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“Since when do I do as I’m told?”
“Fair point, Blaze. I’m convinced you’re hard of hearing sometimes.”
“Nope. I just do what I want, rules be damned.” I give him a toothy grin, leaning up on my toes to kiss him gently. His arms wind around the back of my neck as he deepens the kiss. His mouth is needy and wanting. I pick up the pace frantically, needing more of him. A moan escapes into Greyson’s mouth as he gently slips my bottom lip between his teeth.
Just as I get ready to jump up to wrap my legs around his waist, I hear the sound of the sauce boiling over in the pot. I break our kiss to ask, “So Chef Nash, are you going to let me have a little taste test?”
“I figured we would eat dinner first, but I guess you can have a taste right now if you want,” he jokes. I mean, I really wanted to try the sauce, but I wouldn’t mind having his cock in my mouth either.
“You know what I meant, asshole. Now let me try.” I place my hands on my hips, trying to give him my best demanding look. Greyson moves back to the stove and brings the spoon to my mouth, letting me try the sauce. Holy fuck. I moan loudly at how delicious it tastes. His eyes flare as the sound leaves me, making the bulge in his pants that much more noticeable. Shit, he can cook for us every night if it’s going to taste like this.
“Wow, that’s incredible. It beats the cans of sauce I buy from the store. Where did you learn to cook?”
Greyson’s body tenses a little before his shoulders relax again and he turns to face me. “Well, my dad was never around much to be father of the year, so I had a lot of nannies and cooks growing up. One of the cooks, MaryAnn, thought I needed to be more well-rounded so she taught me to cook. It started out small with grilled cheese sandwiches, then grew into dishes like Chicken Cordon Bleu.”
It’s nice to hear him talking about something good from his childhood and not just his father being terrible. He’s talked about his dad and now his nannies, but he’s never mentioned his mom once.
“Where was your mom?” I ask nervously, not sure if he’s really wanting to talk about this right now. A hint of sadness fills his eyes before he moves his gaze back to the sauce.
He doesn’t answer for a while, but right as I’m about to move on from the topic he says softly, “She left when I was young. I don’t really remember her much and my father never liked to talk about her. He just told me she couldn’t handle being a mother so she left us to go be with her lover.” He lets out a deep sigh before continuing. “I’m sure that could have been part of it, but knowing my dad that probably wasn’t the whole truth. My dad wasn’t the easiest person to get along with, so I’m sure he played a part in her wanting to leave us.”
I nod slowly. “Do you miss him? Your dad, I mean.”
Confusion now fills Greyson’s eyes. His brows furrow like he’s unsure of what to say or is unsure of why I’m asking about his dad. “We didn’t have a great relationship in the first place and he was never really much of a father, so it’s hard to miss him sometimes.” His tone is cold, like he has no emotion over his father being dead.
Realizing Greyson seems a bit uncomfortable, I decide to change the topic. “Is there anything you need help with? How soon until it’s done?”
“It’ll only be about five more minutes, Blaze. You could help me set the table?” His mood seems to have picked back up now that we aren’t talking about his parents. I give him a quick peck on the cheek and grab the plates to set the table.
* * *
Dinner is sogood that I have two plates, even though I definitely don’t need the second one. Greyson’s food is a hit among the guys and they’ve officially decided that Greyson has to cook at least once a week. We spend the time laughing, joking, and talking about random things like books, movies, and cars. It’s not until a loud yawn comes from Thiago, that I realize we’ve been sitting at the table for three hours. It’s now almost ten o’clock. It’s late so Greyson offers to let us stay over.
It was refreshing to not think about my sister and the stalker during dinner. It was a nice escape from the reality we’ve been living in.
Standing to collect the plates, I clear the table and place them in the sink, rinsing them off. Deciding I’m too tired to finish them, I leave them there to put in the dishwasher first thing in the morning.
Arms wrap around my waist just as I put down the last plate. “Are you ready to go to bed,meu amor?” Thiago whispers in my ear, as he gently tugs my earlobe with his teeth. Thiago’s beautiful voice brings goosebumps to my arms and warmth deep inside me.
I lean back into him, turning my head to look up into those gorgeous brown eyes. I bite my lip and nod my head. Thiago plants a soft kiss along my jaw as his arms release me. His hand finds mine and he leads me back to the dining room where Zep, Rian, and Greyson are still talking.
“Bro, where’s the bedroom? Our girl desperately needs us,” Thiago asks teasingly.
“I didn’t say I desperately need you.” I roll my eyes at him. I didn’t say it, but it’s the truth and he knows it. I’ve been dying to get my hands on the guys all day.
“Whatever you say,meu amor.” Thiago quirks an eyebrow.
“Well, are you going to satisfy my desperation then or are we going to stand here all night?” I pop my hip, giving the guys a questioning look. That lit a fire under their asses, because they all move with urgency now. Thiago spins me to face him as he bends down to lift me like I’m a bride. This guy is so sweet with the cheesy romantics.
Greyson leads us to his room. This entire walk down the hall has my heart pounding out of my chest. This is the first time I’m going to have all the guys together. A thrill shoots through me, thinking about all of the possibilities. Once we’re finally inside, Thiago gently sets me down.
Taking a few steps, I turn and face the four sexy men in my life. Knowing all of their attention is on me, I give a knowing smile. I bring my hands up to glide them through my hair, taking the ponytail holder off my wrist and tying my hair back. Slowly lifting my shirt over my head, I drop it to the floor. All of the guys just stand there, lust in their eyes, but not making a move as they watch the show.
I massage my breasts through my bra, causing a low moan to escape as the sensation makes me drop my head back and arch my back. I slowly glide my hands down to my jeans, watching as Greyson’s eyes follow—he looks like he’s barely controlling himself. Pushing down my jeans over my hips as sensually as possible, I leave them puddled on the floor. I’m now standing here in only my black lace bra and matching thong.
Their hungry gazes make me feel like a goddess. There’s something empowering about capturing the attention of these four men. Just as I’m about to give them a slow spin to see all of me, the control breaks in each of the guys as they all rush towards me. Greyson drops to his knees in front of me, placing kisses along my stomach as he rips my thong down in one swift motion. He pushes his fingers into my wet folds, sending tingles throughout my throbbing pussy. His pace is fast and rushed, like he’ll never get the chance to touch me again.
Rian stands behind me, unclasping my bra and letting it drop to the ground before he slowly rolls my breasts in his massive palms. Thiago’s mouth places kisses along my neck and collarbone, letting his scruff slowly itch across my skin as his hands roam up and down my thigh. Zep watches with a heated gaze, licking his bottom lip as our eyes connect, letting me know he’s going to have every inch of my body at some point tonight.
