He takes my knees, unwrapping me from his waist and pulling my legs wide, opening me up more to him and making it easier for the others to watch.
“When people fuck, they lose a little of themselves to each other. They shed that face they show the rest of the world. The mask slips and reveals who they really are.” Drew’s words are soft, for my ears only.
“Who are you?” I search his eyes, wondering if I can see who he really is.
“To you?” He smirks and rests his forehead against mine as he drives his cock into me. “I’m whatever you need me to be, princess. But in this moment, I want to be the one taking you over the edge into ecstasy one more time.”
Lifting my legs more, he thrusts in, hitting that spot inside me that stokes the fire hotter and more intense. The flames are almost painful.
“Keep your eyes on me, princess.” His voice is tight, like he’s struggling to hold back.
My eyes open to his almost black ones searching mine. It’s intimate and consuming. My release swells over me and drags me under. His lips curve into a satisfied grin as he thrusts in deep and fills me with his cum.
We breathe each other in, still connected, still searching as we come down. Our breathing slowly evens out.
“We should really get you soaking in that water. You’ve been fucked more than most women will allow in a day. I’m sore for you right now.” His smile turns cocky and some of that intimacy vanishes.
I rest my head against the wall, in no hurry to get down or to have him pull out. “I see what you mean.”
He arches an eyebrow and runs his thumbs along the inside of my knee. Sparks light beneath my skin.
“There’s this moment when everything falls away and we’re our most primal selves.” I tug on his hair.
He chuckles as he pulls out and lowers my legs. He backs me into the wall, crowding over me, dominating me.
I shiver, but stand my ground.
“Trust me, princess, when we get primal, you’ll know it.” He holds my gaze for a hot moment before his attention shifts to the guys.
I follow his line of sight and Wyatt’s dark eyes collide with mine. A shudder flows through me. I can’t wait to find out what happens when Wyatt drops his mask.
Drew draws me into the shower and helps me clean up so we can join the others in the bath. The oils fill the air with a thick scent and steam. My muscles begin to relax as Drew shuts off the shower and takes my hand to lead me to the steps down into the warm water.
“We drain these between clients and scrub them.” Drew explains as I step down into his so-called decadence. “I requested Epsom salts to help with any aches you have.”
When I’m waist deep, he brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles before releasing me to go sit down. The guys are spread out around me, almost in the four corners. I could sit somewhere between them, but everywhere feels like a choice I don’t want to make.
This is why I didn’t want to know who took my virginity. It’s too big of a step. Yes, I would have gladly given it to any of them. But knowing I could have all of them...
“While I love seeing you naked in a billow of steam, flower, you won’t hurt our feelings when you choose someone to sit with.” Finn’s green eyes shine with sincerity. “We could use a break in the festivities too. Rehydrate.”
He holds up a glass of water. Condensation runs down the sides.
My gaze settles on my Viking, my protector. I could sit with any of them, but I feel most comfortable with him. Dante’s smile grows as I move through the water his way.
It’s a little confusing how the one guy I used to dread seeing is now where I seek comfort. But his days of dragging me away from Wyatt are done, and there’s something between us that I’m not willing to overlook anymore.
When he holds his hand out to me, I take it and let him draw me down between his legs with my back against his front. I can’t see him, but it lets me be part of the conversation.
He wraps his arm around my waist and I sigh as I lean back against him.
“You didn’t have to choose me again, pip.” His voice is soft but the room is very quiet.
My cheeks flush as I realize time and time again I’ve been drawn to Dante today.
Wyatt clears his throat. “We need better guidelines for how this—” He gestures to all of us and says, “Works.”
I slide my hand over Dante’s on my stomach and tangle our fingers together. Is this where Wyatt walks away? We barely got started. Wyatt Hawkins has rejected me all of my adult life. I didn’t realize I was preparing for it again until this moment.
