It felt right being held in his arms. It felt right when any of them held her or touched her. It also felt right when they all did collectively. She sucked back the last of her tears, wondering if they preferred to share their women separately or together. Either way was daunting, but their vague responses to this line of questioning earlier made her think they usually slept with their women one at a time.
“Did you draw the short straw?” she finally asked, tipping her head back.
His eyes widened in shock. “Why would you say that? I won the lottery.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on. Surely you were all looking at each other over my head doing a mental rock, paper, scissors to decide who had to deal with my tears.”
“Not even close, sweetheart. The other three are missing out, but they also know I’m the most sensitive.” He grinned. “Win.”
She chuckled, a lone sob escaping at the same time. And then a hiccup. “I promise I’m not always so emotional. I’m not much of a crier until recently. It’s been a stressful time.” She’d said all this, but repeated it again.
“I get it. We all do. And no one faults you for having emotions, sweetheart. We’re glad actually. We’d be concerned if you were rock solid.”
She smiled at him. “Sometimes I feel certain I’m dreaming all of this.”
“Me too.” He grinned. “We all feel a bit disconnected when we aren’t with you. My chest gets tight, and I start thinking you aren’t real.”
She flattened her hand on his chest. “I can feel your heartbeat, so I assume we’re both real.”
He flattened his much larger hand between her breasts and stared into her eyes. His touch was so intimate, his fingers close to her nipples. She shuddered, wishing he would slide his hand to one side or the other and cup her breast.
He didn’t though. Instead, he eased his hand down her body and around to her back.
“What’s the plan, Nile?” That question meant so many things.
“For you to get some sleep. Lots of sleep. Days of it if you need.”
“If you were out in the main room and I was behind a closed door with one of the others, what would you be doing right now?”
“Pacing,” he admitted. “Biting my nails.”
“I don’t like that any of you feels left out. I can’t relax knowing that.”
“We don’t want to overwhelm you, Layla.”
“It’s far more stressful knowing three men are unable to relax while I’m in here with you.”
“Do you want me to invite them in?”
“Is that okay?” she asked.
“Of course. It will always be okay. It will always be your call. We’ll follow your lead.”
He started to slide away from her, but she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back. “Kiss me first. Just you. Just the two of us.” She knew she was being wishy-washy, but she couldn’t help it. Her emotions were all over the place.
“Okay, sweetheart.” He cupped her face and hovered over her, his nose rubbing against hers, their breath mingling. Finally, he let his lips graze hers, so gently, barely touching her. Making her want more. Making her want everything.
She slid her hands up his back, feeling his strength, loving the way his hard body felt beneath her fingertips.
Nile took his time, cupping her cheek, nibbling against her lips. It was so sweet and kind. She knew it would always be like this with him. Easy. Slow. Gradual. He would make her burn for him with his patience and gentle manner.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lips trailing toward her neck and then to the other side.
Each of the men was different. They would love her in their own ways. Each would be special. Distinct. Equally important.
Could she do this though? Have sex with four men? The thought of switching from one man to the next every night felt off, like she’d have secrets.
On the other hand, the thought of all of them loving her at once made her panic a little. Four men all touching her at the same time, vying for her attention. How would they do it? All of them at once. It was hard to visualize, but she suspected they’d done it before.