Page 56 of This Reckless Home

They’re all wearing black like me, and just like my outfit, theirs shows off each of their bodies to mouthwatering perfection. Steele is wearing black baseball shorts and a loose tank, the kind with huge armholes that give tantalising glimpses of his toned pecs and abs. Anatole is in similar shorts, though his tank looks like it was painted on, showcasing each dip and furrow of those gorgeous muscles that may be smaller than Steele’s but are no less edible. Nox is in the hooded tank he wore that first day they arrived, so like Steele’s it’s loose but has wide armholes. He’s wearing more sweatpants style shorts, and fucking hell I can see the outline of his huge dick, even though it’s not hard.

They look up at the same time, and it’s like I’m a deer suddenly in the sight of hunters. Their gazes slowly drag from my face to my feet, leaving fire in their wake, and my breathing turns shallow as hunger enters each of their eyes.

“Fucking perfect, Bloom,” Anatole whispers as I blink, making my way down the stairs.

“Exquisite, Flower,” Steele adds when I reach the bottom.

“Such a perfect Princess for us,” Nox praises, and I can feel my cheeks heat at the compliments.

“You guys look… amazing,” I tell them, my eyes not knowing where to look with all this man meat on display.

“Nox, you’re driving,” Anatole orders, taking my hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it. A shiver falls over my skin as his eyes never leave mine.

“Urgh, fucking fine,” Nox agrees with a huff, pushing Anatole out of the way and grasping the front of my throat.

He stares into my eyes, then lowers his lips to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth a moment later and giving me a filthy kiss that leaves me breathless and even more hot and bothered. He doesn’t say a word as he pulls back, giving me another once over, then heads to the front door.

“Have fun, dearie!” Tina calls as I try and blink from the haze Nox left me in. I turn to find her in the living room, feet up, a book in her hand that I am pretty sure is one of my smutty ones. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

I scoff a laugh. “That doesn’t leave much, Tina.”

“Cheeky minx!” She cackles, like a full on witch’s laugh. “But you’re not wrong!”

Anatole and Steele chuckle as we leave to find their truck idling out the front, Nox behind the wheel. Steele strides forward, opening the back door and sweeping his arm out towards me.

“Your carriage, m’lady.”

I giggle, some of the nervousness dissipating as I take his hand and climb in, finding Anatole already on the other side. Instead of getting in next to Nox in the front passenger seat, Steele steps in after me so that I’m sandwiched between him and Anatole in the back.

“Dicks,” Nox grumbles, putting the truck into drive and heading down the driveway.

“So, where are we going?” I question, and they all laugh.

“Do you trust us, Bloom?” Anatole asks back, and I nod.

“With my life,” I whisper, not quite meaning to sound as serious as I do.

But as soon as the words leave my mouth I realise they are the truth. I do trust them with my life, and with the lives and happiness of all the kids under my care. Which I know seems crazy because it’s been less than two weeks since I first met them. But I know with certainty that I don’t want to know life without them.

Slow down, B. Take things one step at a time.

Fingers grasp my chin gently, turning my face until I’m staring into mesmerising blue eyes.

“No one has ever trusted us like that, Bloom. And… fuck…” Anatole lowers his lips until they are just a hairsbreadth away from mine, my eyes closing, waiting for him to eradicate that small distance. “We will spend every day for the rest of our lives proving you can trust us.”

Before I can formulate a response, his lips are on mine and I realise how much I’d missed him and his touch. I’d missed how much he takes and gives in return. How much it feels like I’ll never breathe properly again unless he’s giving me his breath.

I gasp into his mouth when hot lips kiss and suck at my neck, electricity zapping across my entire body from the caress. My hands come up, one in front and one behind, pulling Anatole and Steele closer by their necks. They come willingly, Steele’s large palms cupping and squeezing my breasts from behind as Anatole tangles one hand in my hair, the other trailing down my front.

“Ant,” I moan against his lips, and he growls in approval.

“Both my brothers have felt this pussy, it’s my turn, Bloom,” he commands, his fingers slipping underneath my waistband. He groans. “No fucking panties? Naughty girl.”

“I didn’t want any panty lines,” I tell him and he gives a deep chuckle as his fingers slide along my already damp folds. There’s a slight soreness still from Nox, but it seems to only add to the pleasure.

“Be careful, Princess, or we’ll make you never wear them again so we always have easy access to the pussy we own,” Nox tells me from the front, and I tear my lips from Ant’s to look at him in the rearview mirror.

My lips part when Ant chooses that moment to slide a thick digit inside me. “Fuck, she’s so hot and tight. Even after your monster dick, Nox.”