Brooks’ fingers begin methodically stroking the nape of my neck before traveling just inside the collar of my coat.
Goose bumps bloom, and I know he feels them.
Are we starting? Is this happening?My chest begins rising taller because I’m nervous. I glance at Brody, who’s watching intently, hunger behind his eyes.
Fuck. Wells raises my hand and presses a gentle kiss to my fingertip. It makes me blink. This is overwhelming.
Everyone’s attention is on me all at once.
Another kiss is pressed to a new finger as Brooks explores the dip of my shoulder.Jesus Christ.A man’s hand is on my flesh. Two men, actually. And another’s eyes haven’t left me.
As I think it, Brody’s voice makes me shiver and steals my attention.
“You said you wanted to learn. So why don’t you give us a list of what you want to know.”
I can’t even process what he’s said because my breath is still caught in my lungs, so the words won’t come out.
Because the way he’s looking at me is so intense. He’s so intense.
“Yeah,” Wells whispers, moving his kisses onto my knuckles. “We can’t make all your dreams come true if we don’t know what they are.”
I should’ve written those down too…because right now, not even sounds exist to me.
“And use all the dirty words,” Brooks agrees, making my eyes momentarily close as he traces his fingers up into my hair just behind my ear.
Brody sighs deeply, and it calls my eyes. I watch him adjust on his chair, spreading his muscular thighs open further. It’s sexy and dominant. His left hand is resting on his chest as his tongue darts out over his bottom lip.
He’s really beautiful.
I can’t help but wonder what he looks like nude. Because I bet it’s like a work of art. My eyes dip to his crotch, and no sooner does my thought roll right off my tongue.
“Can I see them?”
There’s an instant pause felt in the room. Brody’s eyebrows rise, and I feel the other two halt what they’re doing.Why did I say that?I swallow the lump in my throat, trying not to blush or laugh. Because I really said that.
“See…what, Stunner?” Brooks presses, and I feel beyond shy when he adds, “Be specific. Pretty, pretty please.”
Jesus Christ. I lose the battle with my laugh and giggle before catching myself. My hands cover my face for a second before I just own it.
I raise my shoulders a bit, embarrassed. “Your penises. I would like to see them. Up close and personal.”
Half a chuckle comes from my left and my right, making me squeeze my eyes shut before Wells forces my face to his.
“You’re asking to see our dicks?”
I press my lips together and nod, feeling my face squished between his palms.
This is the strangest conversation I’ve ever had. Then again, I’m about to fuck three dudes, so nothing is normal anymore.
“How are you so wholesome and filthy at the same time?” he teases, but gets cut off as he looks over me at Brooks, who finishes with, “We’re living the dream.”
“I’ve only ever seen Jeffrey’s or porn,” I throw out, compelled to explain myself, “and he was sooo tiny. And porn dick is gigantic. Like who wants that coming at you? So I guess I was hoping to see a regular penis. They look so pretty.”
There’s silence as Wells releases my face. I take a deep breath and volley between all three of them before I suddenly realize my choice of words.
Oh god. Did I just insult them? Men have a thing about their size. Regular was a bad choice.
“Sorry,” I rush out. “I didn’t mean regular as average. I’m just saying—” I look at Brody, but I’m stopped in my tracks because he’s grinning at me as he shakes his head.
