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Hayden smiled, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. “Okay, Kenz. If you change your mind, though, you speak up. We’ll slow down, we’ll change things, we’ll stop all together if you want.”
“Don’t tell her that,” Char snapped, drawing my attention to him.
He stood at the foot of the bed, his lips drawn into a smirk, the sort of look that made me rub my thighs together. This side of him, the one I’d thought I hated, had changed so much. Now I saw it as special, as the real him that others didn’t get to see.
This wasmyChar, the truth of him that he kept hidden deep down from every other person. He protected it, terrified that no one else would accept it, yet he let me in. He let me see it, trusted me to accept it.
This side was snarky, it enjoyed teasing and toying with me, but I trusted it—and him—entirely.
It made me stick my tongue out at him in response to his comment.
He undid the top button of his shirt, each of his actions slow and methodical while the corner of his mouth tipped up. “You’re feisty, huh? I wonder just hold long you’ll hold on to that after we start to fuck you, hmm?”
And just like that, I was pretty damn sure I wouldn’t last long against them.
My expression must have amused Char, because he chuckled as he went on unbuttoning his shirt. That somehow felt more threatening than if he’d spoken to me. His silence promised something far lewder.
Beside him, Vance grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled the fabric up and over his head. He took it off in one swoop, tossing it aside as though it no longer mattered. It allowed me to see his bare, pale chest, and again I found myself stunned by the sight.
How could he be so perfect? How could anyone appear so flawless? He removed his gloves, next, one at a time, then glanced at the prosthetic on his hand. He didn’t move at first, as though unsure what to do about it.
“You can take it off,” I whispered.
He lifted his gaze from his hand to me. “You sure? It’s not pretty.”
“I don’t care about pretty. I care aboutyou.If you want to leave it on, if it makes you feel better, you can do that. Just don’t leave it on for my benefit. I don’t care.”
He nodded, then dropped his gaze again as he slid the silicone off, setting the prosthetic on the dresser along with the gloves. The funny thing was that despite the mangled hand, I still found him flawless. That didn’t change my view of him in the least. I wanted him every bit as much as I had before I’d ever known about his injury.
He swallowed hard, then gave me an adorably shy smile, relief clear in his expression.
He put one knee on the bed, then bent forward, placing his right hand against the bed for balance before leaning over and taking my lips in a kiss that said everything he hadn’t.
I parted my lips, inviting him deeper, offering up everything I had to him. He had more than enough experience to show me all the things I’d missed out on, everything I wanted that I hadn’t yet tasted. I couldn’t ask for better guides through this than these men, after all.
My attention remained locked on Vance and his teasing lips, so distracted that I almost missed as someone undid the hook of my slacks. Hands grasped the waist of them and tugged them down my legs, pausing only long enough to pull off my shoes and socks. I had no idea who did it and honestly?
I didn’t give a damn. It didn’t matter to me, didn’t change a thing, so long as they didn’t stop.
Lips touched me, right at the waist of my panties, leaving a string of kisses along the sensitive skin there. I almost thought it was Hayden until a sting made me lift my hips—Clearly, Char.
His breath heated my skin when he chuckled before he took the lace between his teeth, pulled it, then allowed it to snap back. I gasped at the sharp pain, more so because after the initial shock of it, it lessened to a delicious burn. That was so much like him, wasn’t it? A bit uncomfortable, a bit scary, but in the end, something I enjoyed.
He grasped the panties and worked them down my legs, the cool air brushing over my pussy when he spread my legs afterward. The position exposed me fully in front of the men.
And while I hadn’t thought myself to be someone that nervous normally, especially about my body, it turned out that letting the men I loved see me in such details stirred up all my worries.
As quickly as they rose, however, Hayden washed them away by running his hand up my side, pushing up my shirt as he went, so his fingers stroked across my bare skin. He traced the band of my bra, over my ribs, taking extra time over the scar that rested there from when I’d almost died.
He leaned in and offered a gentle kiss to that place, a reverent touch that was so much deeper than lust or need. Instead, it showed a connection between us, something that bound us more than just our bodies.
Hayden moved his kisses along the band, then up the inner edge of one of the cups. He wassoclose to the place that yearned for his touch, where my nipple pebbled behind the thin lace of the bra. I arched up, something between a plea and an offer.
Vance broke the kiss, freeing my lips and letting me breathe more easily. He ran thumb across my bottom lip with a smirk. “You still haven’t learned to breathe through your nose? You really are going to be fun to train.”
The word ‘train’ would normally annoy me, but when he said it inthatvoice? I was all for becoming the best of students in any lesson he wanted to give me.
Char ran his hands up my thighs as he spread them wider, my hips nearly aching from the stretch. If I’d thought I was exposed before, it wasnothingcompared to this. The position left nothing unseen, nothing hidden or private. I glanced down my body to find Char there, his shirt gone, his pants unbuttoned but still on, and the most devastating smile that I had ever seen painted across his lips.
