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When he pulls back, he tilts my head up to look at him, gazing at me with a serious expression.
“Hey, angel. Remember that dream you had about us?” he murmurs.
My stomach flutters. His words are quiet, but they seem to fill the space, making me more aware than ever that Malice and Victor are in the room, both of them watching me. Watchingus. But I nod all the same.
“Yes.”
Ransom’s answering smile is sinful. “Tell us what you dreamed about.”
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WILLOW
My stomach churns with nerves,surprise shooting through me as Ransom’s words echo in my head.
Tell us what you dreamed about.
The memory of the sex dream I had about all of them is still fresh in my mind, and it hits me how similar this situation is to the dream. Ransom touching me, making me come, and the other two watching, their gazes hungry and unwavering.
My clit pulses as I think about it—both about the dream and about what Ransom did to me when I woke up. Saying any of it out loud feels embarrassing and wrong, but as the gorgeous man in front of me watches me expectantly, I find myself wanting to give him what he asked for. My body and mind are buzzing from the booze I drank and the endorphins from the tattoo and the orgasm, and it makes me feel braver than I’ve ever been in my life.
I’ve already done so many things that the old Willow never would have considered. What’s stopping me from doing this too?
Just this once.
This could all be over soon.
I lick my lips as I nod, my mouth suddenly very dry. All three of the brothers are watching me intently, waiting. It takes me a few tries to find my voice, and when I do, it comes out soft and timid.
“I was… asleep. Not just in real life, but in the dream too,” I start. “In Ransom’s bed. And he was… he was there with me. Kissing me. I could feel his mouth on me, kissing the back of my neck and down to my shoulders. It was like his mouth was everywhere.”
Malice makes a noise in his throat, and that little reminder that he and Victor are here, sitting on chairs angled toward the couch where Ransom and I are settled, sends butterflies cascading around in my belly.
“Then he… flipped me over onto my stomach,” I continue. “And I remember thinking about how he was so much bigger than me. How he was pinning me down.”
“Did you like that?” Ransom asks.
My skin feels like it might combust from the heat of my blush, but I nod. For some reason, Ididlike it. I felt helpless and tiny, but the feeling of being totally overwhelmed by him made me wetter.
“Then he—you—started touching me. I spread my legs, and you touched my…” I stall out, my face flaming. “You touched me.”
“Where did he touch you?” Malice demands, his voice gruff.
“Between my legs.” My answer is barely a whisper as embarrassment and nerves win out.
“Through your clothes?”
I shake my head.
Beside me on the couch, Ransom grins, dragging his fingers down the line of my jaw. “We want the details, angel. Every single one of them. Where was I touching you?”
My tongue seems to tie itself in a knot at the thought of using the words I know they want to hear, describing the details they’re asking for. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before. Hell, I grew up hearing johns talk dirty to my mom when they came to see her, and I heard plenty of filthy catcalls at Sapphire as the clientele watched the dancers. But I’ve never just… come out and said those things myself.
“You were touching my… my clit,” I tell Ransom, my gaze locking with his. “And then, um, you pushed your fingers into me.”
“Into what?” Malice prompts.
I shoot him a frustrated look, but he doesn’t back down. He’s settled comfortably in his plush easy chair, his legs spread a little and a distinct bulge growing inside his pants. When I glare at him, he just folds his arms and looks right back at me, a challenging expression on his face.
