How the heck hadn’t we realized what was going on with Stratton and his family? Why didn’t he tell us? Also, was I insane, or had he said he was crazy about me? I shook my head as a small smile curled on my lips.
Stratton was crazy about me.
A plan began to form in my head as I felt determination flow through me. He was scared about being good enough? About not wanting to put me in danger or something like that? Fine. I had no problem showing him that he had always been good enough for me. I didn’t care about money, and danger or not, I wanted him back in my life.
Even if I didn’t understand how that was going to work, considering the twins… well, yeah, everything with the twins.
Reality hit me, making me realize just how serious I was about my emotions regarding Stratton. This was so far past a crush that I didn’t even know what to do anymore.
I knew it sounded like a selfish desire, but I wanted each of them. Hell, even Dermot! I had a serious problem, because just the idea of having them and touching any one of them sent courses of heat rolling over my skin.
No. I was not going to get all hot and bothered for nothing.
That didn’t stop me from running my hands along my skin, my breasts tightening and nipples pebbling under the hot water as fantasies began to grow in my head. Always the same. Always so intoxicating and lust-inducing. It didn’t matter when—if I started imagining any one of them touching or kissing me, especially multiple of them at the same time, I became absolutely drenched.
My fingers slid down to between my thighs where I was already soaked and feeling needy. My clit pulsed as a tremor worked its way over me, making me lean against the shower wall.
Images of Stratton’s hands on me, massaging and teasing my skin, had me letting out a soft moan as I swirled my wet heat across my clit. Sinking a finger in, I imagined how fantastic it would feel, just for once, to have King’s lips on my neck, or Sterling standing behind me, rubbing against me with what I could tell was an absolute monster between his legs. My toes curled as I let out another soft moan, wanting Lincoln’s fingers where mine were, or maybe Dermot’s mouth. Holy hell.
A shock of lightning went over me as I felt my climax slowly build, my other hand not so gently teasing my breast as I imagined their voices against my ear, whispering things that would make me come on the spot. Honestly, I had tried watching porn before, but there wasn’t much that could get me off like thinking about them.
A frustrated whine broke from my throat as I continued to feel as though I was about to come but couldn’t, my eyes screwed shut with need and frustration.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, sinking another finger into myself as my fantasies felt like they took over completely, a pair of lips closing around my other nipple as I felt everything heighten.
My eyes flew open in realization.
“King,” I gasped, realizing that the man in question was kneeling in front of me, in the shower, caging me to the wall as his teeth tugged gently on my nipple, making everything inside of me tighten.Holy hell, I needed to come. My fingers paused, but when he pulled away, I nearly came from just the sight of the man on his knees, the look in his eyes nearly feral.
“Keep fucking touching yourself,” he demanded in a low, smooth tone. “I didn’t tell you to stop, princess.” I didn’t even have the words to start questioning when he had shown up or if this was some amazing fantasy.
“I— oh shit!” My head fell back as King’s thumb replaced my fingers, rolling over my clit in a pace that had my body tightening up. He leaned back up and roughly bit and teased my other breast, my pussy tightening around my fingers that were still buried inside of me.
“Move those fingers, Dahlia,” he demanded roughly. I moved instantly, giving into his dominance, my hands finding their way over his shoulders. I let out a cry of relief as he sunk a finger inside of me, my hips rocking against him as he let out a low growl-like sound from the back of his throat.
“I’m going to come,” I whispered, almost in shock because I had only ever climaxed by my own hand, and this man was absolutely playing me.
“Come on my fingers, princess,” he ordered sharply, his eyes eating up my every expression. When he added a second finger, my knees broke and back arched as a climax burned through me like a volcanic explosion. I gasped out his name as every inch of my body turned warm and hazy in relief.
Oh my god.
My eyes stayed closed, afraid to break the moment as Kingston’s completely soaked and clothed form crowded me to the shower wall, keeping me pinned and standing as I felt my head fall back. Finally, I looked up at him.
“Fuck, you are so goddamn exquisite.” He sounded almost angry.
Before I could find a response, his lips were on me. Hard. Demanding. My entire body gave into his control, his fingers wrapping around my neck in a firm grasp. I let out a soft, needy whimper as my fingers worked their way into his wet hair, realizing that our first real kiss had come after him seeing me naked and making me come, for the first time ever by someone else’s hands, at that. I didn’t fight him when his mouth demanded dominance and his tongue pressed against mine, exploring my mouth before he pulled back and nipped my bottom lip. Hard.
“Ow,” I whimpered, noticing my blood on his lips as he offered me a searing look.
“You don’t fucking touch yourself without one of us here,” he demanded, his hand possessively tightening on my throat. His words had me nodding weakly as I tried to process what the hell he was saying.
Us?
“I am so confused,” I mumbled.
The water shut off and I let out a small, confused noise as Kingston Ross, long-term best friend and crush, wrapped me in a towel and kissed my forehead. Like he hadn’t just gripped my throat and told me I wasn’t allowed to come on my own anymore.
I didn’t even bother voicing a complaint as he lifted me easily and carried me towards my bed. I stared at him through hooded eyes, a small yawn almost breaking through as he kicked off his dress pants, leaving him in boxers. Holy hell… he was so hard. And then he ditched his shirt. I scowled as he grabbed a pair of spare sweatpants I kept for the boys. I wore them, usually, but I essentially had a men’s wardrobe available just in case.