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I open to his exploring tongue, allowing him to claim every inch of my mouth before dueling back and claiming him just as deeply. The kiss quickly morphs from slow and soft to absolute need, rough, and all-consuming.
He pulls me closer until our bodies align from knee to chest, my back arching. One of his hands slides into my hair, and he angles my head where he wants me, deepening the kiss and our connection.
My lungs burn, and dense fog coats my mind. The desire for precious oxygen is intense, but the soul deep need for this connection is powerful. So powerful that, without it, I might never be able to breathe again.
Catcalls and whistles echo through the loft, reverberating off the large pane windows and high, open-beam ceiling, forcing my mind back into the present and reminding me we’re not alone. I push against Otis’ chest and, with a reluctant growl in Dante and Lucian’s direction, he lets me go.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper to Otis, and he shushes me with another press of his lips to mine.
“Don’t be. That was fucking beautiful.”
“I feel like I should be paying royalties just for watching that. That was fucking hot,” Dante says, adjusting himself in his pants.
“Classy, Dante—real classy,” Otis quips with a grunt.
“What?” he asks, feigning innocence.
“I agree with Dante on this one, man. That was borderline pornographic,” Lucian says, holding out his fist to Dante, which he bumps with his own.
Heat flashes up my neck into my cheeks. Complete mortification. “How about pizza?” I chime in, a little too loudly, causing the guys to laugh. Unable to meet their eyes, I turn towards my kitchen and hold up a hand as if I was volunteering for something. “I’ll go order. Pepperoni sound good to everyone?”
I make it three steps away from Otis before strong arms wrap around my waist and lift me off the ground, spinning me around to face everyone. “Don’t run and hide. This is what you wanted to talk about,” Otis whispers in my ear, his hands caressing over my abdomen, around my hips, and coming to rest low on my pelvis—pulling me tightly back into his hard length. Need, low in my belly, pulses through me, and the world around me begins to spin. “Look at them, princess,” he says, and my eyes snap open. When had they closed?
Lucian and Dante stand an arm’s length away. When had they moved so close? Lucian’s gaze is hooded with desire as he stares at me, his hands fisted at his sides. A knowing grin makes up Dante’s expression, one that tells me he knows exactly what Otis is doing to me.
“They’re not upset we were kissing—sure, they’re jealous it wasn’t them and frustrated as hell right now because they’re hard as stone wanting to get their hands on you.” His hands dip lower to press against the apex of my thighs. “But they’re not mad, princess. This is how this works. We all care about you. We all want you. We’re all willing to share your heart and your body.” His finger slips between my legs, rubbing along the seam of my jeans, right over my clit. Lucian and Dante take a step forward, their gazes never wavering from me.
A zing of electricity shoots through my body, and I jump. “No, not now.” I break free of Otis’ hold before the others can touch me and nearly run to my bathroom. Slamming the door behind me, I brace myself with my forehead against the cool wood and sigh with relief as the chill of the door penetrates my overheated flesh. My knees shake, threatening to send me to the floor, and I turn, leaning my back against the door. My entire body shakes with need and too much adrenalin. I breathe in slowly and deeply, willing my body to relax.
Come on, chill the fuck out. It was just a little bit of touching.
A series of knocks sound on the door, and I let out a heavy breath.
“Devin, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you so far,” Otis says from the other side, and I can feel in my soul the level of concern and remorse he’s holding.
Guilt wells inside of me, and I quickly open the door, slapping my hand over my mouth. Otis stands there, blood dripping from one corner of his brow and a fresh bruise coloring around his right eye.
“What the hell happened to you?” I snap, a new wave of emotion washing through me, and my angry gaze snaps to Lucian. Grabbing Otis’ hand, I pull him into the bathroom and slam the door when Lucian moves to take a step forward.
I push Otis back to sit on the edge of the tub and grab a washcloth. As I wet the cloth, tears leak from the corner of my eyes. Otis stills my hand in the water, and I meet his gaze. “I’m so sorry.”
“Not your fault, princess.”
“He’s right, it was his,” Lucian hollers through the door.
“It is my fault. I ran off, but not for the reason you think.” I lift the cloth and dab at the blood trailing down Otis’ temple.
“Why did you run?” The bathroom door swings open with Dante’s question, and I turn my head to find him and Lucian standing in the small doorway.
“I know what it looked like when I ran, like I didn’t want what was being offered. But that is so not why. I want what was starting out there, but I don’t want it because my body is forcing me into it. I was losing control and needed space. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you that and just ran. But you promised me we’d talk, and that was so not talking.”
“Okay, that last part was on me,” Otis says, a self-deprecating smile on his face.
“See, he still deserved it,” Lucian says, pointing at Otis.
“No,” I snap, flashing Lucian my best pissed off librarian glare. “Look, shit is going to happen between us all at some time or another. I’ll get mad at you all in turn sometime, and we’ll fight, and I may get my feelings hurt, but you can’t go around punching each other because of it. I won’t be the one that drives a wedge between you. Please don’t put that on me.”
Otis grabs my hips and pulls me forward to stand between his legs. “Princess, he’s not wrong. I did push too far, and I deserved this. But I promise, no more. We’ll behave like good boys.” He leans up and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose.
