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James squeezed in on my other side, banishing Ibrahim to the front seat after throwing our bags into the trunk.
I unwrapped the thick scarf from around my neck, the scratchiness of the wool suffocating me in the warm car. Benedict’s eyes slid down to my chest, then flicked up to the driver whose eyes were glued to me through the rearview mirror. He arranged the scarf over my chest and pulled his peacoat over my lap before dragging me against him in an astounding show of possessiveness.
James grinned as he watched the two of us, then slid his hand over my knee and up my thigh. I squeezed his hand, then did my best to distract myself from the overwhelming heat emanating from the skin-to-skin contact in favor of pulling out my phone and opening the app for the Nova hotel chain. Making a reservation was painless. Two days before Christmas, I supposed they didn’t have many customers.
Piper: Spending the night in Denver.
Mom: Oh, I’m sorry! Hopefully flying out tomorrow?
Piper: Sure hope so. Miss you guys!
Mom: Miss you too. See you soon! *heart emoji*
Piper: *heart emoji*
I was embarrassed to find myself drifting off as I snuggled up to Benedict, comfortable and safe, nestled between him and James. Before I knew it, we’d arrived. Benedict repeated his departure antics and swept me into his arms, depositing me in front of a surprised valet. Once Ibrahim brought me my bag, I followed the men into the hotel.
The receptionist looked askance at me as I strode up to the desk. I must have looked a mess compared to the men. I just handed him my ID and my credit card. A few seconds later, he was all welcoming smiles as he recognized I had status at the hotel—I’d spent a lot of time on the road for work the year before.
“I’ll upgrade you to a suite, ma’am.”
As I was already in their systems and relatively undemanding, my check-in was painless and quick, especially considering there was only one of me, instead of the three that the other receptionist had to manage.
Benedict eyed me with surprise and, I thought, a little bit of hunger. “Not staying with us?”
Was he out of his mind? I laughed, my smile genuine. “This afternoon’s intimacies aside, you all are strangers.”
“Meet us for dinner, then. Please. At eight. No strings attached.”
That would give me a couple of hours to soak in a hot bath and clear my mind after the day’s ridiculousness. I almost told him no, but I wanted them, and I could admit that to myself.
“Eight, at the hotel bar,” I confirmed, nodding. I took off the hat and scarf and shrugged out of Benedict’s enormous peacoat, handing them to the bellhop who anxiously waited to take their bags. “Thank you,” I said, in case I never saw them again. “For everything.”
James stepped forward and dragged me into his arms. I thought he was pulling me in for a kiss, but instead, he drew me into a tight hug, tucking my head under his chin. “Darling Piper, thank you for being such a delightful companion in this awful weather.”
He gently kissed me on the forehead. “See you at dinner.”
AH, LUXURY. I stepped into the large soaking tub, moaning at the heat as my muscles clenched and then relaxed in the bubbles. Sinking until only my face and hair were above the water, I let the scented water rinse away the pain and the humiliation of the morning.
Peter was only the most recent in a long line of painful breakups blamed on me—I wasn’t adventurous enough in bed, I spent too much time studying in law school, I was fat, I was boring, I wasn’t enough, whatever enough was.
And yet, when I sat at the table with those three delicious men at the airport, they’d found me gorgeous. Or maybe just an easy lay. I squashed the cynical thought. No, men like that could pick any woman they wanted. They saw something in me. They thought I was sexy and gorgeous and they wanted me, despite my curves, despite my soft belly, despite my utter lack of adventure.
I blushed at the thought of having sex with Ibrahim in the lounge bathroom, at flashing James as he put my sneakers on, at Benedict’s care and attention, making sure I was all right and on board with whatever foolishness we were embarking on. Three men, seemingly obsessed with my pleasure, determined to fulfill items on my sex bucket list while trapped in Denver.
Why was I hesitating? Piper, get it together. You want them as much as they want you. What’s the worst that could happen? I’d had enough terrible sex in my life. Taking a risk on more mind-blowingly excellent sex during this weird and never-to-be-repeated interlude was a no-brainer.
Decision made, I slid under the water, washing away my cares. I was really going to do this.
Chapter Four
James
BENEDICT SHOOK HIS head at me, amused. “Do you and Ibrahim normally get up to this much trouble together?”
“Piper’s not trouble,” I answered, stretching out on his bed in jeans and a sweater as Benedict hung his suits in the closet. A mischievous grin danced on my lips. “She’s a fucking delight.”
Ibrahim popped his head out of the bedroom he and I shared, water dripping down his bare chest as he toweled himself dry. I slid my eyes over him in appreciation. Ibrahim and I sure did get up to a lot of trouble together.
