A week has gone by and not one of those bastards has laid a finger on me much less any other part of their anatomy. Six solo showers, six shared dinners, six restless, no sex movie nights and nothing beyond a freaking kiss or a caress at any other time.
And God forbid I ask why. All I get in return is a you need to heal. Give yourself time. You’d think I was on my deathbed.
What the hell does a girl have to do to get some? What’s the use of having three lovers if I can’t get at least one interested in bending me over in the shower? Taking me in the hot tub while it snows around us. Okay, I’ve probably thought about that one a little too long.
I’m achy, bored, and horny. They don’t know it yet, but they’ve done nothing but create a monster.
Wind howls outside and the lights flicker a second before settling. Only silver lining to this whole trip so far has been this beautiful luxury cabin. Two stories, a full library and a kick-ass balcony that extends off the second floor. And a generator if the power goes out. So I’m not worried about the snowpocalypse going down beyond the window. Actually, it’s kind of soothing knowing we’re secluded and protected by mother nature.
Part of me wants to never leave. But if these men think they can hide me forever…
I huff a sigh of frustration. One battle at a time. I kick the shampoo bottle to the side and step under the warm spray of water to rinse off. Snow pelts the windows and at any other time it would be simply stunning to watch the cold flakes drift over the vast landscape one little ice crystal at a time.
But right this very second, it’s like watching damn paint dry.
But that’s okay. I can play dirty too. I throw the shower door open and get to work drying off. A few minutes later, with dry hair and a clean nightie that barely covers my ass I form a plan. My bruises have faded to ugly yellow marks and my face is pretty much healed all except for a small patch beneath my eye. Not my sexiest moment, but it’s not my face I want them looking at anyway.
Perched at the top landing, I take a moment and map out my plan of attack. Brogan and Atlas are in the kitchen leaving Ryder all by himself in the living room. Bad move, boys. The open floorplan of the downstairs is a marvel to look at. They have no idea I’m stalking their asses. Six years ago, I ran off wounded and hurt. I didn’t fight for what I wanted. I’m a jaded woman now with a lot more grit in her spine. And I know how to work up an evil plan like nobody’s business.
Smelling irresistible and just about sweet enough to eat—thank you Brogan for the toiletry run—I pinch my nipples and get them teasing the delicate silk of my gown. Something sexy I found in Justice’s closet.
Second move complete. First being the shower.
“Enjoy your shower, butterfly?”
“Hmhmm.” I nod, not giving my handsome chefs a second look. That gets me some whispers and I fight back a smug smile when I turn away from them and forge a beeline toward the living room. With the ample open design Atlas and Brogan both get to watch my next moves while they cook. Poor men. They’ll have to pick—continuing to ignore me or join in on the fun I have planned.
Atlas eyes me from the kitchen where he’s cutting vegetables up for another stew of some sort, phone pressed between his shoulder and ear. Brogan is manning the stove, the pot of simmering broth smelling divine.
But I’m hungry for something else right now.
Hooded eyes track my movements, and I can feel heated gazes pin me between the shoulder blades. Then slide down to caress over my ass barely hidden beneath a small amount of silk.
Eat your heart out, my SEALs.
“Watching anything good?” I slide down next to Ryder and make sure he feels the tip of my eager nipples brush across his massive bicep. He’s reclined in the middle of the couch, feet up on a tufted footstool wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants. How? Tell me how am I expected to resist that?
“Not really, baby.” His gaze moves from the TV to flick over my smooth legs and climbs from there until a slow grin overtakes his lips.
Digging into my ample reserve of grit, I toss my newfound treasure on the couch cushion and bury my fingers into the ends of my gown. I move away and settle nearby and tug up the material little by little until I am completely bare. Lavender material puddles at my feet, and I’m left wearing nothing but my necklace and a shawl of determination.
Piercing gray eyes meet mine. There’s a mixture of hunger and resistance marring his handsome features.
Poor man. With a pinched look like he’s really gonna hate what I’m about to do.
“Maybe I can put on a show for you then?”
I take the brand-new vibrator I discovered upstairs complete with packaging and recline against a mass of throw pillows. I swear, it is like the Universe lined this moment up perfectly.
One by one, I place my feet flat against the couch and then I butterfly my legs. With me spread wide, those unwavering eyes finally dip to my center, and I see when the hunger outweighs all else.
I hear a battery of curses come from the kitchen.
“Kandy. What the fuck are you doing?”
Trailing fingers over my breasts and down my midriff sets off a gritty glitter of excitement in those eyes and I know Ryder is mine. Third phase is complete. Just a little more…
I pull on an encouraging smile and tip over the edge of my folds to dip a finger through my warm honey.
“Hi,” I moan with a sultry lilt.
“Since you guys seem to have turned celibate in the last few days, I’m taking matters into my own hands. Literally.”
I palm the vibrator and flick the little button on. A humming sound fills the dead silence everyone has fallen into.
“That so?” Ryder growls hungrily, peering up at my body with a devilish grin.
“It is.”
I slowly bring the vibrator to my mouth and lick the bulbous tip, before slipping it over one nipple, the other, and finally settling over the hard bead tucked between my pussy lips.
My mouth hinges open and I’m gasping at the sensations plaguing my overly sensitive bud. I’ve been left longing since our delicious night together. My body can’t take more than a couple of seconds at a time.
“Something wrong? Need a little help?”
“Nope.” I dig in my heels and reach for my breasts.
I draw my toy back and swirl the vibrating tip over my clit, working myself in slow circles.
“Let me call you back,” I hear Atlas say.
Atlas and Brogan prowl closer until I see them come into view over the ledge of the couch and they pin me with two sets of dark eyes. Their eyes are practically glowing with fiery lust. The force of those powerful looks sends sensations cascading over me. I shudder, loving the strength of my body heat melding with Ryder’s. He’s kneeling at my feet now. His length strains the confines of his sweats. It’s a beautiful sight to behold so I do the only natural thing a girl like me would do. I reach for it, pull the band down and slide my hand inside.
Sweet, merciful…
My heart still races as both Atlas and Brogan watch me pleasure myself and Ryder.
I wrap my fingers around Ryder’s massive girth and groan at the feel of his fiery-hot length in my hand. Stroking down and then back up I get a bead of pre-cum for my efforts.
“Careful, Kandy. You push us too far; we’ll give you exactly what you want.”
There’s a biting warning to his tone. Instead of giving me pause it feeds the fuel to go full throttle.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” In goes the vibrator. Not fully, just an inch but it’s all I need to have hot liquid coating my folds.
Strong fingers find my hair and pull my face around. I look up at Atlas and he’s so close to giving in. “It is when you’re hurt and confused.”
Between my legs, Ryder thumbs my clit while I tease my entrance.
“I don’t think we have a choice here, man.” Ryder’s voice is thick and lusty.
Atlas grips the back edge of the couch, resting his heavy weight on his arms. Muscles bunch and flex. Now that I really take a moment to look, I see hints of his age brushing along the corners of his eyes. Sexy and utterly mouthwatering.
“There you go again. Thinking you know what is best for me.” I downplay how frustrating my stepbrother can be and focus on the quivering ripples of sensations buoying inside me.
I work Ryder at the same time I slip the tip of my vibrator inside my aching channel again.
My mouth hinges open and I’m instantly toeing the ledge of my orgasm.
“God damn it, Kandy!” Ryder roars and encases my hand with his larger one. He yanks his sweatpants down another notch and together we work him faster. Brogan who has stayed silent up until now is around the couch and kneeling beside me. He throws the vibrator across the living room and replaces my new toy with his hot, wet mouth.
Yes! I won!
I nearly fall off the couch. “Argh!” I scream and buck into his hungry mouth. Eager lips wrap around my bundle of nerves and give a hard suck.
“Fuck if I let some toy get my woman off. You sure you want this?”
“Yes,” I pant. “If you guys don’t touch me, I’m going to lose my mind.” I’m looking straight into Atlas’ eyes. And he looks back. For a second, I spy inklings of the man from six years ago. The one who shunned me and I grow still. He’s wearing his customary blanket expression that prevents me from reading his true feelings. Just like that night. Until he drops it. “I’m here, butterfly,” he reassures me. “I’m here.”
That’s all I need to hear. The second he throws aside the fabric of denial, the heat fusing his gaze on me is utterly breathtaking.
A slow, easy smile spreads across my face and I hold a hand out to him. He sets aside the phone he’d been clutching, and I’m quickly lifted and settled over Ryder.
“Come here, baby.” He shoves his pants past his knees and my wet, clenching core takes his length in one possessive move. He’s careful of my tender ribs and instead clenches those powerful fingers of his into the ample flesh of my thighs.
“I literally ache to have you inside me.” My arms are around Ryder’s neck, and he wraps me in his. With our chests pressed together I can feel the powerful thud of his heartbeat and that rhythm feeds into my soul.
I sink over him until I can feel every last inch of his shaft claim my pussy.
Brogan glides his palm up my back and helps me ease over the top of his friend in slow movements. Ryder’s huge throbbing cock tunnels into me. My head falls back, and my mouth is immediately consumed by a lover. Hands caress every inch of my body.
“I’ve been dying to touch you. Are you sure you’re not hurting?”
And then suddenly. As if a switch is flicked on in my brain, I realize what has kept each of them from doing anything other than feeding me this past week.
Spread over Ryder I still and place a hand on Atlas and then Brogan. “Look at me. Please.”
They do. My heart hurts so much with the love I’ve had for these men long before they even knew. It dulled to the recesses of my mind over time. But seeing them again. Feeling their touches, has rekindled all the emotions I tried to stamp out.
My fingers trace the clean-shaven jaws of my men and I look at each of them in turn.
“What happened is not your fault. You will not shoulder the blame for the lunacy of another. That is their burden to carry alone. Karma will see to it. You have to trust that.”
“The only thing we trust is that you will never go another day without one of us or all of us at your side.”
I shake my head and turn to Ryder. “We know that’s not even remotely possible.”
“The he—” Atlas tries to argue but I silence him with a kiss.
His fingers wrap around mine and he slides our palms together.
“Please listen to me, Atlas. I was banged up a little. But look at it this way. You have me here now. So what are you going to do with me?”
This far up the mountain on such a secluded back road, Justice didn’t bother with curtains. “We have an uninterrupted view of winter at its most beautiful, a roaring fire, and all night long.”
“The real beauty is right here. Heart, body, and soul.” Brogan drops kisses over my shoulder and over the dip to finally wrap his lips around my pulse point and give a hard suck.
I cream all over Ryder.
“Damn, she’s on fire,” Ryder confirms, and I laugh a soft sultry sound.
“She’s right, men.” Atlas grips my hip tight, and I shimmy overtop Ryder. He grunts in appreciation.
Brogan doesn’t care.
My silent warrior plucks me off his friend and steals me away to spread me out in front of the fire.
“If we’re here much longer we’ll need to get a tree.”
“We’ll get you one tomorrow. White lights—your favorite—all those glittery ornaments Justice has in the attic. We’ll even hang some garland on the balcony railings and make some pumpkin pie.”
Be still my freaking Christmas-loving heart. I spread my legs and wrap them around Brogan. “Eggnog?” I tease. “We can’t play house without eggnog.”
“Homemade,” Ryder confirms. “I have a recipe I’ve wanted to try for ages.
Atlas snorts and wears a smirk at his friend’s comment. Citrine eyes level on my blues. “And who’s playing? If you haven’t caught on yet, butterfly. This is the real deal. You make us want to do things we never thought about before.”
I know. I just like hearing it.
Brogan steals my attention. “Eggnog. Yeah, as long as it’s spiked.” He has the same sweats as Ryder does, and Lord save me. He’s talking but all I’m seeing is his lovely cock outlined in gray cotton.
“I’m only partially kidding,” I hear myself say but now my eyes are roving over Atlas. His sweats are black, tighter than the others. I swallow thickly and wonder if it’s bad manners to stare for more than ten seconds if you intend to make good on the promise of licking all three.
“We’re not.” I’m flipped around to my knees and Brogan hooks an arm around my middle and lifts. “I already know you’re dripping wet for us. Now I want a taste.”
I swallow a moan. “You know we can’t stay here forever. Justice will come looking for me.” I hate blowing their perfect idea of a great Christmas.
Atlas smiles as he moves in front of me. His beautiful cock hangs in front of my mouth heavy and ready. Pre-cum coats the fat crown and all it will take is a small movement from me to have him in my mouth, my tongue licking up his spilled cum.
“Who do you think I was on the phone with? Sorry, butterfly, but you’re not due back to work until after the new year. That gives us ample time to thoroughly convince you to marry us.”
I’m momentarily shocked, and Atlas takes full advantage of my open mouth. He rocks forward and slides his shaft over my tongue. I moan around his length and deep throat him, swallow, and pull back. Right into Brogan’s waiting hands.
“I hurt you so much, my special butterfly. I’m so sorry.” Atlas’ voice turns vulnerable, and I can feel the tension in him grow until I peer up at him and force all the love in me into my gaze.
He smiles down at me, and I know…just know…everything will be okay.
Behind me Brogan strokes my pussy faster and dips two fingers into my hot core. I clench around him and buck against his touch, riding his hand hard until my climax hits me so hard, I’m left utterly breathless.
I’m panting heavily and every muscle in my body shakes from the fierceness of my release.
“Easy. Feel better now? Want more?” I nod my head.
“Good answer.”
Ryder kneels beside his friend, and each takes turns filling my mouth with slow strokes. A couple of dips before the next glides over my tongue. The taste of their pre-cum makes my mouth water for more. My jaw goes slack, and I take them deeper. My chest vibrates with the raw need to pleasure my men. Give them everything they need from me. Show them the level of trust I feel when I’m with them. Looking back, I see it’s what they did with me at Club Sin. They wanted to show me I was safe with them. That I could trust them with my body. This past week, they showed me I could trust them with my heart. That they would care for me.
The light flickers and wind howls but I pay no mind. I’m safe here. I’m with my SEALs.
Somewhere a phone rings and Atlas growls. He ignores it and I reach up to roll his heavy cum-filled balls in the palm of my hand. His head falls back, and he growls so fiercely I swear the windows rattle.
Brogan is on his knees, and I feel the head of his cock tease my slick, wet slit.
I press back, letting him know I’m ready.
The phone rings again.
“God damn it.” Atlas reaches for his cell phone and presses the speaker button. He places it on the floor by my hands. “What the fuck do you want? Speak and make it fast.”
“We know who the stalker is.”
“You’re not going to believe this shit.”
“Justice? Seth? Holy shit.” I grab the phone. “Who?”
Lights flicker and suddenly I can’t see anything, and the phone goes dead.
My blood turns to ice.
