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Matthew nods and smiles gently. “Thank you, Mary.”
“And it was a pleasure meeting you, Selina. Let’s hope you stick around,” she tells me.
I get the feeling there was supposed to be something added after that statement, but Mrs. Swanson says nothing else, choosing instead to wave goodbye and walk back out the front door. I look to Matthew for guidance, but all I see is a muscle ticking in his jaw. Jason’s smile is rather faded, and Sully won’t even look at me. For a single moment, I worry I might’ve stepped into something unpleasant, but the atmosphere quickly changes back when Matthew takes me by the hand and gleefully resumes our tour of the house.
“Come on,” he says once we hear the front door shut behind Mrs. Swanson. “Let me show you the bedrooms.”
Great.
The bedrooms.
The top flooris delightfully airy and breezy, with warm, pale yellow wallpaper and plush carpets. It has an open loft area looking down at the living room, the bedrooms and bathrooms easily accessed from the surrounding hallway with its antique wooden railway. Each of the bedrooms is decorated in a specific style, and Matthew explains how he worked closely with a separate designer for this part of the house in order to incorporate as much of his original plan into these spaces.
We enter the room that I will be staying in while I’m here. It has a lovely palette of soft pink fabrics against white walls and cedar-wood flooring, with a canopy bed and two gorgeous high-back chairs with intricate floral embroidery covering the wide arms. I love every inch of this room—from the wood-stained credenza and white-washed vanity table with its matching stool to the huge bed with its veiled canopy and overabundance of decorative pillows. It’s like a little slice of paradise, a girl’s dream translated into something befitting of an elegant princess whose heart is still young.
Matthew, Sully, and Jason are each in their rooms, unpacking and getting ready for dinner. They tell me that there is a delivery service available with one of their favorite restaurants in Aspen, and they always make sure the food arrives fresh out of the chef’s illustrious kitchen and on time. I don’t mind the time alone, though, because I’m able to really immerse myself into this place.
I crave a hot shower, and the en-suite bathroom is ready to deliver. “Damn, even the bathroom is out of a frickin’ fairytale,” I mumble as I run my fingers along the edge of a gorgeous, porcelain clawfoot tub with brushed brass fixtures.
It has a suspended curtain to assist with the wall-mounted shower, so I take my sweet time unwinding under the hot water stream before I make use of the lavender-scented bodywash. I’ll give Mrs. Swanson credit—she’s got an eye for detail and probably some hotel experience for her to be so attentive in these small, but essential choices for Matthew’s guests. Even though it was pretty difficult for me to accept this kind of care from the guys, I’m definitely able to enjoy every second of it.
Once I’m fresh and florally scented, I slip into a pair of jeans and one of my pale-colored turtlenecks—the winter staple in my dresser. Back when I had a dresser. Enjoying the silence and the soft colors of my room, I take my time exploring every corner. I notice the nightstands and wonder what I’ll find in the drawers. Magazines. More toiletries. An expensive-looking body oil from an uppity French brand I’ve seen in some of the Providence luxury stores.
I also find what at first I think is a notebook, but it’s actually more of a hardcover diary with a black and silver design. To my surprise, as soon as I flip it open and see the name Cynthia Nordstrom written on the first page, I realize this belonged to someone. She must’ve left it here.
“It’s a diary. It’s definitely private,” I tell myself. “Maybe I shouldn’t…”
Oh, who am I kidding. Of course I want to read about Cynthia. She stayed at this cabin at some point with Matthew, Sully, and Jason. I turn the page and admire her beautiful handwriting, theg’sand they’selegant curls in particular. My lips move as I read the first few lines. Soon enough, my brain catches up, and I’m entranced by her words. I’m trying to build an image of Cynthia in the back of my head, trying to put a face to the name as I imagine what she must be like. Naturally, questions begin to bubble up to the surface as I immerse myself into these pages that I shouldn’t even be reading.
“When Matthew first suggested that we should spend our winter holiday up in Aspen, I thought it was too soon,” Cynthia writes. “I thought we were rushing into things, especially with Sully and Jace also joining us.” She called Jason ‘Jace.’ Who is this woman? It causes a small pang to push through the pit of my stomach. Could I be jealous? After our encounter at the hotel it’s possible. Damn, I’m getting deep too fast, and I can’t even stop myself. “Our nights in Providence had always been full of passion and raw desire. I couldn’t get enough of them. I still can’t. And I know tonight is going to be special. It’s our first trip together,” Cynthia adds. “I’m nervous and excited all at once…
“I’ve packed only the finest from my lingerie trousseau. I know Matthew loves my crotchless panties the most, so I’m definitely wearing them tonight for dinner. Jace left me roses on the pillow. I can’t wait to take him in my mouth for dessert. And Sully…his darkness turns me on so intensely. I love the way he pulls my hair and bends me over. Yes, tonight will be special. We didn’t think it would work so well, but it’s our second month like this, and it’s only getting better.”
What the heck is this all about? It hits me like a freight train as I turn the page and continue reading. My fantasies about the guys were a reality for Cynthia, an absolutely ravishing and decadent reality.
“Dinner was simple. They ordered from L’Argent, their favorite restaurant here in Aspen. Roast beef, sweet and purple potatoes, salads and cheesy bread rolls aplenty,” she writes. “The wine wasn’t my favorite, but Matthew promised he’d bring a different vintage tomorrow. It didn’t matter much, since there was plenty of sherry in the pantry for us to indulge in. I needed a couple of extra shots because they were already looking at me like I was their favorite dessert. The anticipation was enough for my heart to beat faster. I needed something to take the edge off.”
Just reading this has my core humming at a low frequency. In my mind’s eye, I’m there, downstairs, sipping on sherry and letting the alcohol relax my muscles as Matthew, Jason, and Sully move closer, prowling around me like apex predators. And I’m dying to be pounced on. The heat between my legs only serves to confirm what I know at this point. I want them. All three of them. And I’m starting to think I’ll definitely want what Cynthia had.
“They took me out on the back porch, first,” she writes. “We relaxed in the hot tub for a while, talking and sipping on more sherry before Sully grabbed a handful of my hair and turned me around. Jason and Matthew sat up on the edge so I could please them both at once, while Sully fucked me from behind. I loved every second of it. Three strong men who know how to dominate me, know how to bring out the animal in me… no limits, no shame, no fear whatsoever as we explored each other’s bodies and found a slice of heaven up in these snowy mountains. I’m still raw from Sully’s pounding. Jason andMatthew took turns with me afterwards, but Sully…damn, he knows how to rile a woman beyond her own senses.”
I’m wet. I can feel my panties soaking as I put the diary away and realize I’m going to have to join these men for dinner. Whatever Cynthia had, I want it. I’m not sure how to ask for it, though. I have only ever been with one man. Before now I’d never even considered two. Three just sounds insane, but the heart wants what the heart wants.
As I prepare to head downstairs, I can’t help but wonder what happened to Cynthia.
6
Selina
As I arrive downstairs for the evening, I’m stunned by how much of what’s happening resembles what I just read in Cynthia’s diary only moments ago. Matthew, Jason, and Sully are keeping busy around the long dinner table—setting the plates, the cutlery, the wine and water glasses. Matthew unboxes the restaurant order, filling two large porcelain bowls with creamy butter chicken, stirred vegetables, and steamed Jasmine rice.
I smile as I walk into the dining room, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Cynthia wore crotchless panties and a burgundy silk dress for her first dinner with them. I’ve got hipster shorts underneath my jeans, but at least I matched them with the same color bra. The turtleneck feels out of place, suffocating. “Hey, guys. Anything I can help with?” I ask.
“Don’t worry about a thing. Just have a seat. Dinner is about to be served,” Matthew replies brightly.
“You’re gonna love this,” Sully adds with a cool grin as he helps Matthew bring the bowls over to the table. “It’s the best chicken I’ve ever had.”
“And we were stationed in Jamaica for a few months,” Jason adds with a laugh. “I never thought I’d find anything better than jerk chicken until we tried L’Argent.”
