Was he mad at me?
“Do you have a need to call someone daddy, mo chroí?” He trails his hand over my arm, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his warm touch.
Holy hell. It’s as though he’s stroked my most intimate of places, but I shove that sudden urge to fall into this man’s arms and I purse my lips instead. “I don’t know. Are you three offering for the position?”
Okay, so that wasn’t what I had planned on saying. I had wanted to say no and leave it at that. But my brain seems to have stepped out for a smoke and some coffee at the moment. Neither of which I happen to enjoy. Either way, this conversation just turned from ‘you fucking kidnapped me’ to ‘I’m going to let you go down on me anytime anywhere.’
Three gorgeous faces turn dangerously dark and the growls I hear might as well be our mating call, because a hot flash runs through me, and I’m a step into them before I know what I’m doing.
I let the delightful sounds settle over me like a warm blanket. I wonder what my mobsters would sound like in bed whispering dirty promises in my ear all the while telling me to swallow every last drop of their cum as they pump their hard length past my lips one at a time.
I’m no virgin, but I can’t fall back on a wealth of experience either. In their bed, I know each of them could teach me all the ways to pleasure three men and things about my own body I probably don’t know.
I swallow thickly at the thought. Shit. How was I not supposed to react to that?
The mobsters look stunned for all of a second before all three lean in and instinct has my hands flat over taut chests. I can feel the beady hardness of nipples beneath my palms. God help me, I want to rip shirts off and flick my tongue over them. Repeatedly.
“What makes you think I’ll honor this?” I shake the small stack of papers at each of them to help ground my raging lust. “Is this why you keep calling me yours because some paper between two mobsters says I belong to you?” My anger pumps higher and higher.
“And wipe those smirks off your faces.”
The men grin at each other and the raw energy that flows between them is palpable.
Drake reaches out and pushes Grey’s shoulder. “Damn it, man, stop riling her up already.”
Grey plucks the papers from my hands and rips it down the middle. I watch him cross the spacious living space filled with luxurious furniture I usually only see in magazines and toss them into a trash can. “It took us a long time to realize we would never be able to hold you here against your will, Katriona. Believe me. A lot of whiskey was consumed over ideas of tying you to our bed, but reality won out.”
Drake leans in and trails warm lips down the length of my neck. Lips pressed against my ear he whispers, “We want the real you.”
I reach behind me and slide my fingers through thick brown hair and hold him close a few beats of my heart longer just taking in his warmth. “I was alone for so long,” I begin but let my thoughts drop. I felt lost and thought I haven’t truly found myself, being here like this makes me feel they could be right. But I’m too scared to admit aloud how they make me feel.
Sylan isn’t having being the only one not touching me. He gathers me in his arms, pulls me in until my front melts into his. Only then does he visually relax. “We might own you on a piece of paper for what it’s worth, but you’ve owned our hearts since the first day you put on a Club Lex uniform.”
Grey rejoins us. “You choose. Stay with us, find out what having three men at your side is like.”
“Our leave. Go back to your life. We would never hold you here unwillingly, tempting as it is to tie you up and never let you go.” I’m in Drake’s arms now, the power of his words sinking deep inside my soul.
I have a choice to make it seems.
God, what have I been brought into? Three gorgeous men with rippling muscles my body can’t stop responding want me?
Sudden chills wash over me, and all three think it’s from the cold.
It’s not. I’m having a hard time controlling my body’s reaction to their nearness. Men like them provoke fear in others but in me, all I can feel is protected, of all things.
I hold back from smacking my own forehead to jolt me out of the fantasy world I’ve slipped into because…come on. Who in their right mind feels safe with men who live at the top of a criminal empire?
Apparently, the answer to that question is me.
Life is never that black or white, and it definitely isn’t straightforward, this I know. Or at least I thought I did. I’m no longer sure because in a simple line these three are the definition of what a girl like me should run from.
Despite the ruthless and most times brutal stories that feed the reputation preceding them, I find myself pulled closer the longer they touch me. But I guess picking the men you fall for or feel attracted to isn’t always in one’s control.
My heart is racing and I can’t catch my breath. “Where do we go from here? Do I need to sign a contract accepting or do you want a blood oath? What works as a can we try and see where this goes in your world?”
Before I get the rest of my run-on thoughts off my chest, Sylan’s lips are on mine and he’s devouring me, soul and all.
It’s tender and soft, unlike the man, and wholly electrifying. I follow his lead and lean into his hard, warm body. He tastes like a devilish combination of sin and whiskey. He parts my lips with a stroke of his tongue and I moan into his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.