end of each stroke. “I want you to do what you threatened: lose control and attack me.”
I lean back slightly to find him staring up at me with impossibly dark eyes, lips red from his teeth as he holds himself back.
“But I only fuck men who want me out loud.”
Stilling, I relax my hands on his shoulders. Declan’s gaze turns stony, his fingers still digging into my skin. His cock is hard and pulsing between us, and there’s a bead of sweat trailing from his hairline.
“This is it. Choose me and join us, or don’t and miss the chance. For good.”
I smoothly extract myself from his lap and stand. His chest is heaving, his cock straining against his jeans as he scrapes a hand over his jaw. Fingering the hem of my sweater, I tug it over my head, dropping it to the floor. Declan blows out a sharp breath as I discard my jeans, standing before him in nothing but my lacy black bra and thong.
“Your move, Wilde.”
Without another word, I turn and saunter toward the primary bedroom. As I leave, I barely catch his muttered reaction.
“Fucking hell.”