Chapter 18 #2
“Thank fuck for leather sofas,” Roman jokes after several long moments, and I huff a laugh, moaning when Hunt pulls out of me, a rush of wetness seeping from my arse.
“Jesus, that’s a beautiful sight,” Rowan purrs, and I look at him to see him gazing at my backside, my cheeks heating when I realise that he’s watching Hunter’s cum dribble out of me.
“Best image in the world,” Hunter agrees, placing a light kiss on my arse cheek before his heat is gone to crouch down in front of me. “You did beautifully, Peaches. Such a good girl for Daddy.”
His hand comes out to brush some hair behind my ear, then he leans down to press a reverent kiss to my forehead before straightening up and heading off in the direction of his room. My heart twinges, my brows lowering as my teeth clamp down on my lower lip to stop the tremble.
“He’s just gone to get something to clean the cum off so we can get you cleaned up, Little Lamb,” Rowan tells me, and my watery gaze snaps to his, but it’s like the floodgates have opened, and I can’t stop the sob that slips free as more tears fill my eyes.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Roman gently says, letting go of my arse and wrapping his arms around me, uncaring of the sticky mess between us or covering my back. “It was intense, and it’s okay to cry. Just let it all out.”
It’s as if I needed his permission, because the tears start pouring down my cheeks then as I sob and cry into his chest, not even opening my eyes when a hot washcloth cleans my back and between my legs.
A soft, fluffy blanket is wrapped around us afterwards, all while Roman whispers praise and soft words into my ears.
“I–I’m so sorry, I don’t know where that came from,” I stutter after a while, my sobs having subsided. My eyes feel puffy, my throat thick, and I blink my eyes open as a straw is placed against my lips.
“Drink, Peaches. Then you’re having a bath with me,” Hunter demands, his voice soft but no less unyielding than it was when he told me I had no choice. “I need to take care of you for a while.”
I do as he says, the sweet, peach iced tea making me smile as its fragrant flavour bursts on my tongue. When I’ve had several mouthfuls, I feel better, and he takes the straw away before pulling the blanket off me.
I take his offered hand as I shiver, the cooler air hitting my naked body, and he helps me to stand up. Then he sweeps me into his arms, pulling me close, and I wrinkle my nose.
“You’ll get Roman’s cum all over you,” I murmur as he marches from the room, and I watch as his lips twitch like I’ve said something amusing.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he tells me, turning down his corridor and striding through his open door. I glance away, looking at his room, which is done in shades of dark green, and it feels safe and comforting.
“Are you guys…” I lick my lips, peeking back at him as we go into his bathroom. “Together?”
He stops, lowering me to my feet, and I look around us to find I’m surrounded by black marble, the lights low, and a copper bathtub full of bubbles and smelling herbal.
“Use the toilet first, then I’ll help you get in the bath,” Hunt orders, and even after everything that just happened, my cheeks heat. He raises a brow as if to say, Really?
Taking a measured breath, I head over to the toilet and sit down, my cheeks burning the more he stares at me. When I’m finished, I wipe, wincing at the tenderness of my poor abused Evangeline, then make my way back to him.
“Happy?” I sass, embarrassment still colouring my hot skin.
“Good girl,” he replies simply, and a shiver tightens my nipples, which only makes him smirk. Bastard.
He steps in, keeping his hand in mine as he helps me into the tub, a sigh falling from my lips as the hot water caresses my skin.
Then he sits down, opening his legs wide before tugging my hand in a silent command, so I do the same, turning my back to him and moaning as I lean back against him.
I hiss as the water hits my tender pussy and arsehole, though the slight sting soon ebbs to a dull ache.
The water is blissful, but it’s having my skin pressed up against his, his arms around me and pulling me close that has me utterly relaxed.
“We used to fool around,” he tells me, answering my question from earlier. “But I guess we kinda stopped in the past couple of years. I miss the rugrat though sometimes.”
“I’m always here, Daddy,” Roman states as he strides into the room, wearing grey sweatpants and nothing else, carrying my glass of iced tea and a plate with what smells like a cheese toastie. My stomach growls and they both chuckle, Roman kneeling beside the bath. “And I miss you too, Hunt.”
There’s an edge of vulnerability to his tone, and I sit up, reaching over to cup his face in my palm, tugging him to my lips.
He comes easily, still holding the food and drink as his lips meet mine.
Twisting, I tangle my fingers in Hunter’s hair, hauling him down to us, and all three of us moan when his lips meet ours, his tongue coming out to tease mine and Roman’s.
It’s a slow kiss, not a passionate frenzy, but a lazy exploration of each other, and I pull back first, letting them share a few moments together. It’s beyond hot, watching Hunt dominate the kiss, Roman making a small whimpering sound when Hunt nips his lip.
“When I’m not so fucked out,” I tell them, my voice breathy, “we will be doing that again, in bed. I want to see what else you guys enjoy about each other.”
They both laugh, Hunter placing a soft kiss on Roman’s lips before moving away and leaning back.
“Anytime, Peaches,” he says, closing his eyes for a second. “Now eat your toastie and drink your tea.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I tease, and his hands grab my hips under the water, pulling me further back into him, his hard length pressed between us.
“Don’t tease me, Iris. I already showed you I don’t need your consent, and I don’t care how fucked out you are,” he growls, his words rumbling against my back.
Roman laughs, and I glare at him, but he holds out the toastie—the fucker—and who can be mad when there’s grilled cheese?