Could I really call someone Daddy?
Was I really about to be thoroughly un-virgined by three potentially dangerous men I’d just met?
But then the door was opening again, and Jonathan’s strikingly gorgeous face was the first to come through.
Just like when I’d first seen him part the crowd at the auction, he shocked me to silence with his elegant features—amber-brown eyes that seemed to smolder, jet black hair shot through with distinguished silver strands, a strong jaw covered by a short salt-and-pepper beard.
And now, there was anticipation on his face. No, that wasn’t the right word—it was lust. Hunger.
It was getting harder to breathe.
And then Alexei—Alex, as the other two had called him—came in after him.
There was a huge contrast from one man to the next.
Where Jonathan blazed with dark passion, Alex was icy in looks and demeanor.
A shock of blond hair against smooth pale skin, silver-blue eyes that practically glowed, cheekbones that could cut glass.
He was no less handsome for the harshness, though, and I hoped he liked what he saw when those glacial eyes gave my body a thorough, sweeping look.
There was no getting a read on his expression, but in my state of high anxiety, I noticed him flex his hand, tightening his knuckles as though he was readying himself for a fight.
It should have scared me. Instead, the sight sent a hot jolt through my bloodstream.
I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, and the fact that the guys could probably see it, the change in color noticeable at the front of my pale blue panties…why was that even hotter? I felt my body pulse. Aching.
Devin was the last to enter the room.
If I was aching before, I was burning now.
He was the most blatantly muscular of the three men, with huge arms and an overall bulk that made him a little rough around the edges, though they all looked like they worked hard to keep their muscles sufficiently chiseled.
The close shave of his hair against his scalp made it hard to tell the color, but his brows looked that color between dark blonde and brown, an ashy shade that stood out against the vivid bottle-green of his eyes.
His right brow was slashed through with a white scar, a little jagged, but somehow a perfect addition to the rugged handsomeness of his face. He was the only one who gave me a smile.
“Goddamn, Frankie,” Devin said, his voice a little gravelly, “you look good enough to eat.” His teeth flashed, prominent canines giving him a wolfish look that had no right to be so enticing. I almost believed he really wanted to eat me up.
I had to stop myself from whimpering.
I needed to hold onto some of my dignity while I still could, even as I could feel myself trembling with fear and desire in equal measure. I threatened to wobble and fall over in my heels.
This was not how I’d pictured losing my virginity, but if I had the option to leave right now and fall into bed with some gentle Prince Charming type who’d tell me he loved me as our hearts and bodies connected sweetly in the dark…I knew I wouldn’t take it.
Curiosity was part of it, sure.
A need to know what this night would be like. But despite their dangerous demeanors, being surrounded by these three large men made me feel oddly…safe, too.
Safe enough to experience pleasure the way I’d always wanted, anyway.
I met each of their eyes in turn, unwavering, almost challenging them to make the move.
Jonathan was the first one to step forward, carefully rolling up his sleeves to expose sinewy, dark-haired forearms—and a striking tattoo peeking out on his right arm, most of it covered still by his shirt.
I itched to touch it, to touch him, but I wasn’t bold enough for that yet.
Later, maybe. Once he’d touched me first.
