Orlando’s breath ghosts over my neck. “Be a good girl and cum for us, treasure.”
I couldn’t have held it any longer if I wanted to. His lips crash with mine as the earth shatters around me. My pussy tightens around their fingers, pulses of pleasure coming over me in a rush. Over and over again. They keep pumping in and out of me until I stop riding their fingers, a panting, sweaty, breathless mess.
Orlando pulls back, his eyes gleaming with a self-satisfied smirk that seems to say,See? I can share if I want to.
My hands tighten in Romeo’s hair as he laps me up, licking every last drop of my cum from my pussy. When he’s satisfied and I’m quivering all over again, he moves back from me, wiping the back of his hand over his lips as he stands. His eyes are alight with desire. He takes my hand, pulling me up to sitting. His hand comes around the back of my neck, and he kisses me. Fuck, he tastes of me. “If you’re a good girl while we’re gone, I’ll personally make sure you will be rewarded when I get back,” he murmurs into my lips.
And I melt into him, hoping to God he makes good on his promise. That I could do again every damn day of my life. As long as they take me home first.
Chapter 26
Justlikelastnight,we curl up around the fire after dinner. Orlando’s staff have laid out a cheeseboard, and the boys have the whiskey out again. Onyx sits in one of the recliners, Reef and Romeo are seated behind me on the sofa, and I’m on the plush rug watching what’s left of the storm. The rain has died down a little, but every so often, thunder still rumbles through the sky and lightning flashes to light up the ocean. The fireplace is lit, and there is a scattering of candles all around just in case the power goes out.
Romeo’s hand brushes over my arm, pulling my attention back to him. He has a topped-up tumbler of whiskey for me, and I gratefully take it, having a sip of the smooth amber liquid. He has been giving me come fuck-me eyes all evening, and I know it’s not going to be long before he pounces. He got a small taste this afternoon, and it clearly wasn’t enough. Reef is no different. I catch his slow sexy smile out of the corner of my eyes and feel it right down to my toes, the crazy electricity between us zapping faster than ever.
Orlando walks into the living room from his bedroom, and he’s freshly showered and smells of lavender and chamomile. Something about it turns me on even more than I already am. Maybe it’s the memory of showering with him or just the fact that I’m nicely buzzed right now and I have my four favorite men in the same room as me, all looking edible. His eyes scan each of us with a cautious look, his footsteps quiet and deliberate. Like he’s not sure if he should be here with us or not.
I smile at him. “Come join us,” I offer, hoping to bridge the gap. If he can finger-fuck me with his brother, he can share a drink with us on his last night here before he takes off for Italy.
His gaze rakes over me, and his eyes dance with something menacing as he selects a crystal tumbler from the bar, pours himself a generous measure of whiskey, and sinks into the recliner.
Romeo rolls a die out on the coffee table in front of us. “Let’s get this party going, now that we’re all here.” He winks at me cheekily; he’s pleasantly buzzed as well. He and Reef haven’t said as much, but somehow, I think this last week has taken a toll on them. I can see it in the worry lines on their faces and feel it in the way they hold me, like they never want to let me go. They’re afraid to take their eyes off me in case I disappear again. And I don’t blame them, I feel the same. The drinking just takes off the edge and lightens the tense mood.
Reef looks to Orlando. “This is a bad idea, Romeo,” he warns, but even he has that damn playful gleam in his eyes.
“I’m sacrificing time with my girl to save the day, the least you can all do is play a game with me to pass the time tonight.”
“What’s the game?” I ask, playing along. If we sit here with this tension much longer, I’m going to go crazy. Or drink myself into a stupor and pass out.
He grins at all of us. “That’s the beauty, we make them up ourselves. You all give me a rule for a number that can berolled. And if it lands on that number, we do whatever the corresponding rule is.”
“I know this game. Let’s play,” Orlando agrees, but the way he looks at his brother is as if he’s agreeing to more than a silly dice game. This is some damn competition between them that could end badly.
Romeo grins back at him with the same damn look, the two of them never looking more alike. “I’ll go first. Roll a one and choose someone to remove an item of clothing.”
“I’m going to be naked after the first round,” I complain, already seeing my future.
Reef chuckles. “Sounds like a game we all win.”
“Not me.” I slap his leg jokingly.
“What’s your rule, Sloane?” Romeo asks, curiosity in his eyes.
I think on it for a beat, knowing I need to play this smart or I’m going to be in big trouble with all the sexual tension in the air. “Role a two and answer a truth.”
“Predictable.” Romeo snickers.
“Helpful,” I snip back at him. I could have said the same about his rule, knowing all he wants to do is get me naked. I still have questions I want all of them to answer, so what better way than to make it a game.
“I’ll go three,” Reef says. “Pick someone to control your every move. You do whatever they say until your next turn, so pick carefully.”
I laugh, imagining how that’s going to go down. “Orlando?” I raise a brow, wondering what on earth he will come up with.
“Let’s go with a dare of the dealer’s choice.” A mischievous grin spreads across his face. He likes games just as much as his brother. “What’s it going to be, bodyguard?” He throws it to Onyx, the only one who doesn’t have a rule yet.
Onyx pulls a silk tie from his pocket and places it on the table, like he came prepared. I eye him suspiciously. Did they plan thisshit on their way over here or something? Romeo with the dice and him a silk tie. “Roll a five and you get the blindfold. You’ll have to rely on the rest of us to direct you until the next person rolls a five.” His eyes meet mine as he says the last part, and I know this is his way of saying he watched Orlando fuck me with the blindfold on. Damn!
“Six will be everyone takes a shot, just to keep things interesting,” Romeo says, handing me a die. “Why don’t you go first, doll face.”
