They worried about her. About other men wanting her, hitting on her, and not being able to protect her from afar. It didn’t matter that Dmitri, Silas, and their friends had taken over for them. They were still lost without her.
The dogs growled low and then Charles wagged his tail profusely. Ford smiled and gave the command for the dogs to be quiet as he stood up and headed to the door.
Opening it, he saw India. Dressed in one of her sexy business outfits, a tight black skirt, a silk blouse that showed off a little too much cleavage for his liking, and high heel boots that accentuated her sexy figure. She looked sensational as she put her bag, her purse, and the laptop carrier down as the dogs surrounded her with love.
“Hello, my sweet babies. I missed you so much. Did you miss me, too?” she asked them and they rubbed up against her, licked her, and let her rub each of them. Ford couldn’t stand to wait any longer. He gave the dogs the command to go to their place and they did.
India looked up at Ford and smiled.
He took her hand and pulled her into his arms.
“I missed you, too.” He leaned down and kissed her, pouring his emotions into that kiss as he pressed her up against the wall.
She hugged him as their lips parted and he inhaled her scent, her perfume, and everything that made India so special to him and his team.
* * * *
India let Ford bring her to the bedroom. She wasn’t surprised to see Grey on one side of the king-size bed and Fisher on the other side. In one of the two small couches lay Flynn and Fenton.
Ford reached for her hips and pulled her closer.
“I thought I told you I didn’t like this blouse,” he reprimanded her. She knew he thought it was too sexy, but that was because he was so protective. The designer blouse looked stunning with the skirt she wore and the high heel, designer dress boots.
“It looks the best with this skirt. Besides, Ford, now you get to take it off of me.” She ran her hands up his chest and over his shoulders. He was still looking at her with a stern expression. She knew this was rough on him, on all of them. But if things worked out as she planned they would, her men would be getting exactly what they wanted. She would be living here full-time, and even working from the office downstairs.
Ford began to unbutton her blouse. His expression was hard to read, and he seemed so intense at the moment. She felt the second set of hands on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and held her breath.
Fenton.
His lips pressed against her neck and shoulder as Ford discarded the blouse.
“You’re late,” Fenton whispered and her arousal kicked up another notch.
Fenton manipulated the clasp to her bra and it fell from her breasts.
She let her arms fall to her sides and the bra fell to the floor. Ford cupped her breasts.
“I missed these, too,” he said and she heard the snickers from behind her. Flynn, Grey, and Fisher joined them as Fenton unzipped her skirt.
It was pure torture. Having their hands on her, removing her clothing, cupping her breasts, and kissing her skin.
Fenton pulled her back and onto the bed after he pushed her skirt and panties down.
“Arms above your head, baby. We’ve waited too long this time to have you back in bed.” Ford guided her down, massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples as her rear hit the comforter. She raised her arms up, her breasts lifted, and Flynn and Ford removed her designer boots. They both caressed her calves as Fenton leaned over and ravaged her mouth. She felt the lips, tongue, then teeth to one breast.
Fisher.
Then the pinch and tug to her nipple on her right breast.
Flynn.
Ford spread her thighs and stroked a finger into her pussy.
She moaned into Fenton’s mouth and she thrust her hips upward.
“I think you need us as much as we need you, darling,” Fenton told her after he released her lips.
In a flash, Ford lifted her up, turned her around, and placed her on top of Fenton. He was naked, ready to take her, and she was thrilled.