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ChapterSeventeen
As soon as they got downstairs, Jed, Mitch, and Sawyer whisked her away to the room they had booked. She was relieved to see it was one that could be closed off from the public. While she didn’t mind being on display, it wasn’t something she needed. And this first time was new and special, and she wanted it to be private.
Plus, she was nervous as hell, and all the way down here in the elevator, she’d had to try not to second guess herself. But now it was really happening, and she was surrounded by three hot, young guys who she genuinely liked, all sorts of fears were creeping into her brain.
She didn’t know what the heck she was doing.
What if she disappointed them?
What if she wasn’t good enough?
What if she didn’t live up to their past experiences? Because it was obvious the three of them had done this before.
Her insides felt like there was a swarm of bees buzzing around. She was already far too invested in the outcome of what happened here tonight. That suggestion that they might like a repeat performance; maybe something more private, was front and foremost in her mind, like a carrot being dangled on a stick. It was far too tempting.
But how would she feel if it all went wrong, and she ended up watching her three men scening with someone else before she went home.
Because that was the problem here. They felt like her men. But they weren’t.
She really needed to get her stupid emotions back on track. This was a hook-up. One they were likely doing as a favor.
Oh, she was sure they liked her well enough, but she doubted she was as much their perfect ideal as they’d suggested. Not when they were so young and gorgeous, and each had a personality to match. They could have their pick of all the pretty young things. She wasn’t unaware of the looks Sawyer, Jed, and Mitch attracted as they walked through the club. They drew a lot of female attention.
What if she was just holding them back?
Worse, what if she was some kind of pity fuck?
Stop it! The words detonated like a bomb in her brain. Stop sabotaging yourself now you’re within touching distance of your dreams. You are just as good as any other woman here.
Her inner warrior came thundering out to challenge her insecurities, roaring the battle cry: Your dress size does not define you!
And as if they could read her mind, her three men - because they were hers for now, at least - drew her into the cozy room, closed out all the prying eyes, then sandwiched her between the three of them, effectively silencing any kind of thoughts as they short circuited her brain.
For now, all she could do was feel.
And it felt great!
Beth wanted nothing more but to sink into them. To lose herself in their unique brand of attention.
Just standing within the circle of the three of them was like being at the center of a vortex. She felt like she was being sucked into the moment.
She closed her eyes and let herself drift. As much as she wanted to enjoy the sight of them, this was something she’d learned long ago that had its own benefits. It was like shutting out her sight allowed her to tune into every touch, every nuance. And the feel of the three pairs of hands roaming her skin was its own very special pleasure. Like there were fingers stroking and caressing, everywhere, all at once. It was kind of mind blowing and Beth wanted to enjoy every moment, embrace it completely and commit every touch, every feeling, every soul deep sensation to memory so she could take them out and replay them in her daydreams. Just like she had in her fantasies so many times in the past.
But this time they would be real.
“Communication is everything, Bethy. Especially this first time, so I want you to promise that if there’s anything you’re not comfortable with, you’ll say so immediately. We want this to be the best experience it can be, for all of us,” Jed told her as he grazed his fingers from her wrists to her shoulders.
Beth nodded. “I promise,” she whispered, though in truth she couldn’t believe they could do anything she wouldn’t like. And their concern just compounded that belief.
“We’re going to keep it simple this time too,” Jed continued, brushing his fingers through the long length of her hair. Making her feel cherished. “An engaged foursome, where all parties are participating, fully, is an art. Since you haven’t done this before we’re not going to muddy the water with any additional kink.”
She mewled her disappointment and Mitch murmured in the ear that he nibbled. “But next time the gloves will be off, sweet thing. Once we’ve initiated you into the art of polyamorous sex and double penetration, we’ll do it all over again with kink included.”
Beth gave a full body shudder and her knees felt weak. Thankfully Mitch, the tallest of the three, stood behind her, with his sinewy arm wrapped around her, just below her chest, and helped her to stay upright.
“Time to unwrap you.” The quiet words were said like a prayer and so heartfelt she didn’t even panic, like she so often did, at the thought of them seeing her naked. Their talent for making her feel completely comfortable was a gift. She simply gave herself over to their care, barely aware of her clothing disappearing. It was like it just melted away.
A groan sounded close to her ear. Mitch. “Jeez, your breasts are magnificent,” he said reverently.
