I stumbled forward as my core burst into flames.
When I scanned the suite, there was no sign of Conal. The bitch in my head quickly concluded his absence meant he’d decided he didn’t want me. This imaginary rejection stung, but I could hardly complain with two delicious men staring at me like I was lunch. Besides, he could just be out for a run or something.
“You two sorted your shit out, then?” Ronan asked as his hungry gaze consumed me.
Declan ignored him, the entirety of his focus on me. He watched through hooded eyes as Ronan leaned in and inhaled my scent. It should have been creepy, only it wasn’t.
“Damn, pixie, you smell good. Like a vanilla cupcake.”
He smelled good, too, but I couldn’t get the words out. My throat had seized.
Fingers found the hidden zipper on my dress, and in seconds, the fabric fluttered to the floor, leaving me standing in a pale blue bra and thong. I’d never felt so exposed. Or powerful.
Declan sat forward, resting his arms on his thighs, eyes black as he stared at me.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
My inner critic whispered I was much fatter than Bridget, but I ignored her. Declan had told me he wanted me, and I believed him.
Ronan’s hands skated over my curves, reacquainting himself with every inch of my body.
I felt him hard against my ass as he cupped my breasts, testing the weight of them. It had been weeks, but now he was here, in the flesh. All mine.
His lips brushed the soft skin below my ear, and I shivered. A hand slid down my belly and between my thighs. A moan escaped when his fingers dipped beneath my panties and found my wet center.
“Tell me how she feels, brother.” The tension in Declan’s voice cut through the thick air between us.
Ronan groaned as he ground his cock against me. “She’s so wet for us. I fucking need to get inside her before I nut.”
“You’ll not fuck her until I tell you!”
“Who put you in charge, eh?” Ronan growled.
Quick as a flash, Declan sprung from the chair and yanked Ronan away from me. They grappled as I watched, unsure whether I was even more turned on watching them wrestle or concerned about the potential for property damage.
“I’m the oldest, so I’m always in charge.”
“Hey, she’s mine too!”
The door slid open behind me, a small rush of warm, fragrant air tickled my skin.
“Getting started without me, you bad girl,” Conal breathed against my ear as his arm slid around my waist from behind. From the slickness of his skin, he’d either been in the basement gym over at the main house or out running.
He smelled of citrus and sweat, a mouth-watering combination. When I turned, he grinned. My eyes danced over his bare chest and dipped down to where his shorts hung low on his hips. I licked my lips, eager to taste his salty skin.
“I’ve missed you, sweetheart.” The softness in Conal’s eyes hit me hard. My emotions had been close to the surface all evening, so it was no great surprise when tears threatened to spill down my cheeks.
“I’ve missed you, too. Missed you all.” No lie. I had missed them. The weeks apart had been torture. Even though I’d needed time and space to process, letting them go had been the hardest decision of my life.
But my self-imposed exile was over.
Conal reached out and brushed my tears away with his thumb. His lips brushed mine. Soft at first, then harder as desire took hold. I could hear Ronan grumbling in the background, but Conal had stolen my focus.
We slotted together perfectly, my curves against his hard edges. Another hard body moved in behind me, identical in height and build.Ronan.
He gripped my hips when Conal broke our kiss, leaving me breathless and needy.
I turned to the side to see Declan had taken his seat again and was watching the three of us with heat in his eyes.
