“Now I’m curious.”
He smiles and takes my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. Quietly, I follow him out of the ballroom and across the lobby, then all the way through to the back of the mansion, somewhere on the north side, where beyond a double glass door, a greenhouse opens with a splendiferous view of the woods beyond.
“My brothers and I usually have this corner all to ourselves,” Asher says as he closes and locks the doors behind us.
Cole and Toby emerge from behind a massive potted shrub with long, blade-like leaves and thick flower stems. I remain still, genuinely surprised.
“Wait,” I gasp. “You’re all here?”
“We were waiting for you, Willow,” Cole says.
“You knew I’d be here, and you purposely set up your meeting with Mr. Morgan to coincide with my visit,” I say, a grin stretching across my face.
“Did you really think you’d get away from us that easily?” Toby asks, a black tee stretching shamelessly across his broad chest while the jeans hug his muscular legs in all the right places, adding pressure to my core.
“I guess I did,” I concede. “Clearly, I was wrong.”
Toby is the first to reach me. He grabs me by the back of the neck, his grip firm and unforgiving. A sharp edge is added to our dynamic, and it only makes me hotter for this man, more willing to abandon myself in his possession.
“You were wrong,” he growls. “You can’t get away from us, Willow.”
“Even if I wanted, I can’t,” I admit as he pulls me into a hungry, devastatingkiss.
“Don’t run from us,” he tells me, and maybe it’s supposed to intimidate me, but all I can do is soften against his chiseled chest and purr like a kitten.
“What can I do to make it up to you?” I ask, leaning into my naughty side.
Cole moves behind me, his hands eagerly working to peel my jeans off, while Toby rids me of my sweater.
“You’re going to get on your knees, darling,” Toby commands me.
I am so eager to oblige, my mind bubbling with the opportunity ahead. They guide me to the seating area to our right, where large sofas unfurl over a plush green carpet. Potted plants and miniature trees keep us out of view of anyone, and the trees outside cast a long shadow over the greenhouse.
I let Asher take off my panties and bra before I sink down to my knees in front of them, watching as they take off their clothes.
“I’m on my knees,” I say, my hands slowly reaching up to my breasts as they get naked, gloriously hung and eager to fill me, to stretch me, to devour me. “What now?”
Cole, Asher, and Toby move closer, their thick thighs and massive cocks making my lips feel dry. I lick them as I squeeze my breasts, stunned by how turned on I am simply by being here with them.
“Open wide,” Toby says, cupping my chin.
I smile and do as I’m told, letting him slide into my mouth as I admire the ropes of muscle covered in tattoos, his pecks twitching and lips twisted into a devilish grin as I suck hiscock. He tastes like heaven, and I love the ease with which he fills my mouth. A vein throbs along the shaft, pressing against my tongue.
“If this is my punishment, I think I might want to be bad more often,” I say, pulling off Toby’s cock and moving to Asher’s.
I taste him, and I’m drunk, drunk with lust and something that runs far deeper than anything I’ve ever felt. I’m safe with them, safe enough to let my innermost thoughts and most daring dreams breach my reality as I look up at Asher while Toby and Cole watch me with dark, hungry eyes.
I relax my jaw to take all of him, and tears spring to my eyes. He pulls back, and I take him in, licking and damn near swallowing him whole, over and over, until he grunts and lets Cole take over.
I wrap my hands around the base of his cock and slowly take him next, suckling and licking until the taste of him becomes embedded in my very soul.
One by one, they switch places, and I suck them over and over, eager and hungry for more, until I feel their cocks pulsating, swelling, and aching for me. Asher runs his fingers through my hair as he helps me up and nudges me toward the sofa.
“Look at me,” he says.
I look at him, drowning in the dark blue skies of his gaze, his lips parted slightly.
“Spread your legs,” he says.
