“Mmmfuckk!” I moan as he closes his mouth around it, gently licking and sucking me until I’m a quivering mess. He holds my legs, pinning me to him as he tastes my release.
“Heaven,” he murmurs before he pushes his tongue inside me.
“She really does taste like heaven, doesn’t she, baby.” Colton’s voice cuts through the room, startling both Roman and me. Roman raises his head and lookstoward the doorway, where Colton and Jace are standing, both wearing nothing but baggy sweats.
We woke them up.
The thought slips through the haze of heat still simmering between Roman and me, and something about that makes me feel victorious.
I don’t bother hiding my body from them, after all, they’ve already seen me up close and personal.
I want them to see me like this. To see their precious Roman claim me, own me, because every part of my being wants them to do the same.
Jace’s eyes roll over our bodies before flicking to the discarded mask and knife on the bed beside me. His eyes widen, then immediately snap back to Roman. His brows knit together in confusion, or maybe it’s disbelief, as he realizes what actually happened here.
Roman came clean, and judging by the look on both Jace and Colton’s faces, they can’t believe it.
“You know?” This comes from Jace, though I believe he's talking to himself more than anything.
“She knows,” Roman says, reaching for the towel at his feet. He goes to cover my body to give me some privacy, but I shake my head. I sit up, and Roman leans back on his knees, the whole time his eyes never leave mine. A beat passes between us before Colton clears his throat to speak.
“How much do you know?”
“She knows all of it. Well… she knows about The Order. She knows that I love her,” he says, and I offer him a small smile before turning to the others.
“I know it was you on Fright Night. The mask and knife kind of gave it away. I also know that it was you three who left me blindfolded and chained to a fucking warehouse ceiling.” They all fall silent, and I look up to see Jace, cool as a fucking cucumber, which only irks me.
Jace… Jason.
I am so fucking stupid, of course it was them.
They'd better not hold that against me, because I was obviously blinded by the possibility of being railed into the middle of next week by threevery large,masked men.
I stand, not bothering to cover myself, and Roman’s eyes widen when he comes face to face with my pussy, that two minutes ago he was tongue deep inside. As much as it pains me, I ignore him, walking over to stand in the center of the room.
Colton and Jace lean on either side of the doorway, looking both guilty and like they’re concerned about what my knowing all of this shit means.
Their tattooed, muscular bodies are enough to make even the strongest woman weak in the knees, but I refrain from thinking those kinds of thoughts right now. I will not let them distract me, not yet. My emotions are all over the place as I look between them, feeling both disgusted and turned on. I want tohurt them and fuck all their brains out at the same time.
Crossing the room, I retrieve a scarf from my dresser drawers, feeling the heat of all their gazes on my bare ass. Returning, I narrow my eyes before showing them just how pissed off I am.
“Jace,” I say calmly, but the look on his face says that he knows I am anything but calm. Colton, on the other hand, is so fucking confused right now, and I’m savoring every damn second of it. “Come here,” I order, and Jace pushes off the doorframe, knowing he’s about to lose whatever power he thinks he has over me.
If we’re going to do this, they need to know that I’m not just some sort of dull, pick-me bitch who’ll let them walk all over me.
No.
I am a woman who has known what the fuck I’ve wanted since the day that I met them, and this time, whatever is happening between the four of us is going to be on my terms, whether they like it or not.
“What are you?—”
“Did I say you could speak?” I spit, successfully cutting him off. I roll my eyes over his body, noticing the outline of his growing erection through his sweatpants.
This man, I swear to God.
“Kneel,” I demand, and with an amused smile, he does. His dark eyes, the color of whiskey in this light,stare into mine as he moves, and they only make my heart stutter.
“Holy fuck,”Colton groans, and I think that by now they all get the fucking point of what’s happening here. I want to spend the rest of my life tracing every sharp line of their big, delectable bodies, but tonight, they’re going to work for it.
