The information sent a pang of regret into my soul, and I stared at him. “Really?” I murmured, and he nodded, his eyes reflecting the same regret I was feeling.
I cleared my throat and nodded. “Well,” I said brightly. “Let’s make the most of it then.”
Like dogs smelling steak, they all turned to look at me with interest, but I held up my hand, laughing. “First fuel, then fun, okay?”
I concocted a feast for them, a huge buffet of eggs, toast, bacon, hash browns, and sausage.
Dan had taken pity on me and grabbed a robe before the grease splattered all over me, but until then, I’d rather relished being naked as I walked around the cabin, unabashed.
They inhaled their breakfast with gusto, but I found myself unable to eat as I considered what would happen next. I played a childish “what-if” game. What if the storm never ended? What if I gave up my job at Mirror, Mirror and stayed on with them? What if…
Of course, the end was always the same. I had a life waiting for me outside the walls of this cabin, a mother, a best friend, a job I loved, even if I loathed my boss.
“Babe, are you okay?” Stevie asked, and I realized I’d been lost in a reverie.
I flashed him a quick smile and nodded quickly. “Of course,” I replied, but I knew then what I had to do. “Will you help me clear off the table?”
All the men rose to do their part, turning to put the dishes in the sink, but I fell back as they chattered amongst themselves. No one seemed to notice that I had hung back until Jim turned and choked on his words in mid-sentence.
I had lost my robe and sat on the newly cleared table on all fours, a coy smile on my face.
That was right. I wanted to taste all of them. Seven guys, all for me. Seven big cocks, all at once.
“Come here,” I murmured when they seemed frozen in shock. “I’m not going to bite you unless you bite me first.”
In a rush of skin, my harem of seven moved toward me, their eyes lit with fire, their hands on me, their fingers in my mouths, their lips on my skin. Yet I knew inherently that it was Bash who sucked on my left nipple while Stevie licked my right, even as Dan’s mouth crashed to mine, blocking me from doing anything but feeling. His strong lips, the satisfying touch of his tongue against mine.
Hot kisses, lapping tongues, and fingers reached every part of me. If there had been any part of me unexplored, there was no way in hell I could say the same now.
I couldn’t say whose idea it was to get the blindfold, but from that moment on, it was all guesswork as hot honey was poured on my crotch, and two or three tongues explored me at once.
I was filled from all angles, my moans becoming hoarse as the hours ticked by, but there was no shortage of orgasms from any of us, our sweat and fluids mixing together in hot, endless streams.
My skin was on fire, my clit raw, but I couldn’t get enough of my seven. I wanted them all at once, all together. I wanted them always.
But I knew it was impossible and all I could do for the time was let them possess me so that when we were finally parted, they might remember me because I was sure to remember them, always and forever.
17
Graham
I couldn’t move, but that didn’t stop me from watching the sexy display that was Sasha being serviced by Harry, her body writhing weakly as if she’d been drained of every last ounce of energy she had. I couldn’t believe they were still going at it, but Harry was hanging on by a thread.
Fuck, she was perfect—flawless, smooth, and curvy in all the right places.
As I got lost in my own thoughts, I moved my head up suddenly, my ears picking up on something in the distance.
“Hey!” I cried out, and seven sets of eyes stared hazily at me, each in different stages of exhaustion.
“Do you hear—” I didn’t get a chance to finish my question when a loud pounding on the door caused us all to jump up.
“Who the hell is that?” I choked, scrambling with the others to find our clothes. It was impossible to distinguish one person’s pants from another, but the knocking on the door continued.
“Hello? Is anyone in there?” someone yelled.
“Oh fuck!” Sasha gasped, leaping to her feet in utter shock. I could read the terror in her face.
“Who is it?” Dan demanded. None of us was tired anymore.
“It’s my team,” she breathed, and somehow, we all managed to get some semblance of clothing on before I marched to the front door and peered out into the snow. To my shock, the storm had stopped.