I grunt and take a sip of the scotch. Sara can hold her own with the four of us. It’s impressive. But I’ve always known she was special. She just can’t be mine.
“She’s made of tougher stuff than most women.” Dante sits in the chair, holding his glass between his knees. He’s also in his boxers and has taken a shower so his blond hair hangs wet around his shoulders.
“She’s stubborn. That doesn’t equal tough.” I sit in the chair next to him because I can see the door to the bathroom from here.
Sara is soft and warm. Someone could easily use her. Which is the reason I helped Tom scare her boyfriends in high school.
Shouldn’t someone go check on her and Drew?
“You’ve ignored her for the past six years. The fact that she’s willing to accept you now after everything proves she’s strong.” Dante leans back and blows out a breath. “Besides, you agreed to include him.”
Drew Young. Who would have ever thought Sara would want a guy like him? He’s rich, sure. New money. Dresses nicely. Keeps himself fit. Is attractive, if all the matchmaking mothers and notches on his bedpost are anything to go by.
But that’s just it. He’s a man whore. He doesn’t hide it. Like a point of pride, he flaunts it. And I’ve let him touch Sara. Let him fuck her. Knowing who he is.
He’s said he’s committed, but for how long? What happens to her when he strays?
“What do we actually know about him?” I tip my glass toward the door and lean toward Dante. “We haven’t really had anyone dig into his background. Just the surface stuff that tells us his credit score and that he hasn’t been convicted of any crime. Convicted.”
“Wyatt.” Dante’s voice is calm, but that’s who Dante is. He’s the rock of our group.
“What?” I down more of my drink and feel it burn its way to my gut.
“He’s a good guy. I asked around.” Dante takes a sip. “Yeah, he sleeps around, but he hasn’t so much as stepped out with another woman since he started dating Sara, which is some sort of record for the man.”
“It’s not like they’ve been dating long,” I scoff.
“You can hate him all you want, but Sara likes him.” Dante runs his finger along the rim of his glass.
“You don’t think it’s a little convenient that Tom used to go to his club and that’s the only lead we’ve had so far?” My mind spins with possibilities. “What if Drew is the new client Tom is running from? And we’re all just letting Drew fuck his sister? What if that’s the reason Drew’s interested in her?”
Finn settles in the seat next to mine. “We can go through all the conspiracy theories later, but right now, we have a woman to fuck.”
I run my hand through my hair. Yeah, we do. My cock twitches. I’m good with vanilla sex for the most part. I hide the part of me that most women don’t find acceptable until I truly know someone. Because in the kind of sexual relationship I want, there has to be trust.
She needs to trust me to stop if she says her safe word. And I have to trust her to use it. Especially when things get rough.
Just thinking about holding Sara down and making sure she’s completely overwhelmed with cock makes me hard. Fuck.
The door to the bathroom opens and Sara comes out in a towel with her damp hair hanging over her breasts. Her makeup is all gone. She looks fresh and innocent.
I hold my hand out to her and she bites her lip, but she comes forward. Satisfaction burns in my chest as she sits on my lap. I hold my drink to her and she arches an eyebrow, but takes it and swallows a mouthful.
When she hands me back the glass, I set it to the side and draw her mouth down to mine. Our tongues touch and the smoky taste of the liquor lingers in our mouths. The kiss goes on as we explore each other. When she sucks on my tongue, a bolt of need courses through me.
We draw away from each other. Her green eyes are almost black with her desire. Fuck, this woman has always been mine, but now I can own her and claim her. For how long?
I can’t think about my friend’s inevitable return with what I’m about to do, because right now, Sara’s the most important person in the room. And she wants to feel everything.
She loosens the towel and drops it on the floor beside the chair, leaving her beautifully naked on my lap. I run my fingertips down her side and a shiver ripples through her.
“Are you ready for us?” I’ve already told her what we want to do to her.
Her eyes flick to Dante and Finn before returning to mine. “Yes, sir.”
Drew chuckles darkly. “I’m willing to watch this time, but I’m on board for participating in our girl’s pleasure.”
When she stands, I trail my hand over her ass as she walks past me back to Drew in his chair. With her hands on his shoulders, she bends over and kisses him. Fuck, her body is everything I ever dreamed about.
