CHAPTER 31
POLANCO
Adria looked over the three men who knelt at her feet. There was so much more she had planned to discuss, but seeing them like this. Her stomach, which just recently had been doing its best to somersault out of her mouth, was now clenching at the sight.
Their words wrapped around her like a warm embrace.
They wanted to be hers.
The energy in the room was heavy with desire. Adria watched as their hands flexed at their sides.
They weren’t used to not having what they wanted, when they wanted it.
Well, if they were going to be with her, they were going to get used to delayed gratification.
She sat cross-legged in front of them, saying, “Such good boys we are being today.”
The three of them continued to gaze at the floor. Adria felt the arousal filling the room.
There would be time for a push and pull, but right now they were making a statement. Giving her the gift of their submissionwas paramount to telling her all of the things people like them had trouble saying.
Adria didn’t want to waste their gift, but she also knew that they needed some room to breathe.
“Look at me,” she commanded. Three pairs of eyes snapped up.
She let the silence settle for a heartbeat before she spoke again. “I know you want to play, but everything’s happening so fast. Under normal circumstances, we’d take our time getting to know each other.” She paused, letting that sink in. “So, I want to introduce a little game I use with new submissives: Truth or Share.”
Kaydon’s brow flickered in surprise, and Bryson’s shoulders stiffened. Only Seth offered a cautious nod. “I’m game,” he said.
Adria’s heart fluttered—her usual confidence feeling oddly fragile. She forced herself to smile. “And my other two good boys?”
After a breathless moment, they both inclined their heads.
“Great. Rules are simple: we take turns choosing Truth or Share. If you pick Truth, you answer a direct question honestly. If you pick Share, you reveal something genuine and deep. Answer well, and you earn a reward—a kiss or a piece of clothing.”
Her own pulse quickened at the promise of it. She’d run this game dozens of times, but never with her heart so exposed.
“Seth, why don’t you go first,” Adria said.
Seth blinked in surprise, then realization washed over him. His smile wavered as he remembered he had to ask the question.
“Kaydon, Truth or Share?” Seth asked.
Kaydon shifted and met Seth’s gaze. Adria felt her chest tighten as the four of them moved, forming a circle with their bodies. “Truth,” Kaydon said.
Seth inhaled. “What’s one thing you wish you could change?”
Adria braced herself, expecting Kaydon to deflect—maybe crack a joke.
Instead, without hesitation, he whispered, “I wish I hadn’t hidden in that closet.”
Adria’s heart skipped, and she felt instant tears threatening to fall. Kaydon was talking about the night his parents were killed. Bryson grabbed Kaydon’s hand. “I don’t; if you hadn’t hidden in that closet, you would be dead.”
Kaydon looked to the side, avoiding their gazes. “Maybe, but now it’s just another failure on my ever-growing list.”
Adria placed her palms on the floor, drawing everyone’s attention.
Crawling to Kaydon, she pressed her lips against his. Warmth spreading between them. When she broke away, she grabbed his chin, looking deep into his autumn eyes. “Thank you for sharing.”
