We like her. Each of us in our own way. That much is clear.
“Did I die? Because this looks a lot like heaven,” she teases, loud enough for me to hear.
“Stop talking for once and relax,” Reed throws back, grinning at her scowl.
He’s next to her, eyes never leaving her. Slowly dragging the cool washcloth back and forth from the nape of her neck to the small amount of collarbone showing under her shirt.
“No more snowsuits. Or Alec’s T-shirts,” Cole says gruffly. He frowns, pulling her hair to the side, giving more room for the cloth to run over her skin. “You’ll go through my closet. Take what you want.”
I’m not the only one that glances at him.
Mr. I probably get my underwear pressed is letting her rifle through his shit and take what she wants.
Yeah, we like her.
It makes sense. Sammy’s like a breath of fresh air. No filter. Audacious as all hell. Brave enough to jump right in and change the rules for herself.
I shut the water off, dipping my hand inside to ensure the perfect temperature before I stand and make my way to the doorway. She’s talking as I lean a shoulder against it.
“Say what now? Is the beast going to let Belle borrow his clothes? Don’t go falling for me, Cole. Because I’m more like a perverted Cinderella. I expire on Sunday at midnight, and I’m taking my shoes with me.”
He’s nodding, the ghost of a smirk on his face. “Noted.”
“How are you feeling, cutie?” I toss out, garnering her attention.
“Sweaty.” Her eyes shift to the guys doting on her before looking back at me. “And kind of hot.”
I chuckle because I know what she means, but Alec stands, putting the back of his hand on her forehead.
“I’m fine,” she breathes, intertwined in a laugh.
I push off the frame, stalking toward her.
“I think it’s time to clean you up. Whaddya think?”
She nods as I stop in front of her. The guys are hovering but giving me room. We decided on this plan as Cole carried her to the room. Alec and I made Reed clue him in.
This way to heaven just makes the most sense. She still has questions, maybe even reservations. And selfishly, I’m happy it’s me who gets to pave the way.
She’s staring up at me, her lips barely parted as I slip my thumb inside her mouth, watching her close around it before I drag it out.
“I’d like to undress you. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she says, floating on a whisper.
My eyes are glued to hers.
“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. Do you understand?” My wet thumb drags down over her chin, then her neck, goosebumps trailing behind. I trace a path all the way down to her cleavage.
“Everything we do is about pleasing you. We want to worship you, Samantha.”
She’s already arching toward me, eyes closing, as her head falls back. I lean down, smelling her sweet scent, running my nose across her jaw before pressing my lips to her neck. Leaving imprinted words on her skin.
“We’re yours now.”
twelve
“Falalala fuck me in the ass.”
My body’s quivering as Jace’s lips snake over my skin. But nobody moves. They watch.
It’s indescribable—the attention. I feel greedy and powerful. Sexy and wanted. But most of all, I feel turned the hell on.
And it’s making me feel like I’m going to explode. My body’s aching to be touched.
Jace lowers his hands, gathering the hem of my shirt, his deep voice vibrating off my goddamn bones.
“Lift.”
Without hesitation, I gently raise my arms. But my stomach is doing flips. This feels so surreal.
His eyes never leave mine as he drags the fabric inch by inch, letting it scrape over my pebbled nipples. I suck in a breath, exposed before the shirt covers my face, leaving me blind for only a moment until I’m blinking again.
My head twists to the side to shake my hair out of my face, but Reed reaches out, brushing the errant strands away.
“You’re stunning, sunshine.”
I can’t help but look between them, trying to commit this moment to memory.
“Agreed.” The back of Cole’s knuckles run down my jaw as I lean into it.
Cole’s touch is so gentle, as is the feeling of my breasts palmed before Jace teasingly pinches my nipples. It makes me shiver, partly from nerves, the other part pleasure. Truth be told, I don’t even know where to focus because it already feels like too much to process.
“You’re made for this, Samantha.”
I whimper, feeling hands stroking my body just as Alec’s eyes find mine.
He’s taken a step back to watch. Slowly rubbing himself over the front of his sweatpants, making his hardening cock take shape through the fabric.
Damn.
The way he’s staring, devouring the scene in front of him. It makes me feel heady with desire. It makes me want to put on a show. Make him hot watching the ways they destroy my body.
This is amazing.
He tilts his head, lips parting as his eyes peruse my bare breasts. I’m staring at Alec as I lift my hands to Jace’s shirt, beginning to bunch it on the verge of saying, “I want everyone naked.”
But Jace grabs my wrists, holding me in place, smirking.
I look up at him, confused but not speaking. But it’s Reed’s voice that goes first.
“Make room for me, J.”
Huh? Jace tightens his hand around my wrists, lifting my arms just as Reed leans down, taking my nipple in his mouth, sucking the tender pebbled flesh.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, stomach caving in.
Reed pulls away, letting me go with a pop as he stands up, licking his lips.
“Thanks for the assist.”
Jace nods, lowering my arms again but not before kissing my hand. Jesus, I don’t even know what’s happening anymore. But call me Oliver Twist because please sir, can I have some more.
“Stand up, baby,” Jace croons.
Can I? My legs are already untrustworthy. I can feel my chest rising and falling too fast as I stand on wobbly limbs.
These guys are making my head spin.
Not in the pass-out way, but more like I can feel their desire. I’m surrounded by it. Engulfed. And I can’t take it all in fast enough. Or think about what to do myself.
Except, somebody give another assist because I definitely want that again.
My eyes close, trying to unscramble my thoughts as I draw my bottom lip between my teeth, letting it drag out slowly before my eyes open and I whisper, “Are we going to…you know…now?”
“Shh,” Jace shushes. “Let’s focus on getting you out of those pants.”
I bite my lip again. Reed’s already undoing the buckle, making my waist jut forward as he loosens them.
“You okay?” Jace whispers, and I nod because words feel like too much to even say.
I’m shimmied out of the pants as they’re tugged to my ankles. Jesus, my heart’s racing. I take a slow breath standing in front of them, my body on display, stripped bare and being ravaged by hungry eyes.
Whoa.
I swallow.
There was a time in my life when standing naked in front of my bosses would’ve been a silly nightmare. And then there’s now—Dear body, please don’t have a heart attack when my dreams are about to come true.