Page 53 of Humility

“But what if she wakes up?”

“She won’t, not for a few hours yet. Plenty of time for all of us to make this a dream she will never forget.”

Pushing myself up from the bed, I wandered over to the large chair in the corner and sat down as Dario took the spot I left vacant beside her. I needed to get control before I pushed shit too far, too fast. Pulling out my cock I stroked it hard and fast, the sound loud in the now quiet room.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” I growled as I came all over my chest. “Fuck Tiger, you made me make a mess of myself.”

Dario snorted. “Not the first time.”

“Shit, I need to do that too,” Enzo said and swapped spots with me as I walked to the bathroom.

“Don’t get a single drop anywhere,” I snarled at him. I was still butt hurt that he could do something that I couldn’t, and that was show my face. If Jasmine didn’t already hate me for leaving and cutting off contact, she hated me for stealing her family heirloom.

I quickly washed off my chest, not that it mattered. I would come again before the night was through. She’d always made me come more than once.

Opening the medicine cabinet, I looked through all her items, to see if there was anything new. I didn’t find much when she was at the hotel, but now that she was back, I found what I needed. I immediately picked up the package of birth control.

“Oh, we can’t have this,” I mumbled. I looked under the cabinet and found a year’s supply tucked away in a simple paper bag. Checking the brand name, I knew just who to call to get a placebo made. Maybe my old plan would work after all. Don Caruso would never let his son marry a princess pregnant with another man’s child. Especially a fugitive shunned from his own family.

I glanced out to the bedroom as Enzo groaned, but he didn’t hold my attention. Dario lay on his side and read the book from her nightstand aloud. How was he so calm? He flipped the page and continued reading, and I envied his resolve.

I quickly put everything back the way I found it before walking out to the room and kneeling on the bed. Using my tongue, I drew long, wet lines along the inside of her thighs until I reached my prize.

Some would call me an asshole, I called myself morally broken. Whichever I was didn’t matter as long as Jasmine Falcone was mine.

Chapter Twenty-Six

JASMINE

Gasping, I sat up straight and looked around for Angelo, Dario, and Enzo while my heart pounded. I lifted the blanket and stared down at my body, but I was still fully clothed. Jumping from the bed, I stared at it before running my hands over the sheets, but they were dry and clean.

“What the hell?”

Leaning down, I sniffed the pillow, but it smelled like the fabric softener. I turned in a small circle, my eyes searching every corner and shadow like they would suddenly step out from the walls.

“That felt so real,” I whispered, and then got down and looked under the bed.

Realistically, I knew that all three of them wouldn’t fit under here, but I’d never had a dream like that. Pushing myself up, I looked for any sign that I wasn’t so desperate for a man that I conjured three of them in an erotic dream. There wasn’t a hair or a single speck of dirt on the floor.

At this point, I wasn’t sure if I was impressed with my mind or horrified that I dreamed about three men taking turns pleasuring me for hours. Walking to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror but saw no marks on my neck. When I lifted my nightshirt, my breasts looked as unmarred as before I went to sleep.

Opening the medicine cabinet, I pulled out the Absolem and decided it had to be a bad batch, tossed the bottle in the garbage, and walked out to get dressed. Dammit, why did I have to dream about Angelo and Dario? I could see how Enzo was on my mind, but not the two men that broke my heart. Leaning on the dresser, I gripped the edge until my knuckles turned white as the old emotions tried to poke their head from where I’d stuffed them. I couldn’t do it again. I couldn’t go back to longing for them and going to sleep every night, hopeful they would walk through the door and explain what happened.

I’d already had to face the reality once that I meant nothing to them. Why was I so ready to torture myself all over again? Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath.

“It was just a sexy dream. Everyone has them. You just chose to think about the only three men you’ve ever had those kinds of thoughts about. That was normal. Why would you conjure a stranger?”

Talking out loud seemed to help, and the anger and sadness simmered. Yanking open the drawers, I tossed my clothes on the bed. I quickly changed, and even though it was crazy, I could still feel their eyes on me. A thought occurred to me, and I ran to the bed and picked up the book, but it was where Dream Dario had left off reading. I remembered reading before falling asleep, but didn’t think I got this far. Did I?

“Wow, you’re losing it. Dario did not sneak in here to give you the best oral sex and then read you a book. Like hello, fairytale land,” I mocked, slamming the book down.

I stomped out of the bedroom and then stopped and closed my eyes. Stepping back, I stared into the bathroom, and it felt like the bottle of Absolem was staring back, taunting me and telling me that I was a chicken.

“Shit,” I grumbled, fishing the bottle out of the garbage. I didn’t have a doctor yet, and this was not easy to come by. It could’ve been a combination of the long day, what I ate, all my fears, and the sleeping meds. That was plausible. I set the bottle in the cabinet and quickly scanned the room, but everything was in place.

“Get a grip, Jasmine, it was just a dream. A hot dream, but just a dream,” I scolded myself as I stomped out the door to make breakfast. I’d never baked, but I was determined to learn and follow the biscuit recipe like it was the word of God.

I had just put them in the oven and was whipping together eggs for an omelet when there was a knock. Poking my head out of the kitchen, I stared at the door. I had no idea why. It wasn’t like it would announce who was there.