Still, are they going to stand on the table, point their fingers at me, and call me a liar?A charlatan even?My stomach topples over.Guilt consumes me.
It doesn’t help that I’m seated next to them during dinner, and every touch of their hands on my body makes me spiral out of control.They’re attentive and affectionate with me, and to the naked eye, they seem in love with me.But to me, it’s a lie and a bomb waiting to drop.
My cheeks are pinker than the blush I applied, and I’m so conscious of my hardened nipples that I’m constantly folding my arms.I’m not even going to talk about the state of my underwear.My god.They just look at me, and I’m dripping wet.
The setup is after dinner we have drinks and then exchange gifts.This way, on Christmas Day, it’s all about the children and their gifts.I like that tradition.But will I ever have my own family?What?Where did that thought come from?Certainly not from my head that is consumed with them.
I can’t take my eyes off them, my gaze following the way they move, smile, and talk.At every opportunity, my uncles grab them away, and now they’re having an animated conversation as everyone looks up at them with admiration soaking their eyes.
If I get any wetter, I’m going to be dripping into my shoes.And they aren’t even mine.
I sigh loudly and snag my first glass of champagne—my first drink for the night—off the table and hide myself behind a pillar.No, I can’t take the suspense anymore.I’m going mad waiting for their next move.I need to clear myself right now.I’m going to do it.Admit everything is a lie.I’m not truly engaged to them.I don’t even know them...well, except from the cover of a magazine and endless hours of stalking them online.
I move toward the center of the room, already practicing my first line.I lied.Before I can take a sip of liquid courage, the glass is pulled from my hand.My other hand is grabbed, and I’m steered away from the hub of the room and pushed into a secret alcove, hidden out of sight.
As I’m surrounded by them, the scents of their cologne mingle and upset the very essence that keeps me sane.
“What are you doing?”I squeak.I can’t have them this close.Who knows what I’ll do?
“Take your panties off, Adalynn, and hand them to us.”
“What?”I squeak again.“Are you insane?”
“You’re our bride to be.We get to keep your panties in our pockets for the night.”
“I am not.You are not.What is going on?”I cry, utterly defeated.
“Oh, but we are.That’s what you made us, right?Our grandmother is planning our wedding as we speak.”
“What?”I ask, flabbergasted.Then I shake my head.“This is joke.Why are you doing to this to me?Look, it was an innocent fabricat––”
“Fine.We’ll just take it ourselves.”
They circle me, closing in on me like apex predators, trapping me in their delicious sexiness.I forget what I was going to say.
My lips are taken in a kiss so wild, wet, and untamed that I can’t think.Then another kiss fills me up, and another.
I’m dizzy by the time they’re done kissing me.But they’re not really done with me.
Behind me, Rafe and Tylan slip the dress off my shoulders.I try to grab it before it reveals my naked breasts, but they capture my wrists and hold me still.
I shudder as Cove brushes his thumb over my hardened nipple while Tylan, from behind me, does the same to my other nipple.My body caves in.My clit soars.I bite my lip so hard it swells.Then I shudder all over again as Rafe bundles up the dress, exposing my bare thighs.
I crumble as his and Cove’s fingers slip into the waistband of the flimsy pair of panties I’m wearing, while Tylan licks his forefinger and rolls my nipple in the wetness before he blows on it.
Fresh wetness gathers on my folds and drips into my panties seconds before Cove and Rafe peel them off.Cove then lowers himself and slips them out of my heels.He brings the drenched fabric to his nose.Tylan sinks his teeth into the side of my neck and sucks hard.Rafe slips his fingers between my thighs, between my folds, dipping into my wetness before he withdraws and tastes my essence.
Then Cove raises himself up and plants a gentle kiss on my swollen lip before he pockets my panties, and they desert me there in the alcove.Still dripping, my nipples still rock hard, the imprint of their touch on my body still playing havoc with my senses.
