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She’s sitting at the edge of her bed. Alec knelt in front of her taking his boots off her feet. I keep glancing up while I’m drawing her a bath, watching her watch him. It’s erotic, in a way. I get why Alec is a voyeur.
There’s so much more to see than meets the eye.
Because what I’m watching isn’t him taking shoes off that are too big. It’s Alec taking his time, running his fingers under the snow pants, before sliding the boots off her feet. Pressing gentle kisses to her covered knees before he sets one aside to do the other. The best part, though, is Samantha weaving her fingers gently through his hair as she bites that damn bottom lip.
Fuck.
I’ve never really…we’ve never done this. We fuck women and worship them sexually. But this is different.
The moment Samantha went limp in Cole’s arms, we might as well have been a crew of medics.
Everyone scrambled, getting ice, a cold washcloth, and water. Cole destroyed Alec’s jacket, ripping it off her as we laid her on the floor. And none of us spoke, hovering until she started waking up.
I’m sure we’d have done that in any same situation. Still, the attention to every detail of care makes what’s happening right now so different.
Samantha’s not just some chick that passed out in front of us.
We like her. Each of us in our own way. That much is clear.
“Did I die? Because this looks a lot like heaven,” she teases, loud enough for me to hear.
“Stop talking for once and relax,” Reed throws back, grinning at her scowl.
He’s next to her, eyes never leaving her. Slowly dragging the cool washcloth back and forth from the nape of her neck to the small amount of collarbone showing under her shirt.
“No more snowsuits. Or Alec’s T-shirts,” Cole says gruffly. He frowns, pulling her hair to the side, giving more room for the cloth to run over her skin. “You’ll go through my closet. Take what you want.”
I’m not the only one that glances at him.
Mr. I probably get my underwear pressed is letting her rifle through his shit and take what she wants.
Yeah, we like her.
It makes sense. Sammy’s like a breath of fresh air. No filter. Audacious as all hell. Brave enough to jump right in and change the rules for herself.
I shut the water off, dipping my hand inside to ensure the perfect temperature before I stand and make my way to the doorway. She’s talking as I lean a shoulder against it.
“Say what now? Is the beast going to let Belle borrow his clothes? Don’t go falling for me, Cole. Because I’m more like a perverted Cinderella. I expire on Sunday at midnight, and I’m taking my shoes with me.”
He’s nodding, the ghost of a smirk on his face. “Noted.”
“How are you feeling, cutie?” I toss out, garnering her attention.
“Sweaty.” Her eyes shift to the guys doting on her before looking back at me. “And kind of hot.”
I chuckle because I know what she means, but Alec stands, putting the back of his hand on her forehead.
“I’m fine,” she breathes, intertwined in a laugh.
I push off the frame, stalking toward her.
“I think it’s time to clean you up. Whaddya think?”
She nods as I stop in front of her. The guys are hovering but giving me room. We decided on this plan as Cole carried her to the room. Alec and I made Reed clue him in.
This way to heaven just makes the most sense. She still has questions, maybe even reservations. And selfishly, I’m happy it’s me who gets to pave the way.
She’s staring up at me, her lips barely parted as I slip my thumb inside her mouth, watching her close around it before I drag it out.
“I’d like to undress you. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she says, floating on a whisper.
My eyes are glued to hers.
“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. Do you understand?” My wet thumb drags down over her chin, then her neck, goosebumps trailing behind. I trace a path all the way down to her cleavage.
“Everything we do is about pleasing you. We want to worship you, Samantha.”
She’s already arching toward me, eyes closing, as her head falls back. I lean down, smelling her sweet scent, running my nose across her jaw before pressing my lips to her neck. Leaving imprinted words on her skin.
“We’re yours now.”
