“Good.”
“Aren’t you against one word answers?”
I play with my hair and say, “It’s been a boring week compared to our night.”
“It was a very good night.” He says softly. “Aren’t you taking care of yourself when I’m not there?”
“Is that your way of saying you don’t want to take care of me after last time?” I ask with a tease
“I’m tempted to drive there,” He growls. “And do it properly.”
“One day, you have to let me take care of you. You know that right?” I purr. “Give and take with me.”
“What if I just want to give?” He asks.
“Too bad.”
He lets out a soft groan and I close my eyes and smile. “Soon, Viking. I’m not patient.”
“I know,” He assures me. “Soon.”
Wednesday, I get a video from Hunter. He’s stroking his cock through his boxers, his hand spreading around his girth while all I can do is watch. It’s a tease, a wicked one that gets under my skin even when I want to hate the playboy.
HUNTER: You have to earn my cock, sweetheart. You know-how.
I send another photo, me sucking my fingers, my cheeks hollowed, eyes on the camera.
HUNTER: Close. Beg.
I grin.
VALERIE: You’ll be the one begging for my mouth around your cock and even one taste of my pussy.
HUNTER: We’ll see.
He sends another video, this one has sound, him moaning as he rubs himself through his boxers, rough and sure with each stroke. My mouth waters as I watch, totally entranced. His package is … holy hell.
I whimper and rub my throat, right where he gripped me, thinking about that hunger in his eyes, the way a part of me ached to obey, to give in, to finally have everything he’s offered. Then he grunts and lets out a panting laugh.
“It’s yours when you want it, Valerie. All you have to do is be my good girl.”
A shiver snakes down my spine as heat pools in my belly. Fuck, his sex voice is an instant aphrodisiac. I groan and slide my hand between my legs. I nearly lost my mind when these brothers were playing with me. I went completely insane with Lief. How the hell am I going to be able handle all of them, even if I have them one at a time?
Especially when I want them all at once.
HUNTER
When my little minx doesn’t answer, I call her. The phone picks up and I smile when I hear her breathy hello.
“You sound turned on, sweetheart,” I say while rolling my boxers down. “Are you going to do something about that?”
“Maybe.” I can hear the trembling in her voice.
“Maybe doesn’t sound very satisfying. What are you wearing?”
She swallows and I know that she’s fighting herself. I grin. “My boxers are around my knees and you know that was all I had on.”
“A t-shirt and leggings,” She grumbles. “If you think-”