“Yes.” Arousal still coursed through me, making it very hard to explain myself. But there was something I’d been wanting to do. Something I’d nearly done with Tonio, but something had held me back. Because it wasn’t something that should be done with just one of them. Not the first time, anyway. “I want you inside me.”
There was silence as they all looked at me. Then Tonio asked, “Who?”
“All of you.”
The air was electrified as they took in what I’d just said.
And then complete mortification hit. “I mean, not all of you at the same time! I just meant—I meant that—”
“Shh,” Austin soothed. “We know what you meant.” His voice was tender, and that fact broke through my embarrassment. Austin being tender? What was with him tonight? He deepened the mystery by running his fingers through my hair and kissing me lightly on the forehead.
“We want to be with you, too,” Denver said. “All of us do.” Next to him, Knox nodded.
“It’s your choice, querida,” Tonio whispered.
“No, please… I can’t make that choice.” Panic filled me again.
“It’s okay,” Knox said.
Denver nodded. “We’re not going to get offended. Just choose whoever you’d like.”
“No,” I said, still upset. This was wrong—all wrong. “You were the ones who convinced me that it was okay to like more than one man. That it was okay to like all of you. You said I didn’t have to choose just one of you, and now you’re asking me to do just that.”
Austin squeezed my hand. “Do you want us to choose for you?”
“It should be her choice,” Tonio said.
“She’s made her choice,” Austin responded. “And her choice is that she doesn’t want to be the one to choose. Isn’t that right, Emma?”
“Yes.” Relief filled me. There was no way I could choose between them like that—it wouldn’t be right.
“All right, we’ll decide among ourselves. Can you give us a moment?”
“Sure.” I was calmer now that I knew they understood. My guys all got up, but I stopped Austin before he could walk away. “Wait. Do you still have that blindfold?”
Austin frowned. “You want to be blindfolded?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to know, at least not in the beginning.” I couldn’t really explain it, but it all went back to hating the idea of picking one over the other.
“Are you sure, Emma?” It was Knox who spoke. As always, he was concerned about my well-being.
“Very sure.”
Austin slid the blindfold back over my eyes and tightened it. Then he kissed my temple and whispered in my ear. “Think about how good we’re going to make you feel tonight.”
Mm, that was a nice thought. And even nicer—Austin turned on some music before he retreated with the others. It was soft and sensual… I wasn’t sure what it was, but I focused and took deep, calming breaths… and waited.
I didn’t have to wait long. Footsteps entered the room, and my ears strained, trying to decipher what my eyes were unable to ascertain.
The bed dipped in multiple spots, and one man moved between my legs.
It was finally going to happen. For the first time in my life, I’d be filled by a man who cared about me. A man I cared about. A man who wanted to take care of me and make me happy. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know who it was. I knew without a doubt that all four of them had more genuine feelings for me than anyone else had in my entire life.
Large forms shifted closer on either side, and I reached out, encountering bare thighs. I groped blindly for their cocks, but the man on my right caught my hand, raised it to his lips, and kissed my palm. A moment later, the man on the left did the same. I knew they were being silent in order to respect my wish not to know who was between my legs. It made me grateful for the music—too much silence would’ve felt strange.
Yep, these were my guys all right. Always focusing on my pleasure before their own.
With synchronized movements, each man lowered my hand and pressed it to the mattress on either side of my pillow. Delicious shivers ran through me. Not only was I blindfolded, but I was being held down. It was hot and my hips shifted in anticipation.
I heard a soft chuckle, but I couldn’t tell who it was. Hands had found my nipples, probably the free hands of the men pinning down my wrists. Fingers trailed up my inner thigh, and I spread my legs more.
Then I heard a crinkly sound. It took me a moment to realize that it was a condom being torn open. They’d wanted me to hear it, to let me know that I was safe.
Strong hands grasped my legs and folded them up to my chest. I couldn’t tell which man was holding which part of me—it was all a delicious blur. With my knees up by my chest, my pelvis tilted upward.