“But tell us about one who took care of your needs.”
It was the way he said it that got my guard up.I don’tneedanyone to take care of me, I thought. “I do just fine at taking care of myself,” I said and knew that it sounded as stubborn to them as it did to me.
None of the men were happy with that response. “How often do you take care of yourself, Adrianne? Seriously? Or do you just forget about it until you practically snap?”
Well... shit. I hadn’t thought about it that way.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d touched myself. When things got busy, masturbation was usually pushed to the back-burner. “It’s not a big deal, anyway,” I said, mostly to myself.
“Trust me, Princess,” Callan said, “it’s a big deal.”
“Why?” This time, I wasn’t being petulant. I was genuinely curious.
Until it was something that couldn’t be avoided, I generally didn’t think about sex or orgasms. Until meeting the men seated around me, that was. “Just because you all can’t imagine a day without—”
“We’ve gone plenty of days without,” Ethan cut me off sharply. “Trust me.”
I bit my lip. “I didn’t mean to imply anything,” I said, but that wasn’t necessarily the truth because Ihadmeant to imply that they just couldn’t control themselves like I could. “I’m sorry,” I breathed out. “I’m embarrassed, and it’s making me petty.”
“Why are you embarrassed?” Callan asked.
“Besides the fact that you just got me off in front of two other men?” I asked and tried to shrug him off, but Callan wouldn’t allow it. “I’m not used to being so attracted to someone... let alone several someones... so quickly.”
“You said that before,” Foster pointed out. I was almost startled at the sound of his voice. He hadn’t said anything since he’d demanded that Callan wring as many orgasms from me as possible. “Are you worried about your image?”
Bingo, I thought miserably. “In general, I’ve been good about staying out of the public eye,” I said. “I don’t want to invite any scrutiny of my private life.”
“We wouldn’t want that either,” Ethan said. “We wouldn’t want to play any part in hurting your career.”
His words helped to ease some of the tension in my chest, but before we could discuss it further, we were pulling up to my neighborhood.
Foster didn’t have any trouble getting through the security gate.
7
FOSTER
Ethan ordered Callan out of the car the moment I parked outside Adrianne’s house. I didn’t have to be looking at Cal to know that he wanted to argue, but surprisingly, he got out of the car after pressing a kiss to the crown of Adrianne’s head.
I watched them walk up the walkway to the front door. He and Callan had seen that the window was replaced while Adrianne was on set today. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to just sitting around waiting for you guys to make sure my house is safe.”
I could see Adrianne in the rearview mirror. She was disheveled and prissy all at once. Her hands ran through her tangled dark locks, trying to arrange it into something more presentable.
“Do you want to see all the places where your security falls apart?”
It was a stupid question, but Adrianne stopped her fidgeting and looked at me. Her honey eyes found me in the rearview mirror. “You’ll show me?”
I nodded. “You need to know, right?” She beamed at me, and it was like the sun shining down on me. I climbed out of the car and went to open her door. When I held out my hand to help her out, a complicated look flashed over her face. “It’s just a hand down, Adrianne,” I reminded her.
She took a breath and took my hand. “Thank you,” she mumbled as I helped her down.
“It’s not a problem.” We stared down the driveway toward the perimeter fence. “Why don't you like being helped?” I asked.
“Why don't you talk more?” she shot back at me.
Touché. “I talk plenty when I'm comfortable.”
That seemed to cheer her. “Does that mean you're comfortable with me?”