“Okay, sweetie. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The phone disconnects and I toss it on the bed beside me. Sleep won’t happen now, so I roll out of the bed and cross to my bathroom. After turning on the shower, I brush my teeth and then strip out of my clothes.
In the mirror, I catch a slightly pink mark on my neck and lean in for a closer look. Last night, Drew left a mark on me. Pleasure ripples through me as I stroke my fingers over the faint hickey. I don’t think anyone’s ever given me a hickey before.
As I take my shower, my thoughts keep drifting to Drew and Finn last night. My hands slide down my wet body. I’m tempted to bang one out fast, but instead I quickly finish my shower. The other nice thing about having the house to myself is no little demon spawn to race into my room, interrupting what I need to do.
So I can actually take my time.
I dry off and wrap the towel around myself while I blow-dry my hair. The ache grows the more I think of what should have happened last night. Drew in the kitchen, me on the counter, his fingers moving in and out until he replaced them with his cock, thrusting inside me until I couldn’t even think as desire crashed over me.
Or Finn never stopped and, instead of lifting me off the table, eased his cock deep inside me, filling me so fucking full until my pussy clenched around him.
I set the dryer down and stare at my flushed cheeks in the mirror. And that one mark that means Drew wanted to claim me. Fuck.
I hurry into the bedroom, jerk back the covers and drop my towel on the floor. Naked, I get into bed with the covers at my feet. I stroke my hands over my nipples, imagining Drew’s hands instead.
Closing my eyes, I picture Finn smirking off to the side as Drew lavishes attention on my breasts and nipples, sucking, licking, touching. My pussy clenches, empty.
Parting my legs, I slide a hand over my trembling belly and touch my pussy, imagining Finn walking over and pulling my hips to the side so he can feast on me. The slippery surface of my swollen clit sucked on instead of rubbed like I’m doing. I whimper.
Both men worshipping my body with their mouths, taking me higher. I slide my fingers back to my entrance and push inside, arching at the sensation. I can almost feel Wyatt watching me. His dark eyes watching what Finn and Drew do to me, flashing with heat, wanting to join in, but only watching.
I’m so close. Dante would ease down on the bed beside me and trail those long fingers over every inch of me. I lower my other hand to circle my clit as I thrust my fingers into my pussy, faster, harder, winding myself up until I’m ready to burst.
Something makes a sound in the room and my eyes pop open as my hands freeze. I turn my head and see my previously closed door open. Fuck.
I disengage and roll off the bed, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around myself. Next to my bed is Tom’s old baseball bat. I grab that and hold it high as I walk into the hallway.
My legs tremble, but I need to check why the security alarm didn’t go off. My heart races. Tom’s door is open and I make myself go to it. Holding my breath, I push open the door.
A figure stands in the darkness. For a second, I think it’s Tom, but this guy is so much taller and his cologne reminds me of the ocean. I drop the bat to my side and turn on the light.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Dante?”
Chapter 6
Restructuring
Sara
“Why aren’t you at breakfast, pipsqueak?” Dante’s deep voice makes me aware of the fact I’m standing in only a towel with my pussy wet and still aching. Did he see what I was doing? From the doorway, he would have been able to see almost everything. My cheeks heat.
It takes a moment to realize he asked me a question. A legitimate question. I bite my lip and lean the bat against the wall to give myself a moment to think. I can’t let him know my parents are out of town, not with the note my brother left. There’s no way I’m moving into that apartment.
“I need to pick up Peabody in an hour.” I almost high-five myself for my quick thinking. And also, “What are you doing here?”
He shifts his weight on his feet. Fuck, I swear he always seems bigger in real life than in my imagination. There’s always been something primal about my attraction to Dante. He’s the largest, most fit guy I know. Intelligent and gorgeous.
I definitely wouldn’t mind a ravishing from this particular Viking. A shiver of desire rolls down my spine. I press my thighs together against the throbbing, aching need that, instead of abating, grows more urgent.
“Checking on things.” He arches an eyebrow, obviously daring me to question him. But fuck that. He invaded my privacy.
I step closer and narrow my eyes up at him. “In my room?”
He smirks. “You weren’t supposed to be there, pipsqueak.”
