I can’t help but giggle as I climb the rest of the steps without another word from Killian. It’s as if I won. For the moment.
My tattoo artist said no soaking or scented soap. I don’t want to go out without showering but I’ll keep it short. I laugh to myself thinking about her asking which of the hot men were mine. She looked like a cartoon character when I said ‘all of them.’ At first I was embarrassed when anyone asked that question, but it doesn’t bother me anymore. I know it’s unconventional, and maybe most people haven’t been in arelationship like this, but for us—it’s our normal. If I were forced to choose between them I couldn’t.
I turn the shower on and get undressed while waiting for the water to warm up.
As I step inside I hear Killian yelling at me.
“Do not make yourself come.”
I giggle with the intention of pissing him off hoping he comes into the bathroom.
“Oh Killian. Yes, right there.”
“I swear to God, Killer.” He growls as he swings the door open and spots me not touching myself.
He shakes his head at me, his anger dissipating as he stands there and takes a deep breath.
“Knox says you’re a brat because you feel safe with us. I think you’re a brat because you’re a fucking brat. I’m going back downstairs. Behave.”
I tilt my head back, getting my hair wet as I yell back, “Yes, sir.”
Knox said I misbehave because I feel safe? That’s an interesting thought process. It’s not something I’ve thought about with any great detail, but he might be right. I do feel safe with them. I’m not afraid of any of their punishments. Orgasm denial is not my idea of a good time, but if that’s as bad as it gets, I can handle it.
I feel safe. Really safe.
The thought is shocking because I’ve never been able to say that before. I smile to myself.
I never dared to dream of a life beyond killing the monsters from my past. No future. There was never a thought of what comes next. Because I didn’t expect to survive, and honestly, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to before. Now, every day is spent with my three men, and I wouldn’t miss out on that for anything.
Chapter Fifty-Five
CARTER
“Fuck.”
My brother's turn in the direction of my gaze.
Heather always looks gorgeous, but she’s fucking stunning in a form-fitting black dress. It’s off the shoulder, showing off her flawless skin. Her blonde hair is up high, exposing her neck. My eyes trail slowly down her body to the black stilettos on her feet. I adjust my hard cock under the table and then rise from my chair. I walk over to her and her lips lift into a sweet smile.
Jesus she’s fucking exquisite.
“Is this okay? Nobody said where we are going.”
I take her hand and lift it to my lips, kissing her knuckles softly.
“You look beautiful, Little Heathen.”
I hold her hand against my chest, my heart pounding against her palm.
“So fucking beautiful.”
She lowers her gaze to the floor, her cheeks blushing as she speaks in a small voice.
“Thank you.”
Knox and Killian come over to us, both of them watching her the same way I am.
“Tesoro, you are stunning. Own it. Don’t shy away from it.”
