If she only knew half of what I did my friend would lose her head and then open a bottle of wine in my name.
I pinch my mouth to keep from smiling. It’s hard. I can feel all three men staring at me and the heat from their gazes has me creaming my panties.
“I never thought you would become a freaking globetrotter.”
“Hardly. Trust me, when I can share the details I will, okay?” I can feel the heat travel up my cheeks every second I spend talking with my friend.
I gasp as six hands rove over my body. Tugging, pulling. Two perfect pairs of lips kiss up the exposed sides of my neck. Warren drops to his knees, lifts the hem of my sweater and picks the spot just below my navel to torture me with languid, mind-blowing strokes of his tongue.
I shiver in eagerness and I don’t for a minute think they don’t know what they are doing.
“I’m just kidding, babe. When will you be back? You should know, people are starting to ask about you.”
I clutch the back of Warren’s head when he pops the button to my jeans. “You, uh...you can tell Sean I’m not interested for the last time.” Focusing is becoming harder by the minute.
“No, sweetie… I mean people.” Brooklyn’s voice pitches high while my stomach dips to hit the floor. She is the only person I’ve ever entrusted with my secret.
“I never thought he would realize I was gone, much less ask around for me.”
All lips and hands stop. Crap.
“Well he does, annnnnd he did, sweetie. I’m sorry. I hate being the one to rain on your adventure.”
I nervously chuckle now that the men are back on their feet and I have six-hundred pounds of male all focused on me.
Around us the temperature in the elevator turns arctic. I glance at the floor number as they slowly tick by. How long does this thing take anyway? I don’t fail to notice how their gazes turn darker.
“He?” Warren asks, when I don’t make eye contact.
“Who did you think wouldn’t miss you?”
Daemon comes to stand shoulder to shoulder with his buddy and I’m pushed back against Erik’s chest. Two things stand out. His hard cock pressing into my ass and he’s breathing heavier than usual.
Damn.
Before I can end the call, Brooklyn is already jumping in. “Is that—”
“Talk soon, love you!”
This time I make damn sure I hit the end button before shoving the contraption back in my coat pocket.
Oh boy.
All three loom over me. I feel the heat of their gazes touching every inch of my face like they think I’ll give up answers from the mere power of their matching scowls.
I’m locked against a wall of muscle with no way out.
Trapped.
Goose bumps rush over my arms. It’s obvious my body is getting the wrong message from their nearness. It thinks we’re about to get kinky in the elevator.
“What aren’t you telling us, sweetheart?”
I hesitate to answer but then the elevator door dings. Saved! But I don’t get the reprieve I expect. Nope. Daemon has me in his arms and he quickly follows his friends inside a beautiful hotel suite I really don’t get to appreciate beyond a quick glance around my captor’s bulging muscles.
“Right here, men. Our girl is about to give us some answers. Bend her over the couch, yank those jeans down and show me her ass.”
Warren. I roll my eyes to myself. Always so damn controlling.