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“We’ll decide tomorrow. We have a few days still.” Bastian stepped between her and Garrick. “Did you eat anything? I didn’t see you come down.”
Ariella took a second to catch the switch in topic.
“Yeah. Mrs. Antoinette brought up something a while ago.” She wrapped her arms around her stomach. The Caprese salad and grilled chicken had been perfect. “I still don’t understand why that wonderful woman works for you.” She flashed a snarky grin at Garrick, then hurried across the room, completely avoiding his hand swiping out to smack her ass for the comment.
She plugged her phone into the charger on the nightstand and pulled the bedding back on the massive bed. It was nearly twice the size of a king-sized bed; it must have been custom-made.
“Promise me you won’t leave me out of this. I can help.” She put one knee on the bed, ready to climb inside.
Garrick hooked his hands on his hips. “We won’t leave you out, but I’m not promising you’ll take any active role. I won’t put you in danger.”
“But we won’t decide anything without you,” Bastian added.
She stared at them a long moment. They could be trusted. In her core, she knew that. Bastian, overprotective since she’d known him, had never lied to her, and Garrick wouldn’t sugarcoat anything.
“Princess.” Garrick used the nickname with a hard tone. “Tell me something.” He shucked out of his suit jacket and pulled his shirt over his head while making his way to her. Like a lion stalked its prey, he took steady steps toward her.
“What?” She asked when he remained silent. The little flutter in her stomach was back, and when she looked up at his eyes, she knew exactly why. The man wasn’t coming to tuck her into bed. His pupils had expanded so much that his deep blue irises were gone.
He took a moment to let his gaze wander over her body. She’d changed into a tank top and cotton pajama bottoms earlier. His eyes landed on her breasts, and her nipples hardened beneath his stare, peaking through the thin fabric of the sleeping tank.
“Did you touch what was ours while you were up here all alone?” His husky tone drew out more of her arousal. It didn’t take much, just a look, a touch from these two, and her body melted into them. It was frustrating and exhilarating all at once.
“What’s that?” She put a hand on her hip and grinned. “What’s yours?”
Bastian’s low growl from behind Garrick made her insides soften.
Garrick stepped to her, around her, until her back was to his chest. His mouth pressed against her ear. “What is ours?”
She swallowed back a snarky comment, sure it would get her into trouble instead of helping her get to the bliss she wanted. Being left hungry for release earlier made her entire evening physically uncomfortable. Her anger at her father was not enough to make her body stop craving these men.
The bed dipped as Bastian climbed onto it, settling against the headboard. Ariella’s knee slipped off the bed, and she steadied herself as the scruff of Garrick’s beard grazed against her bare shoulder.
“You, Princess. Are ours.” Garrick bit at her earlobe. “This is ours.” He nipped again, harder, then moved down to the little spot where her shoulder met her neck. “This is ours.” He licked. His arms slid beneath hers to cup her breasts. “These tits are ours.” He squeezed, pinching her nipples between two fingers.
She sucked in a breath, curling her toes into the area rug when he released them, and the blood rushed back. His hand glided over her stomach to the elastic of her pajama bottoms. Easily his fingers slid beneath the band, and he dipped lower and lower still until the tips of his fingers grazed her clit.
Her teeth could break; she ground them so hard to keep from crying out.
Further he went, and his fingers slid through her folds.
“This pussy is ours.” He pulled his hand out, showing her the juices glistening on his fingertip before he brought it to his mouth and sucked it off. She turned her head just enough to see his tongue lick the last bit from his knuckle.
“So, did you touch what was ours?” He asked, hooking his thumbs into her bottoms.
“No,” she finally answered. Not that she hadn’t wanted to. She had, badly. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that they’d find out, and instead of getting the relief she craved, she’d find herself with a hot ass and empty pussy again.
“Good girl,” Garrick’s smile tinted his tone. In one swift movement, he pulled her shorts down to her ankles and tossed them aside once she stepped out of them. Her shirt was gone an instant later.
“Come here, Ariella,” Bastian spread his legs on the bed. He sat in only his black boxers; his cock, a steel rod, easily seen through the material. The thick, round head of his dick poked out the edge of the boxers.
“Go on.” Garrick patted her ass. She winced. “Still tender?” He asked as she climbed up onto the massive bed.
“A little.”.
“Good.” He grinned.
Bastian maneuvered her between his legs, cradling her back against his chest and wrapping his arm around her belly. He nuzzled her neck, kissing her.
