“Call Ty. Have him get Aiden. They can meet us in the bedroom.”
Ourbedroom. We’ve all moved into it, and even though Aiden occasionally complains about his loss of privacy, he secretly loves the mess that we brought along with us.
Jack’s eyebrows climb up, but he does as I asked. I lead the way to the bedroom and shut the door behind us. There’s little chance a villager will enter the Lodge today—the party was on the verge of breaking up for the evening, and everyone will soon return to their homes. But I don’t want anyone to accidentally get a glimpse of more than they bargained for.
Opening the flaps of the cardboard box, I take out the first parcel. “Here, help me light these.”
Jack accepts a handful of tall white candles that I ordered from a witchy shop I found online. Delicately scented with rose and jasmine to encourage love, they’re the perfect backdrop for the scene I have in mind. We place them on the windowsill, on top of the dresser, and on the nightstands beside the extra-wide bed we got several weeks ago. Dozens of candles set on vintage plates create a shimmering glow. We turn off the bedside lamps, and the room turns magical, enveloped in a cocoon of warm light.
“Wow,” Jack murmurs. “Great idea.”
I squeeze his hand to give him my thanks when the door opens. The draft extinguishes several candles, but the effect isn’t diminished. Aiden and Ty stand on the threshold, still in their winter gear, staring at me.
“Come in,” I invite them, kissing first one, then the other. “Take off those jackets.”
They do as I asked, and Ty looks over at Jack. “What’s this about?”
Jack shrugs. “No clue yet, but I’m okay with whatever it is.”
Aiden reaches for me. “If I’m reading the mood right, you’re wearing too many clothes.”
I bat his hands away. “You don’t get to do that today.”
He stops, blinking. Then his blue gaze turns molten hot, his mouth parting as he fits the pieces together. “I get to watch, then.”
I grin, and desire thrums through my veins. “You should all sit on the bed.”
Aiden obeys instantly, settling himself against the headboard. Ty sits at the edge of the bed, and after a moment of hesitation, Jack joins him there.
They all stare at me, and a tremor of uncertainty at this idea passes through me—is it too much?
“Go on,” Aiden says softly, his voice barely more than a murmur. “Whatever you have in mind, we’ll love it.”
The pure want in his gaze is mirrored in Jack’s and Ty’s expressions. This gives me the courage to take the hem of my sweater and draw it over my head and off. I toss it to the side, then repeat the movement with my thermal t-shirt. Now my arms are bare, even though I’m still wearing a camisole, and the heat of the candles doesn’t seem enough to warm me. Goosebumps rush over my skin.
I’ve never done a strip tease, and I’m suddenly struck with the realization that this would have been a much shorter process if we were in California. I giggle at the thought, and it’s exactly what I need to relax into what I’m doing.
These guys aremine. They want me just as much as I want them, and I’d trust them with my life.
Cocking a hip out, I put my hands on the fly of my pants and pause. Jack gives a low moan, his tall body taut with tension. His gaze is riveted on my fingers, so I slowly pop the button and draw down the zipper. Then I turn my back on the bed, hook my thumbs in the waistband, and draw the material down.
“Fuuuuck.”
Ty’s drawn-out curse has my heart beating faster. I bend over deliberately, letting them enjoy the other purchase I made: a set of lacy lingerie, completely impractical but so fucking sexy, I trembled with anticipation when I put it on earlier tonight.
I kick off the trousers until I’m standing there in my black thong and lacy thigh-high stockings. The only thing left to remove is my camisole, so I face the men again as I slowly, slowly lift it off my body and over my head.
Then I put a hand to my hip, trying to stop the excited tremble that threatens to expose how close to the edge I am.
But of course, they can scent every change in my body.
Jack grips his knees tightly, the tendons and veins in his forearms standing out. “Skye. This is…” He shakes his head.
Ty shifts in his seat and subtly readjusts himself. “Just…fuck. I’m never forgetting this moment.”
I glance at Aiden last, and his heated, serious stare nearly brings me to my knees. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
At that, I can’t hold still anymore. I rush forward, and Ty catches me, pulling me down to his lap. He kisses me like his life depends on it, a carnal, half-desperate kiss that leaves me a panting mess.
