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Blinking, I scrub my face with my fists. Nothing about the vision changes. It wasn’t a dream after all. “Oh.”
“Did you think we were going to disappear?” Wesley frowns as though I’ve offended him.
“Not exactly. It’s just…hard to believe you’re real. Yesterday I had no one. Now there’s you three. Beast. All this.” I wave my hand around. “I know what convinced me to leap, but…you don’t need to settle. How can you be sure so soon?”
“Time is irrelevant,” Grant explains. “We’ve wasted enough of it to know when something feels right. Better than ever before. Hell, I knew the moment I saw you.”
“Same,” Wesley echoes. Briggs nods and caresses my cheek more tenderly than I would have imagined possible with his large hand.
“We’re not letting go. We’re keeping you. Forever, if you’ll stay.” Grant leans in and kisses my nose, then a bit lower. His lips seduce mine, proving again how connected our desires are. In seconds, I’m already hungry for more.
But I need to be sure because when I give them all of myself, there won’t be any taking it back. “Won’t you miss going to the club? You have your own room there. Obviously, you liked it.”
“It helped pass the time while we searched for someone we could share. Keep for ourselves.” Wesley leans over Grant to grasp my chin and turn my face toward him so I can read the absolute truth in his stare. “And now that we’ve found you, no one else will use what’s ours.”
I have no idea what comes over me, except that I enjoy the tingle that races through me at their possessive tendencies. “What if I liked it? What if I want to do it again and show off my new skills in front of all your rich friends?”
“Don’t make us tie you up.” Wesley might or might not be joking. “We’ll keep you here as our captive until you realize we’re right. This is your destiny. With us.Onlyus.”
When I don’t object, Grant smiles. “We’re happy to convince you if you need.”
“Let’s pretend I do.” I’m breathless as I consider their sensual threats.
Briggs doesn’t talk about it. He does it.
He jogs through the sitting room, across the hall, and retrieves several ties from who knows where. On his return, he leaps onto the mattress, bouncing as he settles at my side. His bulk causes the rest of us to jostle together.
Grant and Wesley seem to forgive him when they each accept a strip of silk and get to work. Before I can so much as think ofescaping, they have my legs spread, one ankle tied to each of the posts at the foot of the bed. Briggs gathers my wrists together and binds them before attaching them to a slat in the headboard I assumed was decorative.
As my gaze wings between them, I realize they’re already fully awake. Each man has a hand on his cock, stroking as they kneel with Grant on one side, Wesley on the other, and Briggs between my thighs.
“Are you sore, prize?” Grant asks, his hand trailing down my center from my chin to my mound. “Don’t you dare lie.”
“Some. But if I’m going to have trouble walking for the next few days, you might as well make it worth it.” The thought of holding them inside me again far outweighs the discomfort it might cause.
Briggs groans. “The last thing I want is to hurt you, but if you’re sure…”
“I haven’t had you yet. I want it. You.” I wish I could reach down and stroke him or taste him again. Sucking on him at the club kept me calm, gave me something to concentrate on.
There’s no easy out now. They’re playing for keeps.
“Grant, help her.” Wesley grips Grant’s shoulder and pushes until he folds in half, his face tucked upside down against my core. He doesn’t seem to mind Wesley taking control, instead doing as he’s told. His tongue snakes out and laps along my slit, throwing me back to the things they showed me last night.
I want more of that.
More of them.
A moan escapes me.
“You’re such a good girl, Clover.” Wesley dips his middle finger between my parted lips. I suck on it, pacifying myself until the initial shock of Grant’s contact thaws me. Wesley replaces his fingers with his cock and I swallow around it, getting it slick with spit.
He withdraws after just a few strokes while Grant flicks his tongue over my clit, revving me up faster than one of the cars in their garage.
“You’re going to focus on me.” Wesley straddles my torso. But instead of putting his dick back in my mouth, which is probably hazardous to his health given what’s about to happen, he tucks it in the valley between my breasts.
It takes some effort, but he gathers the mounds together to create a soft, slick channel to ride while Grant introduces his fingers to my pussy. It causes my back to arch and my legs and arms to tug at my bindings. There’s no closing myself to them now or ever again.
That thought alone, plus the fact that I don’t want to, is enough to set me off. I quake beneath Wesley and Grant, my pussy drawing on Grant’s fingers as strongly as my mouth did on Briggs’s cock last night.
