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Then I gave up on talking and decided to convince her the best way I knew how. I stroked her cheek and coaxed her to look up at me. Then I brushed my lips against hers. We were in each other’s arms, making out on the couch as happily as I could imagine. After a few minutes, she drew back and got to her feet.
“Should we check out that mountain view from the bedroom?” she asked. I stood up and grabbed her hand. Ty put down his dish towel and picked up the lighter for the candles and the others weren’t far behind.
In the bedroom, purple with gathering dusk, we looked at the snowy shadows of the mountains beyond our window. Ty lit the candles while Eli opened a bottle of champagne. Drew went to the closet and brought out the gift box he’d been so proud of and presented it to her.
Jasmine searched all our faces in disbelief. “Go ahead. It’s for you,” Drew said.
Jasmine unwrapped the box to reveal the classiest looking silk nightgown and robe I’d ever seen. It was elegant and beautiful, and she touched it carefully like it might disappear if she tried to hold it. Eli handed out champagne flutes and Drew urged Jasmine to try on the special lingerie. She blinked furiously, seemed shy, and then snatched it and went into the bathroom. We all drank a toast and made a few last-minute preparations. I took my shoes off and then grabbed a couple of roses from a bouquet in the living room and tossed their petals on the bed.
Jasmine stepped out in a golden yellow gown and robe, light and silky as if she were wrapped in light. She looked so beautiful it took my breath away.
22
JASMINE
The silk nightgown was too much, so romantic and thoughtful. I felt cherished and pampered. It was a strange sensation and not entirely comfortable for me since I didn’t feel like I deserved any of it. Jake was right when he said I had trouble with trust. Knowing that I was to blame for my bad choices in the past and the mess I was in now with my ex. It isn’t the Burns brothers I didn’t trust. It was myself.
Everything at the resort was like a fantasy world, a fairy-tale dream that couldn’t possibly be real. I knew I’d wake up and find it gone, believing I never deserved any of it. That it could never last.
But when I saw them waiting for me, rose petals on the bed, a flute of chilled champagne pressed into my hand, it felt real. It was like I’d slipped into a warm bath only instead of water it was the full-color intensity of my real life. I was completely present in the moment as I took a sip of cool, fizzy champagne and set the glass aside. I went to Drew first, knowing the lingerie was his gift. I held out my hands and he took them.
“Do you like it?”
I saw his fevered gaze raking me from head to toe and blushed under the heat of his eyes.
“Yeah,” he said roughly, “but not as much as I like you in it.”
“Thank you,” I said, and kissed his cheek.
Eli said, “We’re all in agreement that we want to be with you however you feel comfortable. We won’t overwhelm you or make demands. We want to make you feel good. Better than good.”
“You already do,” I said.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and reached my hand out for Ty who had made out with me on the plane and been so patient.
With aching slowness, he peeled back the robe and kissed my shoulder. Drew was there to ease the sleeves down my arms and leave a trail of kisses in its wake. Ty took my breast in his mouth through the delicate lace and worked the nipple with his tongue. I grabbed his hair and held him close, pressed him to my breast, my head thrown back in pleasure. I felt desire pool between my bare thighs as he worked the gown up, his hand skimming my leg.
I looked over my shoulder and Drew knelt there. I parted my lips, and he came to me, kissed me. Ty touched my belly, my hips, with deft fingers. I scooted back on the bed, spread my legs to welcome him. He took a bottle from Eli and stroked massage oil on my inner thighs, on his fingers as they traced my folds and slipped in to caress my clit. I was crying out in pleasure almost instantly.
Ty mounted me, slid his cock inside me and filled me as I came around him. The flutter of my inner muscles seemed to drive him wild. His thrusts were almost beyond his control as he came, whispered my name and kissed me. I rolled onto my side toward where he collapsed on the bed. He brushed my hair back and smiled. Jake was there then, his chest bare. I ran greedy palms over the planes of his chest. After the romantic lovemaking where I sat on his lap before, I expected more of the same. I was wrong.
Jake came to me, his eyes dark with passion, and pressed me down into the mattress. His arms bracketed my face until he filled my vision. He took one of my legs and hooked it around his hips, and the other he pressed back to my chest, opening me wide so I could take every thick inch of his big cock.
I reached for him, wanted to wrap my hand around his burgeoning shaft. He brushed my hand away and dragged his fingertips through the wetness between my legs, massaged my clit with his thumb. Even when I tried to shy away from the intensity of his direct touch, he held me there, relentless. Soon, I was begging.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a dark challenge.
“I want you to fuck me, Jake,” I gasped.
His grin was naughty as he took his thumb away and then pushed two long fingers inside me, stroking and pumping, readying me.
“Oh please, now,” I moaned when he curled a fingertip against my g-spot.
He twisted his wrist and let his fingers just lick my inner lips, my passage slick with want. I stretched my arms above my head and arched toward him, ready for his invasion, needy for him.
He scooped me up, an arm under the small of my back, so I was sitting on my knees, body bowed backward and supported by his beefy forearm. I let myself drape back onto the bed like an offering for him, my silken gown shoved up. He lifted me a little and settled me on his cock, moving me by my hips like a doll, sliding me up and down his length. He was doing all the work, servicing me with every long thrust. I was stuffed with him and mindless, screaming incomprehensible sounds of pleasure with every rush of ecstasy that poured into me and took over my body. I seemed too tense, every muscle cramping up before a powerful release took me and I gave an ear-splitting scream.
It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I could feel the head of his big cock brushing my g-spot and his fingers playing with my clit that was so aroused that it stood out, swollen and tender. My stomach muscles and thighs seized up when an intense jolt of electric pleasure raged through me, a hot gush of ecstasy that left me trembling, a blush rising to my cheeks when I realized what I’d done.
