Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
"We should go," he says again.
"I'll take some juice," Lyle says, already following me towards the small kitchen area. I take a glass from the cupboard and open the small refrigerator. The shelves are almost empty because I haven't been home much. When I meet Lyle's gaze, there's a real pain in the furrow of his brow. Pain or pity.
"Here," I say when I've poured it. He takes the glass reluctantly as though he regrets asking. Now he's going to have to drink some of my meager rations.
My eyes flick to Nate, who's also looking at the photos, so I don't see Lyle reach out to touch my hair until I feel the gentle tug of his fingers.
"It's like spun gold," he says. "It's like it was when you were little."
"Not everything has to change," I say softly, staring into his deep brown eyes, feeling the longing like a tug at my heart.
When he bends to kiss my lips, I'm not surprised. There's an inevitability to it. We're in such close proximity, and everything about what we've been to each other since the end of the auction has been about this. But we're not in Club Scarlet, and the rules for what happens here, in my space, aren't clear.
I want the press of his mouth to mine. I need the slide of his tongue. I crave his hands and his hard body like an addict fixated on their next hit. But I want more. I want to know him inside out the way I used to all those years ago. I want to be a person in his life, not just a transaction.
As his arms wrap around my back, I hear Kylian mutter something under his breath. His lack of approval is expected. This is outside of the contract's terms. This is outside of his control. Of course, he's not going to like it. But as Lyle's hands run over my ass and he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his hips, I feel the presence of his brothers behind me.
"My room is down the hall," I say as he mouths my neck, breath gusting hot against my skin.
"What about Club Scarlet?" Kylian asks.
"What about it?" Lyle says, already walking in the right direction.
My bed isn't big, and the room is half the size of room twenty-eight but none of it matters. All I need is them. All I want is them.
Lyle sits on the powder blue comforter, his hands resting on my hips. Behind me, Nate takes the hem of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head. Lyle unclasps my bra at the front, allowing my breasts to spill into his waiting palms. I close my eyes as he rolls my nipples, grinding my already primed and wet pussy against the hard ridge of his cock. When I open my eyes, I realize Kylian hasn't touched me.
Where is he?
I find him standing by my nightstand, and in his hand is the picture of the four of us all dressed in our Sunday best by the birdhouse in the garden at Montgomery House. Lyle continues to knead my soft flesh, and Nate shifts my hair over my shoulder so that he can kiss my neck, but my attention is fixed on Kylian and the furrow between his brows at the discovery that I have their picture by my bedside.
He has no idea that I've wondered about them every day we've been apart. He has no idea that I longed for them so much that Mom had the picture framed to give me something to focus on.
When he finally looks up, there's bewilderment in his expression. He wants to ask why the picture is there. He wants to know what it means, but he'll never ask because asking will mean admitting that he cares to know the answer.
Reading his expression, I know he's not ready for words. He's not ready to hear any explanation or have his perception of the world challenged. All I have is my body, my hands to caress, my lips to kiss, and my pussy which will bring these three men to the precipice of pleasure and beyond. So, if that's all I have, it's what I'll use.
The contract and agreement have always placed Kylian, Nate, and Lyle in charge of the sex. They've held the reins and directed the action, but they're on my turf now. Maybe, if I change it up, they'll see me as less passive. Maybe I'll be able to show them that this could be so much more than just pleasure paid for and controlled. I'm nervous because I don't have any experience of sex outside of Club Scarlet
and the experience I have with these men. But I've learned how to move, and I've studied what it takes to tip them over the edge. This might be a step out of my comfort zone, but I have to try.