“And yes, maybe we got helped along by a computer. But so what? It chose you, Sammara! Out of anyone it could’ve picked in the whole world, it chose you. For me. For us.”
We were both smiling now, recognizing how silly it was. When I thought about it, it was no different than choosing a mate through a dating app or profile website. Selecting the traits you’re attracted to, the common interests — all the same stuff, really. Only in this case, I didn’t know I was being selected.
And of course, I didn’t realize it was for four men instead of one.
“Ryan was mad at me for something,” I said sullenly, “not that long ago. I didn’t like it. I hated it. Every minute of it…”
I took his hand and put it against my face. Kyle started caressing my cheek, the way he always did. With the gentle touch of someone so strong and powerful and breathtakingly handsome, he generally made my knees weak.
“I don’t want to be mad at you,” I said. “And I’m sorry that I was. I was a little shocked, that’s all. And even then, only temporarily.”
Kyle smiled down, his grey irises shining brightly. “I’m the one who’s sorry,” he said. “Sorry that I hurt you, even for a moment. Even for a day, or an hour, or a minute. Because I never, ever want that to happen again.”
My heart fluttered as he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. I went to kiss him but he stopped me, nibbling on my lip. Making sure I was looking directly into his eyes, so I understood everything completely.
“I’d like to make it up to you,” he said, with an edge of mystery to his voice.
I smirked. “Oh yeah?”
I felt him suddenly take control. His body advanced gracefully, pushing me off balance, shoving me backward until I was resting against the bark of some soft, ancient pine. With nowhere to go I was trapped against him. Trapped against his rigid, sculpted body. I could feel his chest on my chest. His groin, his legs, molding themselves against me, pressing me into the tree.
“Yeah,” he growled sexily. “I’m going to make it up to you.”
His hands slid downward, past my waist, along my thighs.
“Right…”
They slipped beneath my skirt, lifting it up as he sank to his knees, staring up at me.
“…fucking…”
My panties came down, and I felt a rush of air against my legs. I gasped in a shiver of pleasure as his mouth closed over me.
“… now.”
Fifty-Eight
SAMMARA
The walk back to the house seemed to take a lot longer. It could’ve been that Kyle and I were just taking our time. Smiling, laughing, enjoying the forest while holding hands.
Or maybe my legs were still trembling from the monstrous orgasm he’d just given me.
Either way, I was happy. Happy to have him home. Happy to have all my boys home, especially at once, for the very first time.
And will you be able to take care of them all, Sammara?
It wasn’t the first time I’d asked myself this question. But now they were actually home. Now it was real. Now I was one person responsible for the emotional and physical needs of four, and that was a little daunting.
You knew this going in.
That was true. I couldn’t argue.
And you wanted it anyway.
I did. Oh yes, I did. I admitted it to myself now, fully and completely. No misgivings. No apologies.
I sighed contentedly and squeezed Kyle’s hand. I loved that it all started with him. I loved that it had continued with Dakota, so big and sweet and thoughtful, like an enormous teddy bear… although one that could break your neck.