17. Sienna
Sienna
Istand up a little taller and offer them a smile.
But it’s hard to make the smile look natural when they were just running through the logistics of sharing me.
I swallow the lump in my throat and move closer. Three pairs of eyes follow me as I walk into the room.
“I came in to take… a shower. I just finished my?—”
“Pilates,” finishes Knox. “Yeah. Feel free to take a shower.” I catch him glaring at Cash as I enter the room, the wooden planks groaning underfoot. The tension in this room feels so charged that it’s prickling my skin, sending tingles throughout my body.
Nervous excitement runs through me, and I feel my heartbeat pick up. Even just walking past them to the bathroom feels hard to do.
Something tells me I missed some of the action. The bruise on Cash’s cheek would suggest that. I’m guessing Knox is responsible.
I gulp, trying to tear my gaze from Cash’s face.
I don’t have to like someone to fuck them.
I’m drenched in sweat by the time I’ve locked the bathroom door behind me. My skin is so damp I feel like I’ve already taken a shower.
I turn on the shower and wait for it to heat up as my heart continues to beat too hard.
I finally step in, running a hand through my hair and trying not to think about what the guys were talking about.
I grab the shampoo bottle, which has no label, but the collection of leaves and wildflowers gathered at the bottom suggests Eli has made it, like so many other things in this house.
I breathe in the scent, letting it ease some of the tension in my shoulders. It smells better than any shampoo I’ve ever used—lavender and basil and a hint of something musky.
My mind wanders to Knox. I run a finger over my nipple, remembering the way he captured it between his teeth, sucking and biting and…
I lose my breath and my balance at the same time. I press my back into the tile wall and attempt to pull myself together, but too much has happened today, and I don’t know how to feel about it all.
I bring my hands to my breasts, stimulating each nipple, but it doesn’t compare to the way it felt when Knox did it.
My mind wanders to Cash. He was the reason I wanted to leave tonight. He’s such an ass, but it’s so easy to overlook how rude he is when he looks like that.
I collapse against the wall and run my hands over my body. I trail a finger south until it reaches my clit, which is already throbbing.
Pleasure fills my senses, but it quickly dissipates, and another feeling replaces it. Disappointment.
I’ve taken myself there a million times already. This time I need something different.
It’s been me and my finger for too long. I was so damn close to getting what I needed earlier—to end this torment once and for all. But Knox stopped and I don’t even know why. Out of respect?
I’ve never even considered having sex outside before. There’s always someone around. Even in a private hot tub, you’re always worrying about there being a camera close by.
But there’s no way there are cameras at the top of this mountain.
I’m ready for something different, though. I need to go off the rails a little. Okay… maybe a lot.
I see now why former Hollywood stars end up going down that avenue. The press calls them crazy, but maybe it’s just liberation.
After years of conforming—of being the person fans expect me to be—I feel it’s time to flip the switch and do something unexpected. Something that would take the world by storm…
The thing is, I feel safe here for some reason. With these big burly men. And I haven’t truly felt safe since I was living in Michigan with Grammy.
I insert a finger into myself under the flowing water and gasp loudly.
The scent of the guys’ shaving cream drifts into my nose, and now I’m even closer to my orgasm.
I imagine their cocks filling me.
Taking turns.
Hitting places inside me I didn’t even know existed.
“Sienna?”
I pause what I’m doing, and my eyes fly open.
“Um, yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’ll be out in a sec.”
The moment is gone—again.
I turn off the shower and step out, catching my reflection in the mirror. I tilt my head in assessment, noticing my flushed cheeks. I watch a water droplet fall from my nipple, still hard from the thought of being shared by the men.
They have no idea what they’re doing to me.
I tilt my pelvis, running a finger through my center. My clit is swollen and red. At first, this was fun and just felt naughty. Now it’s becoming painful.
I blame Knox for being too fucking respectful.
I felt his dick on my thigh earlier. And it was hard.
Where is the guy getting all of this self-control from?
I walk out of the bathroom, and at first, I don’t even see Cash leaning up against the wall, staring at me.
“Uh… can I help you?”
The way he’s looking at me has me second-guessing whether I’m wearing a towel.
Slightly startled, I grab for the fabric.
Cash starts toward me, and I back into the wall.
“I hope you weren’t making yourself come in there.”
His words have me gasping for air. There’s no telling what state I’ll be in if and when we actually have sex.
I find Cash’s eyes in the darkness. How dare he read me so easily when he’s one of the biggest assholes I know? It’s not fair he can tell what I’m thinking.
I fold my arms across my chest and challenge him with my eyes. “I was right there. And then you interrupted me.”
“Good,” says Cash. “I’m glad to hear that.” He scans my body from head to toe, and the look in his eye tells me he’s thinking about how I’ll feel underneath him.
“You don’t live here, Sienna, which means you don’t make the rules. And you have just broken a big one.”
“Rules? Seriously? Maybe you should post them on the fridge so a girl knows.”
“Hm,” grunts Cash, sliding a finger over his bottom lip as his eyes work their way back up to my face. “That would be highly inappropriate.”
He steps in close, and his height totally consumes me.
My pulse spikes, and now everything is fuzzy. It’s hard to focus with him this close.
My gaze darts across his face. His jaw is strong, and his nose is perfectly straight. His hypnotic green eyes are powerful enough to snap me out of my trance.
“You do not get to touch yourself when you are living here,” says Cash. “Do you understand?”
I will happily let Cash have his way with me. But I won’t nod and agree—and let him think he has the upper hand.
“Do you understand?” he repeats.
I answer his question with a smile and lower my hand to his dick.
Rock. Solid.
I moan in a way I know he’ll like, and I feel his length twitch in response.
He’s big. But I’d expect nothing less from a man as arrogant as he is.
Cash does one last take of my body, and then his lips are crashing against mine.
He steals my breath, and my pulse disappears for a few beats.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
His tongue claims my mouth, but I don’t let him win so easily. I fight back, determined to control the kiss as our tongues battle for dominance. The line between lust and hate is a very thin one, and we just blurred it.
Cash lifts me onto his shoulder like I weigh nothing and kicks open his bedroom door. He drops me onto his mattress and his mouth is instantly back on mine, his hands everywhere.
But I’m missing two other pairs of hands.
It’s not long before footsteps are pounding against the floorboards in the hallway.
I turn my head from the pillow as the door flies open. Knox stands in the doorway.
And he looks like he’s going to kill Cash.
Eli is right beside Knox, and he lunges forward, shoving Cash aside.
My mouth is ready to receive Eli as he lowers onto his forearms over me. He barely even looks at my mouth, though. It’s the towel around me that has his attention.
My pulse throbs as he pulls it down. My breasts spill out, and all three of them gather around the foot of the bed with their mouths open.
Eli gives a low whistle.
Knox saw me topless only a short while ago, but he’s still admiring me like it’s his first time.
“I know…” says Knox. “I had the same reaction earlier.”
Eli shoots daggers at Knox. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I think you know.” Knox smiles smugly.
Eli looks enraged. His tight jaw suggests he’s barely holding it together, but he chills out a little when he looks back at my chest.
Enough is enough. I raise up onto my elbows and tilt my head. “Haven’t you all done enough gawking? Who’s gonna be the first to fuck me?”
I peel away the rest of the towel.
And their eyes drop to my pussy.
“See something you like?” I run my fingers through my wetness. Hopefully, this will be the last time I have to do this myself.
My breath hitches as I rub my swollen clit.
God, the poor thing has been through it over the past few days. I flick the nub, making a show of it, and pleasure sizzles through me.
A strong pair of hands reaches out, and I’m pushed back onto the mattress again.
I moan, feeling Cash’s hands everywhere.
And now there are more hands. They roam all over my body.
I glance up when I feel a pair of hands start to open my legs.
I splay them wide, coming up onto my elbows again. I can’t miss the show.
Eli smooths his hands up the apex of my thighs and slowly starts curling them inwards, inching closer to where I need him most.
My pussy pulsates with so much need that it’s almost painful.
I can’t help but drop my head back onto the pillow when his hands are on me.
“Fuck,” I moan, bucking my hips as Eli runs his fingertips over my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep me on the edge.
My moans quickly grow louder, which causes Cash and Knox to stop what they’re doing.
Cash zeroes in on my breasts, and Knox joins Eli at the foot of the bed. He pushes my legs wider and lifts them up to my chest.
Eli continues rubbing my clit.
And Knox slots a finger inside.
I let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and arch my back to feel as much of that finger as possible.
Oh my god, this is better than I ever imagined, and they’re still fully clothed.
“You’re absolutely drenched, baby,” purrs Knox.
I catch Knox’s dangerous gaze and feel a deep twinge low in my belly.
God, they need to hurry up and fuck me.