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“Go on, sweetheart. We’ll be up soon.” I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until the door closed behind her. She was testing all of my control. Running my hands down my face, I shook out my hands and looked at my brothers. “Well, that was unexpected.”
Boone shrugged. “Let’s not play shy. We’ve all been in weirder situations, for less enthralling women. I can’t even think of a single one right now, not when I’ve got Memphis flouncing around my head.”
“No one doubted you’d be down, Boone. Wells?” Facing him, I tried to read his expression and couldn’t.
“If it was anyone else, I’d never be able to do it. It’s not anyone else, though. It’s you two. And it’s the three of us because we make her feel safe. Just try not to be embarrassed when I outperform both of you.” He grinned and nodded towards the door. “Why are we waiting? I’m dying here.”
“Remy is playing his sex games. He can’t help himself.” Boone popped a mint and tossed the tin to me. “Memphis seems into it.”
“I’m not…” I sighed and sucked on the mint to give myself time to clarify my thoughts in my own head before trying to verbalize them again. “I’m not going to put all of that on her. You heard her. She’s inexperienced and nervous. The last thing she needs is a man slapping her ass and demanding she not come until he says so. She’s looking for pleasure, not kink.”
Wells lifted a shoulder. “You don’t know that.”
I wasn’t going to admit that my control was weak around her. It wasn’t something I was comfortable with myself and I knew telling them meant we’d have to talk about it. “I know enough.”
“Whatever. Can we please go now? If I stand around here for much longer, I’m going to rip my clothes off like an animal and pounce on her.” Boone growled. “My patience is non-existent when it comes to this woman.”
“Are we just going to fight for first touch when we’re up there?” Wells cut his eyes at us. “As middle child, I think it’s fair that I take my time to shine now. You two have had enough glory.”
I scoffed. “Fuck off.”
“Beauty before age, assholes.” Boone strode towards the door and I had to fight the urge to rip off my brother’s arm and beat him with it.
“Let’s just see what she wants.” Wells rushed out behind Boone. “You two can pout when she chooses me.”
I rushed after them, tugging at my tie. It occurred to me that we were acting like idiots, but I wasn’t going to let them have Memphis before me if I could help it.
Elbows were thrown and grown men shoved each other into walls, but the second we reached my bedroom door, we each pulled ourselves together and stepped inside. The moment we did, all thoughts of who got Memphis first vanished. Almost every thought was snapped away as the sight of her hit me.
Memphis was kneeling at the foot of my bed, naked, with her hands together over her thighs. She looked up at us and took a deep breath. “Is this…?”
I moved to stand in front of her and tipped her chin up so her face was presented fully to my gaze. I searched her eyes for any signs of regret, but all I saw was an openness that sucked me in. Finding her kneeling for us, in such a submissive position, was enough to bend any resolve I had about keeping my darker desires away from her.
I kept her chin up as I slowly ran my eyes down her long neck and freckled shoulders. Her collar bones made soft angles that I wanted to fill and drink out of. Two freckles marked the center of her chest and then I drank in the sight of her breasts. Full, round, and tipped with small pink nipples, they were fucking perfect and would fill my palms just right. Her stomach was soft and her navel dotted with another single freckle. Her thighs were thick, pressing together tightly to hide her sex from my hungry gaze. Creases on each hip that showed the promise of her curves made my blood pump harder.
Clothed, she was sexy as hell. Naked, she was a goddess, built for taking and giving pleasure. Her wavy hair was suddenly tousled and ready for a tight fist in it. Her forest green eyes were suddenly the green of a soft bed of moss, made for fucking. Her pretty mouth was an invitation, written out to me personally.
My fingers tightened slightly on her chin as I met her gaze again and let out a sound that was pure desire and need. Memphis shivered and pushed her shoulders back farther, presenting herself to me like I hadn’t just devoured every inch of her.
I lifted her chin higher, so she had to go up on her knees and there was her sex, tightly protected by her clenched thighs. I leaned forward and let out a shuddering breath against her ear. “Spread your knees.”
17.
***Memphis***
Remington’sgrittyvoicedemandingI spread my legs made my stomach clench and my insides flutter. His eyes were darker, nearly swallowed up by his pupils as he kept his grip on my chin. His demeanor was different from what I’d seen in our few interactions. He felt larger and dangerous, like he was prepared to chase me if I dared run. His body was tense and I could see a muscle in his jaw flexing. While I burned alive, he was a block of ice, frigid in his control.
I swallowed my nerves and shifted my knees farther apart. His duvet cover felt like a very expensive linen and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as I thought about what he could see of my exposed body and what he would think if I was wet enough to drip onto his costly bedding. My brain was everywhere all at once and yet none of my thoughts felt full, or even completely real. I was caught in a fantasy and I was struggling to believe it.
Remington didn’t give me much choice but to believe it when he cupped my sex in his other hand and growled low in the back of his throat. “You’re drenched. Is this all for us?”
The feeling of his thick fingers touching me there made me feel like Iwasa virgin. I felt like I’d never been touched before, not if what he was doing was touching me. Nothing had ever felt like it. It felt like he was claiming my sex, taking and gripping what he wanted. My body responded by becoming even slicker. I nodded and glanced behind him at Wells and Boone.
“Out loud, M.” He turned my gaze back to him and tightened his grip on my core. “You’re going to be vocal with us. Tell us what you want, what you need, and what you don’t like. Did the piece of shit who took your cherry ever ask you what you wanted?”
Shaking my head, I couldn’t get my mouth to function so easily. I’d never been vocal during sex. I wasn’t loud. I maybe whispered Charlie’s name to pretend I was coming, but that was it.
Remington’s hand left my core and I wanted to cry out and beg him to put it back. I shouldn’t have worried, though, because a second later, his hand returned in a swift slap that shocked me more than it stung. The sensation sent tingles all over my body and the gasp that flew out of my mouth was loud and breathy.
