I held onto Ian’s hands even harder. “Or what? I can’t pick one of you. I’m fucked up, or something, because I can’t do it. I don’t want to. Not for the wedding and not for… this.”
“So, you can’t pick one of us. Does that mean you’re picking none of us?” Adam moved to lean against the counter next to me, facing me, and watched my face twist as I shook my head. “Not one of us, but notnoneof us. That just leaves one option, little rabbit.”
Ian nipped my ear. “All of us.”
I gasped and looked down at where my hands were locked over Ian’s. “I’m not… I don’t… I would never ask any of you for that.”
Jayden came closer. “What you’re not saying is that you don’t want it.”
I shook my head hard and groaned. What was I doing? “I’m sorry. I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This is crazy. And unfair.”
Adam gripped my jaw in his big palm and held my stare. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Violet. Why don’t we finish the movie, and you can catch your breath? No one’s rushing you.”
Ian gently pulled away from me. “Adam’s right, baby. You’re strung more tightly than a guitar right now.”
Jayden winked at me. “I’ll keep my hands to myself this time.”
I pouted and covered my mouth with my hand. “I think I’ve lost my mind.”
Ian gently pushed me towards the living room. “No more than the rest of us.”
The three of them settled side by side on the couch, with Ian in the middle. When I glanced over at the lone chair, they each started to protest. It was Ian who got his point across best. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down on his lap. “No way are you sitting alone. This way, we can all keep you safe when you get scared.”
Sitting on his lap with my back to his chest, much the same way we had been in the kitchen, I blew out a slow breath and told myself to relax. Whatever happened, I needed to see where it went. No matter what.
Jayden started the movie and once again, the hard bass and panting filled the room. I closed my eyes and swore I was going to murder Jenny for messing with my head. Her talk about putting out for all three of them had really gotten stuck deep.
Ian shifted and widened his legs. The move stretched my thighs open and forced me to sit even more heavily on his lap. With my knees trapped on either side of his, I wiggled to get some of my weight off him, but I froze when I felt his erection digging into me. He calmly gripped my waist and lifted me higher, so his shaft was under me, pressing up against my core from an angle that made me sink my teeth into my lip.
“Comfortable?”
My voice was shrill when I answered. “Uh-huh.”
15.
***Violet***
Ian’shandsstayedonmy waist, holding me in place. A few minutes passed with me fighting to remain in control of my body. Then Ian pressed his lips to my ear and whispered to me. “Do you think you can be quiet, baby?”
I swallowed. There was no way Adam and Jayden wouldn’t see if he touched me. He knew it. I knew it. Whatever he did, it would be on full display. I knew it wouldn’t end there, either. I glanced over at Adam and saw him wink at me before turning back to the movie. Jayden nodded and did the same.Jesus. “Yes.”
He moved his hands from my waist, just enough to get them under my shirt. I held my breath as he slid them over my stomach. If he hated my new body, he didn’t show it. His fingers flexed over my soft parts, and I felt his hardness flex under me. My eyes widened as I stared at the TV without seeing a thing. He liked my stomach.
I knew he wasn’t hiding his movements, but he was more than obvious when he cupped both of my breasts and lifted them. He squeezed and pushed them together, taking his time. His fingers focused on my nipples, and I gasped at the sensation. One glance down showed me that his fingers were clearly visible pinching my nipples beneath my T-shirt.
“Did you say something?” Jayden’s eyes were on my face. I could feel them.
I shook my head and spoke in a husky voice. “No. Not me.”
Ian tugged at my nipples harder, forcing a whimper from me. It felt too good, and the situation was too crazy. I was struggling to keep my mouth closed.
Adam cleared his throat and shifted on the couch next to us. “Are you okay? Is the movie scaring you, little rabbit?”
Without hesitation, Ian pushed his big hand inside my leggings and cupped my sex. His other hand still held my breast, and his focus on my nipple intensified, like he knew I was close to crumbling.
“Yes!” I lowered my voice and tried again. “Yes, I’m okay. Yes.”
Ian shoved my panties to the side and stroked two thick fingers through my wetness. His responding growl made my hips buck, and I threw my hand out to grip whatever I could. Ian dipped the tips of his fingers into me and then circled them over my clit. “Put your feet on my knees, baby.”