I should go to bed as well.Today has been every kind of crazy there is, but tomorrow will be even more important.All I want to do is cry.But I can’t bring myself to cry out in the open.
I remove the dress and stand under the shower.A wave of fresh emotion floods over me, but I swallow my tears before they can escape.I can’t break down now.There’s still too much to do.I have to stay strong until we’re on a plane to freedom.
But there is another level of anxiety at play here.Them.
I’ve only been postponing the inevitable.I need to go and see them.Thank them for bringing my father back.Profusely.Yes, I need to thank them before I drown in the tears of my own gratitude.
I step from the shower with a towel around me.I flip through the rails of clothes and half-heartedly come up empty-handed.There’s a lavish variety of clothes, yes, but none of them is casual enough to just step into and go and see the three billionaires.
Before I lose my nerve, I remove my towel and slip into a thick white bathrobe, pulling on the belt so tight around my waist, I momentarily see stars.
My heart pounding with every breath I take, I head toward the door.I have to thank for bringing my father home; I repeat in my head.I have to thank them for the hospitality they’ve shown us.I’ll thank them from the bottom of my heart.And then say my goodbye.I need to erase them from my mind.The thought destroys me, and tears well up inside me.No.Now is not the time.
The instant I swing open the door, I backtrack into the bedroom.Standing on the landing just outside the door is Tristan.Ren and Kaiser, as if they were my own personal bodyguards.
Were they just standing outside the door?
“What took you so long to open up for us?”Ren says softly as they step into the room, tall and powerful, dangerous, magnificent.
My heart falls out of my chest at the sight of them.They’re clearly freshly showered, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants.Their bodies are a design of pure, untainted power.Muscles leap out from their tanned skin.Layers of mini boulders for abs stare back at me from their bare torsos.I lose my breath at the way a soft trail of hair leads into the band of their pants.
Suddenly, I only have one question.
“Why did you bring my father here?”
“For you, sweetheart.We brought your father back for you.”
Tears drip from my eyes, surprising me.Their gazes are possessive, but at the sight of my tears, they turn a dark, dangerous hue.
“Madisyn?Why are you crying?”Tristan’s voice is filled with rage.They all three look ready to rip heads off.Because they think someone made me cry?
“For you,” I whisper.“I’m crying because of you.”
“You own us, Madisyn.From the moment we first saw you, in the kitchen, in the cabin, pretending to be our girlfriend, peeling potatoes, you owned us.And now you belong to us.”
I throw myself into their arms, kissing their faces desperately, clinging to them.
Ren carries me back into the bedroom.Tristan locks the door behind him.I’m all alone with them now.
I can’t stop touching them.The words I want to say, to thank them, remain jumbled inside my head.
The robe is ripped off my body.Their collective growls at the sight of my nakedness create a fierce blush all over my skin.I can’t put into words how I feel, so I act them out.
Without any instruction, I tear myself out of their embrace and lower myself to my knees before them.
“Ah, fuck,” Ren rasps.
My gaze fixes on Tristan.I lower his track bottoms to reveal his fully erect, rock-hard shaft.A shiver flies through me at the thought that I took his cock into my body, enormous as he is.Unconsciously, I lick my lips before planting rows and rows of kisses up and down his length.I inhale his fresh scent and feel more feminine than I thought possible.
They’re surrounding me now, so all I have to do is turn my head, and I’m gazing up into Ren’s face.My fingers slip into the waistband of his track bottoms.I slowly reveal his cock, and then my lips are all over him.
He’s hot and thick, and when I grip him with my hand, the walls of my pussy flutter.When I squeeze, my pussy clenches tight, as if he were inside me already.
By the time I turn to Kaiser and drown in his hypnotic eyes, my lips crave his cock with new urgency.I sigh in genuine relief as I unearth his shaft from his track bottoms.
I litter his length with reverent kisses, becoming addicted to his thickness in my hands.
I start again with Tristan, who now removed his track bottoms and is magnificently naked.I look up at him, and I see a god.Ren and Kaiser also removed their pants, and now I’m kneeling before three gods.
