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THEA
It’s dark by the time I’m pulling into the driveway. I got caught up editing after a few boudoir shoots.
All day I’ve been eager to get back home, wondering if Damian’s mood has changed or if he’s been able to fix his computer. If the answers to both are no, I’m hoping the promise of movie night was enough to get him through the day.
I’m walking up the sidewalk to the front door when I hear voices coming from the patio. Turning around, I walk to the gate and peek between the slats. Damian, Wesley, Cole, and Sutton are in the lounge chairs drinking beers. Well, that’s surprising.
Their shirts are off and the sight of their muscular bodies in the warm glow of the string lights makes an idea pop into my head. Maybe I can make tonight better. And it won’t be with movies and popcorn.
I’m still a bit sore from Sutton and Cole, but in a good way. In a way that makes me eager to explore more new territory with all of them.
Ten minutes later, I’m stepping onto the patio in a strappy white bikini. All four of them turn their heads as the gate thuds closed behind me.
“Damn,” Sutton says appreciatively as he pushes off the chair, walking towards me. I put out a hand to stop him. Wesley lets out a choked laugh.
I toggle through the apps on my phone, connecting to the outdoor speakers. I select a favorite playlist of mine. A dark, sensual beat pulses through the air as I set my phone down.
Swaying my hips seductively to the music, my hair tickles my back as my head matches the movement. Sutton’s amber eyes drink in my body. He reaches out again, but I step back. I can tell that not being able to touch me is getting to him.
He cocks his head, his gaze boring into me. Sutton is a gentle soul, however I know all too well that there is a darker side to all of them. It sends a thrill of fear through me, turning me on. “You can’t come out here looking like that and expect us to keep our hands to ourselves.” His warning is undermined by his sultry tone.
I don’t respond, unwilling to acknowledge his words, knowing that there’s a certain power in my silence. It’s taking all of my restraint to not break down and touch him. Sutton looks so damn good, his dark skin glowing in the warm lights. My gaze travels down to where his shorts hang low on his hips. Focus, Thea.
Walking towards the edge of the pool, I try hard to ignore the eyes that follow me.
“What do you want me to do, Thea? Get on my knees and beg for you? Because I’ll do it.” I turn to laugh at Sutton’s suggestion. However, when I do, I find him on his knees, right behind me.
The sight of him staring up at me with those pleading eyes sends a rush of arousal to my pussy. Fuck, this is hot. I’ve never been one for demanding power in a relationship, although knowing that he’d get on his knees so willingly makes me think I could enjoy it once in a while.
I run my thumb over his bottom lip, then turn back around. “I’m going for a swim,” I announce, throwing him a smirk over my shoulder before stepping down into the warm water.
I don’t wait to see if anyone follows me. Swimming to the end of the pool, I perch on the ledge overlooking the Toccoa River. In the pitch black night, I can’t see anything aside from the outline of the treetops.
The water ripples around me, telling me I’m not alone. My gaze darts to the steps. Cole is the first one in, but he’s closely followed by the other three. I turn my back to the view and hang my head back over the ledge, scanning the star speckled sky.
“Is it wise to be throwing yourself to the wolves like this, love?”
I tip my head forward, meeting Cole’s ravenous stare. A couple of months ago, I might have been intimidated by his words and the look he’s giving me. Tonight, I accept the challenge because if I succeed, I have a feeling the prize will be something beyond my wildest dreams.
Reaching out, I run a finger over Cole’s jaw, down his throat, and then over his hard chest. “Toss me to the wolves and watch me come out leading the pack.” My eyes flick to the others who are standing just behind him.
Wesley rolls his shoulders and grins at me. Sutton licks his lips. Damian’s brows drop and his eyes darken. Now, I’ve got them right where I want them.
Turning my attention back to Cole, I wrap my arms around his neck and then my legs around his waist—moving in for the kill.
My mouth devours him as I slip my tongue inside, licking over his teeth and biting at his lips. His hands slide over my thighs until he’s cupping my ass. Cole moves through the water, back towards the steps before sitting down. Straddling his lap, my knees scrap against the bottom of the pool.
He pulls me against him so that I feel the bulge in his pants.
Kissing down my neck, Cole’s lips come to my chest. His tongue drags over the triangle of fabric barely covering me until he reaches my peaked nipple. I gasp as he sucks it into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I moan, grinding into him. I hate that there’s too much material between us. I’m about to strip away my bathing suit when I hear Damian’s voice in my ear.
“Princess, are you sure you’re ready for this? Because once we start, there’s no stopping.” His hands run up my back and into my hair. I brace myself for his grip, but he doesn’t pull. Damian’s waiting for my answer.
“Mhm,” I whimper.
Damian sighs. “Not good enough.” His fingers flex against my skull and I’m needing him to fist my hair. I need the sting.
“I want this,” I assure him. “I want all of you. Tonight.”
“About damn time,” Wesley growls.
Damian steps to the side, leaving his hand in my hair. I feel pulling against the strings of my top. Glancing over my shoulder, those warm brown eyes eat me up as water drips from his messy hair down his face.
Wes gives a yank and I feel the tautness of my bikini vanish. Cole moves back to my mouth, kissing me thoroughly while Wesley cups my tits, his fingers massaging and pinching just enough to fill my core with heat.
I find a satisfying rhythm riding the ridge of his cock. I’m caught up in kissing him and reaching my climax when I feel a searing pain on my shoulder. I already know that Wes has his teeth buried in my skin. He’s distracting me from what I want.
Fingers grip my chin and pull me away from Cole’s mouth. Sutton’s sitting next to him now and he brings my mouth to his.
Damian’s grip on my hair tightens.
“Open up for him, princess,” he commands.
My lips part and Sutton slips in, our tongues tangling—hot and wet. He takes my tongue into his mouth and sucks it. Something about it pushes me closer to the edge. It reminds me of Damian sucking my clit at my studio. He releases me as my breathing becomes ragged.
I’m getting so close. Damian leans down and licks the shell of my ear. “Not yet, princess.” I groan in protest.
Damian yanks me off of Cole and the world tilts and flips—everything is upside down. He has me over his shoulder and he’s walking up the steps.
“Hey!” I call out, my palms push against his spine as I check if any of the other guys are going to back me up. He’s too slippery and my hands slide over his skin, although not before I see Wesley, Cole, and Sutton are following close behind with wicked grins.
Damian gives my ass a hard smack as he heads through the gate and towards the front door. My pussy throbs angrily at the loss of the climax. It’s going to be a long night. The thought excites me as much as it stirs up nervousness.
I bounce against Damian’s back as he walks through the front door and into the kitchen. Instead of continuing down the corridor to the inner part of his bedroom, he opens the door to the right.
Clothes and shoes are neatly organized on either side of us. I’m about to ask why we’re in his closet, but I hear another door open. My body slides forward until I’m pressed against Damian’s chest and my feet hit the floor.
He reaches out and flicks on a light. Turning around, I’m taken aback by the massive room in front of me—much bigger than any of theirs.
One wall is lined with floor to ceiling windows. There’s a custom-built bed that stretches almost the entire length of the room. It has an ornate deep gray headboard that’s upholstered in a dark, dusky purple velvet. Comforters and pillows in various shades of gray and purple adorn the bed. A large rug lays beneath the feet of the bed, butting up to the substantial glass shower in the middle of the room.
At the other end of the room, opposite the bed, is a stone fireplace flanked by floor-length mirrors taking up all the wall space.
Damian places his hands on my shoulders and begins giving out commands. “Sutton, fireplace. Wes, waters. Cole, shower.”
They all disperse without question.
Cole turns the shower on and grabs some towels from the bathroom in Damian’s room. Damian pushes me forward towards the spray of water. Cole reaches out his hand and I take it. I may have had the upper hand earlier, leading them into what I wanted. However, now that we’re here, I let them take control.
Steam rolls from the shower’s open door as water pours from the two ceiling shower heads. The hot water feels amazing as it smacks against my skin. Cole reaches behind me, coming back with a washcloth and a bottle of body wash.
“Take off your top,” he requests. The strings that tie at my back hang loose, so I slip my bikini over my head and toss it to the floor. Lathering the soapy cloth in his hands, he washes me—starting with my neck before moving down to my arms, then my torso.
He takes his time over my breasts, cupping them and running his fingers over my nipples. My body needs release. This teasing is making me impatient. I’m about to complain when Cole sinks to his knees, washing my thighs.
Hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, he unties the strings at my hips and yanks my bottoms off.
Reaching around, his hands slide over my ass, pulling me towards his face. He looks up at me as he lowers his mouth and licks an agonizingly slow trail from my entrance to my clit. One hand braces against the glass of the shower, while my other grips his wet hair.
His leisurely torture doesn’t last long. Cole buries his face into my pussy, feasting on me greedily, as if I was his last meal. He pushes two fingers into me. I won’t last long. The water pours over my scalp as my head falls back. The mix of sensations above and below makes my climax build fast.
The pleasure suddenly stops and my head snaps up. Standing behind Cole is Damian, with his hand wrapped around his throat. “Did I say to start?” He growls at his brother as his fingers flex, tightening.
Pulling away from me, Cole answers cheekily. “I couldn’t help myself. I’m sure you understand.” He looks up at me and smiles as he unhooks my leg from his shoulder.
Damian holds out a towel and I step around Cole, only then noticing that he’s naked and hard—likely from watching Cole lick my pussy.
I want to reach out and stroke him, but I know that he’s already in a mood because we started without him.
Taking the towel, I step out of the shower and wrap it around myself. “Go wait for us on the bed,” he orders.
Wesley and Sutton join Cole and Damian—all stripped of their clothes, their hard, muscular bodies on display. None of them seem to think twice about it. Meanwhile, I’m leering as they wash themselves, as if it is the most normal thing to be showering with a bunch of guys.
I know he wants me to wait for them on the bed, but I can’t move. Four sets of sparkling red eyes hold my attention as the hands they belong to work quickly to wash away the chlorine. The sight of it makes me squeeze my thighs together.
I want to push my fingers between my legs and come watching them.
I’m biting my lip when Damian’s voice draws my attention away from their lathered cocks. “Like what you see, princess?” His tattooed hand run over his chiseled abs. “You enjoy seeing us wet and soapy?” I nod, unable to speak. Damian glides down farther until he’s grabbing himself and stroking. Jesus Christ.
I can’t take the heat. If I continue to stand here, I’m going to have to touch myself. That’s not what I want tonight. I want them to make me come.
Turning, I walk away, letting Damian win this round as I head towards the bed.