“Perfect. I will queue that up on your in-room computer.” She winks, pushes me inside, and closes the door.
The party room has a bed big enough for eight, a stage with two poles, plenty of mirrors and lights… and the promised treats for Kissu.
He’s already tested out the offerings and gotten comfy on the sofa.
Arc holds his hand out. “Let’s get you out of those dirty clothes.”
Shock and Risk are already in the shower, Risk wincing as Shock checks the mesh covering his wounds.
Letting Arc slip off my coat, I ask the question I already know he’s heard in my thoughts. “How are we supposed to make sense of this?” There are so many questions we still don’t have answers to.
“With help. Later.” He pulls my shirt off over my head, bra following after. “Right now, the only thing you need to do is focus on getting clean and convincing the two of them to give you what you want.”
“I don’t have to convince you?”
Shaking his head, he slides my pants and underwear off at the same time. “I learned my lesson.”
He walks me backward into the shower, and when I step under the spray of one of the many showerheads, Risk holds me steady.
“You don’t have to convince me either.” He kisses me while he grabs soap from the shelf.
It’s my soap.
I blink at the other items. My shampoo, my conditioner… even the same color loofah.
Our bags are untouched by the door.
“Margot has access to our order history,” Arc says, the tiniest irritation slipping through the bond. “Hannah checked it when she set up the room.”
Everything we need, indeed.
Risk and Shock help soap me up, tracing my tattoos as they go. Arc washes my hair. And then, it’s my turn to help, even though they try to make me sit and watch.
Like the room, the shower is enormous and the edges are lined with places toobserve.
I’ll keep that in mind for tomorrow morning.
Tonight… “I get all of you,” I whisper to Shock as he kisses the butterfly and sparkles at my throat.
“Yes, you do.” He shuts off the water and we manage to get dried off, despite the endless distractions.
Arc is the one who finds the instructions from Hannah. He reads them with his head tilted to the side. “You’ve been taking your Vitamin S?”
“Ten pills every day.”
“Then it looks like all you need to do is let us give you exactly what you want.”
Squeezing my legs together, I look at the diagram. It has a customization function, so I paint the three male bodies orange, yellow, and green.
“Is that how you want us?”
Lips pressed together, I nod, and he picks me up, carrying me to the bed while the other two discuss their positions quietly together.
“You scared me to death,” Arc murmurs, crawling over me. “How do you plan on making it up to me?”
“By reminding you that I did it once… and you’re going to run off into dangerall the time, so you would be a bit of a hypocrite if you actually got mad at me for it.”
“You have a point.”
