“Don’t talk. Imagine.” Creed grunts and she glares at him.
“That’s not very specific. What do I imagine?”
“Do you feel more comfortable trying to tap into the sexual side or nonsexual side?” Amick asks.
“Honestly?”
“Of course.”
“With all of you around me…sexual. That’s pretty easy and natural.”
Hell yeah, it is.
A cocky smirk crosses my lips, and I shoot her a wink when she peers at me. This is my time to guide. This is a conversation I’d have a thousand times without complaint.
“Close your eyes and take a deep breath, little goddess.”
She obliges, and I lower my voice.
“Now focus on your lower belly, right where your hands are resting. I don’t want you to imagine having sex with any of us. I want you to think of the emotions, the tension, the buildup that comes before we actually become intimate.
“And I don’t want you to think about yourself but us. What are we doing? Our breathing is growing more ragged, our muscles and fingers are flexing from the restraint it’s taking not to touch you, heat’s starting to crawl up our spines. As our eyes trace down your body, they cloud with desire by the second. Now imagine intensifying those sensations in us. Imagine pushing—”
I grunt as heat flares through every inch of me. My dick instantly hardens in my pants and my mouth waters for a taste of her.
Before my hand can grab her and pull her to me, someone beats me to it.
“Whoa, little burden, I got you. You damn near just found yourself in the middle of a game of tug-of-war and you were the prize.”
Riven’s harmony rushes through our circle and Amick, Creed, and I release harsh breaths as we each sit back down.
Fuck, I didn’t even realize I moved closer to her.
I thought I just reached for her.
I adjust myself, not discreetly at all, because holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been so painfully hard in my life.
A hint of guilt mixed with amusement dances across her face as she settles into Riven. “Too much?”
“Way too fucking much.” Creed huffs.
“Sorry. I felt it and focused really hard on it, but when Kyzen said to imagine intensifying those sensations, I kind of panicked and shoved it out of me.”
“Well, let’s try again, but this time instead of shoving, how about you—”
“Blow an easy, soft breath. Fuck.”
“Like I’m blowing on hot food?”
“Yes,” Creed grits out as his eyes narrow on her smile.
We’re in a realm of trouble.
She nods and crawls off Riven’s lap as she gets back to the center of our circle. I prepare myself better this time and sit on my hands. If she hits us like that again, by accident or not, I’m going to have to take her home for a break.
Her hands roam over her thighs again, then she settles them right back on her belly.
“Try it without me speaking, gorgeous.”
