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I’m laughing because they are so easy to rile up. However, I am serious. I will marry no one but Natalia, and shewillmarry me. She might marry the other three buffoons too, but I don’t care. I’ve loved her since I was a child, and I won’t have her wed anyone else but them after me. Nat’s eyes are wide, her mouth gaping, and she looks bewildered. She takes a minute to compose herself, then she lets her gaze travel over all of us individually. “Is that something you all want? Because while I have all of you, no way in hell would I ever be able to stand you being with someone else…unless it’s each other.” She snickers at the last part.
Tugging her to me, so our noses are touching, I say, “You’re all I need. If these fuckers are with us, then so be it. But if they hurt you again, I’ll rip their cocks from their throats and hang them with it.” I capture her lips with mine. She giggles at the violence and breaks our kiss to look at Stryker, King, and Conrad.
They all agree with what I said, minus the cocks being ripped from throats. I’m not kidding, though. I’ll find a way to rip their dicks out of their throats if they hurt her again. “No more men, though, Luci. I can’t handle adding another dick to this club. I can barely handle Volkov,” King goads, giving me a cocky smile.
“I pinky swear,” she promises, and the little minx even puts her pinky finger out so we can each clasp our pinkies together in promise. Conrad then stands and scoops Natalia up bridal style, strolling from the room. “I owe Spitfire a little something from her wake-up call this morning,” he calls over his shoulder.
I’m left in the room with Stryker and King. We look at each other, floored that Conrad just stole our girl right from under our noses and took off with her. I move to get up, but whatMalyshkasaid a few minutes ago comes back to me. “If any of you touch my cock, I’ll end you. I’ll do whatever to please our woman, but crossing swords is a no for me. If you guys want to, that’s cool, but hands off my fancy dick,” I clarify.
King just grunts and nods once in agreement. Stryker looks startled. “I, umm…ended up getting up close and personal with Conrad the last time we played together…you know, to satisfy Nat.”
“Sounds delightful. Yes, I amend my conditions. I’m fine with this. I only actually fuck Natalia, though.” I get up and head to bed.
These men just might make our fucking even more creative.I like it!
Nat
Iamsoturnedon by Conrad’s actions at this moment. When I first joined the Elite, he appeared more of the shy, unassuming gentleman. The one who is kind and gentle, always opening doors for others and saving kittens from trees.Or wait, is that a firefighter?Conrad would still probably save kittens from trees, though.Swoon.
He just grabbed me and left the room with no warning. No fucks were given at that moment, and Conrad took what he wanted. From Alexie, of all people. He has changed so much in the short time I’ve known him, and while I still love the sweet and gentle Conrad, this confident and take-what-he-wants Conrad is hot as fuck too.
Love?Fuck, there’s that word again. Conrad carries me to his room. “What’s so funny?” he asks, and I realize I let out a small giggle.
“Would you save kittens from trees?” I ask. I try to hold a serious expression on my face while asking the question, but I can’t help smiling at the idea of Conrad climbing a tree to save adorable, helpless kittens.Hopefully, shirtless.He’s shirtless in my current fantasy.
His eyes narrow on me, and he looks really confused. “Kittens? Would I save kittens from a tree? Did I hear that right?” The confusion on his face still holding strong.
“You heard me right,” I decide I’m not going to tell him why this came to mind but continue because I want to know now. “Would you save kittens from a tree?”
We finally reach his room and walk through the open doorway. “I’m not sure if this is a trick question or what, but I’ll just answer it by saying that I would probably save kittens from a tree,” he says, ending his response with an inflection, almost like he’s posing a question.
He sets me on the bed, and I lean back on my elbows, nodding my head at him. “I knew it. Now, how about doing it shirtless?” I ask, and a large smile finds its way back to my mouth as he strolls away from me to close the door.
Conrad just looks back at me as though he thinks I’m messing with him and rolls his eyes. He drops his crossed arms and walks towards me until his knees are against the bed and my legs are between his. I don’t move but continue to stare up at him.
To my surprise, Conrad grabs the bottom of his shirt and lifts it over his head, tossing it aside. “Like this?” he asks. “Is this what you imagined?”
I suck in one side of my bottom lip, still watching him. Releasing my lip, I say, “No. I did not imagine this.” His face drops slightly in disappointment. “Reality is so much better than my imagination.”
He lowers himself, forcing me to lie on my back while crawling up my body until his hands rest on the mattress next to my head. Conrad presses a soft kiss to my lips but pulls back too quickly, and I let out a groan in protest.
“Sometimes I wish I could see into that head of yours, Spitfire,” he claims before pressing another petal-soft kiss onto my eager lips. Again, he pulls back too soon.
“My sweet Conrad, trust me when I say that you don’t want to be in there. Hell, I don’t want to be most of the time,” I say as I snake my hands around his back and pull him closer to me. Our faces are so close I can feel his warm breath feathering across my cheeks. “Now, kiss me and stop pulling away so damn quick.”
“Your wish is my command,” is all he says before he smashes his lips to mine.Not so delicate anymore.His lips are a perfect match for mine. Then his tongue reaches out and forces mine open. Our tongues entangle as I feel one of his hands dig into the mattress and move beneath my head. His hand holds my head firmly in place, not allowing our mouths to break their holds on one another. I’m not sure how long we stay this way, but I know when it ends, it will be too soon.
Conrad tries to pull away, but I still have a firm grip on his back, and we just end up staring at each other. “I could devour you right here, right now,” he says.Yes, do that!“But for tonight, I just want to hold you. To know that it can be just us without having to fill the time with sex.”
As much as I want to protest, I know I can’t always go from sex with one guy to the next guy to the next guy.That sounds fun too, though.There are genuine feelings involved, deep feelings that I have no intention of ever hurting again.
I release my grip on his back, and he pulls up to a standing position. I shimmy myself further back on the bed toward the top of the covers. “Just a good ol’ snuggle session, then?” I ask as I pat the space on the bed next to me.
Conrad undoes his pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. I can see the outline of his member, and it makes me salivate.No sex. Just be with him in this moment. Mind out of the gutter…or out of his pants.
One of his eyebrows lifts as he looks at me. He caught me staring at his crotch. It’s not my fault that thing’s bulging so much. Breaking my trance on his nether region, -what a strange phrase-I only smile up at him. Then I remove my shirt, bra, and pants, tossing them at Conrad. He catches them and places them with his discarded clothing in the corner of the room.
I slide under the covers facing Conrad. He also gets under the covers and removes his glasses, setting them on the nightstand. “It has to be King in charge of the AC because even though we’re in Las Vegas, this house feels like we’re in Northern Michigan,” he says. “But all the more reason to be close for some body heat.” He reaches both arms around my body and pulls me to him. Our chests smoosh together, and I can feel that bulge straining in his briefs.
