“We’re having our own Valentine’s Day celebration,” Max says.
“I thought we had that last night. You know, our last night,” I mumble, not wanting to get my hopes up, even as the sight before me gives me every reason to feel elated.
Vincent shakes his head. “No way. That was everybody else’s Valentine celebration, not ours.”
“We had nothing to celebrate, for that matter,” Alex adds as he gets up and walks towards me. He’s gone back to his casual look: tight-fitting jeans and a t-shirt. “Our contract ended last night.”
“That’s right. So again I ask, what am I doing here?”
“We decided we would like an extension,” he replies, and my heart starts racing like a runaway train. Alex lifts his hand to touch my face, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from passing out right in front of him. “If you want it, Raina, we can keep going. We can see where it leads and build on it.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I manage with a trembling voice while his fingers trace the contour of my jaw.
Max and Vincent join us, and I see the same look in their eyes: longing, desire, the kind that transcends the hungers of the flesh. Something more is happening between us,something profound and powerful and impossible to ignore—though we’ve all tried our best to ignore it.
“We make sense, don’t we?” Vincent asks. “The four of us together.”
“It’s the first time we’ve found ourselves wanting more with the same woman, to be perfectly candid,” Max adds with a wry smile.
“I’ve never done this before,” I say.
“You’ve been doing it for the past week and quite perfectly,” Alex replies and kisses me gently. “Maybe it doesn’t have to end.”
“Maybe it can go on for a little while longer,” I whisper against his lips.
Just a little while longer.
14
RAINA
“It’s not natural,” I manage as Alex kneads my breasts and takes each nipple in his mouth. The way he licks and suckles the perky tips sends thousands of tiny jolts through my whole body.
“Says who?” Max whispers in my ear as he unravels a red silk ribbon.
It tickles my forearm as he takes my hands and binds them behind my back, planting kisses over my shoulder with every ragged breath he takes.
“Couples are supposed to be?—”
“Couples are overrated,” Vincent growls and runs his fingers through my hair while he lets his tongue trail an invisible line along my neck.
Alex moans softly, his mouth full of my breast. He looks up, our eyes meet, and I clench tightly around his fingers—two of them deep inside me, priming and testing me, preparing me for what comes next.
“From the moment we met you all those years ago, we knew you were different,” Alex confesses, raising his head.
My knees wobble as he presses the bottom of his palm against my clit.
With my hands bound, I cannot touch them, but I can certainly feel them. Max and Vincent take great pleasure in making sure I’m aware of precisely how hard they are, how badly they want me. Max’s giant cock is wedged between my buttocks as he kisses the back of my neck. Vincent guides his engorged tip against my hip with one hand, while he uses his other hand to squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple.
Alex keeps finger-fucking me and bringing me closer to the sharp edge.
“Out of respect for your brother, we kept a reasonable distance,” he says. “Then you were with someone, and we knew we couldn’t even dream of taking a step toward you.”
Max slaps my ass and gently bites my shoulder. “God, you’re fucking delicious, Raina. Your my favorite meal day in and day out.”
“We kept a close eye on you,” Alex says, his voice low as he strokes me faster, deeper, harder.
“Oh, don’t stop…” I hiss, my core tighter than ever.
