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“All of you,” she whimpers as I give in and pull the top of her dress down, pressing her bare tit into my mouth. God, it’s so full and round. Perfection. “I want all of you, again.”
“Good,” I tell her. “Because that’s what we want, too.”
I kiss her then because I need to. Because I want to. Because whatever my life was before she entered it feels inconsequential. Small. With her in my world, anything seems possible. A woman who can breathe underwater and swim in the sea and look at me with eyes so full of longing, so willing to give and receive. That is what I want.
Her.
Only her.
Forever.
“I love you, Harlow,” I moan against her mouth, inhaling her sweet smell. Lilies laced with longing.
“Love?” she asks, searching my face, her breasts pressed against my chest. “You don’t know me,” she says.
“Oh, Harlow, I know enough to know this is real.”
She kisses me deeper now, and I pull her to me, my hands in her hair and her heart beating hard and our bodies moving as one. “But is this real?” she murmurs. “Or is this some supernatural spell?”
Her face is written with worry, but I only have eyes for her.
The movement around us, makes it clear that other guys are here, and we pull apart, ever so slightly, our lips are swollen and our need intensified.
“Don’t stop on our account,” West says solemnly. “We can let you be,” he says.
“No,” Harlow says, loudly, her gaze direct. We all stop, having never heard her speak with so much fervor. “I mean, please, don’t go. I want you all, or nothing.”
Crew’s eyes meet mine, and I nod. I want this too.
He steps forward. “I can’t not be with you,” he tells her, taking her hand and pulling her to him. “Because you’ve totally gotten under my skin.”
“Is that a good thing?” she asks.
“Oh, girl, it’s a fucking perfect thing,” he groans. “I love you. As crazy as it sounds. I fucking love you, Mermaid.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not a--”
He cuts her off. “I know. We don’t know what you are. But you are ours. I’m not letting you go again.”
“Me either,” West says. “We were off course for weeks, coming for you. And I’ll fucking dive to whatever depths to fight for you now. Love is not some careless word that I say to any woman I meet. But you, Harlow, aren’t just any woman anyway. You are the only woman for me.”
Her eyes are wide, and she looks at us. She’s overwhelmed.
“We know it’s a lot,” Eric says. “But when we stood on the dock, watching you walk away, we made a decision.”
“You did?”
Eric nods. “I love you. And together we made a promise. If you jump, we jump. If you swim, we swim. If you need to set sail, we will pull up the anchor and take you where you need to go. We are yours, Siren. Body, mind, and soul.”
“You love a stranger enough to do that?” she asks, disbelief written on her face.
I shake my head. “No. Not a stranger. For you, Harlow. For you alone.”
“And if I want you to make love to me all night long,” she asks with a flash of forbidden lust in her eyes. The sun is setting behind us, a rainbow of color painting the sky and illuminating her desire. “Will you put up a fight?”
A smile spreads across my face. “No fighting,” I tell her. “Just fucking, fair enough?”
She steps toward me, greedy in her want. “More than fair,” she whispers.
16
Harlow
One minute I’m pouring champagne for myself and the next I’m stripped to nothing and surrounded by four men who are pulling me into their arms and vowing their undying devotion.
To say it’s a little much is an understatement.
Or at least, it should feel like a lot.
But somehow, it doesn’t. Somehow it feels exactly right. It wouldn’t make sense to anyone who wasn’t in this situation. You know, the whole green legs, meeting a selkie, tossed into a whirlpool thing--not to mention the orgy with four strangers a night ago, situation.
Somehow all this happening at once makes it seem totally normal.
And in my new reality, I’m stripped of my maxi dress while a group of devoted lovers stare at me like I’m a Greek goddess.
Okay, maybe not totally normal, but that’s where I’m at right now.
And then there’s the whole love thing.
That’s right: they confessed their love for me.
And I know love can mean different things to different people, but when I look into their eyes I only see something pure and absolute.
Perfect, whole, complete.
Love.
For me.
For this messy girl whose origins are unclear and who can breathe underwater.
Me.
The girl they’ve fallen in love with is me, the girl they were sent to find, the girl they were called to rescue.
