Theirs to Keep

I thought they felt the same way, but I had to know. It needed to be said, it needed to be declared out loud.

I needed them all on the same page as me.

Twisting the spigot closed, I wrung the water from my hair and stepped from the shower stall. The mirror was a wall of steam. I swiped it clean with one hand and stared back at myself blankly.

Do you really want this?

Yes. Of course I did! In fact, I wanted it with all my heart.

Then take it.

A warmth washed over me, even after the hot shower. I dropped the towel and stared at the curves of my starkly naked body. It was a soft, womanly body. One the guys had held, had ravished, had made love to.

God…

It was a body I wanted nothing more than to give over to them, fully and completely. The men I loved.

“Damn right you love them,” I murmured, before spinning off to do exactly that.

Forty-Eight

RODERICK

We were in the center of the garden, standing around the newly-restored fountain when she arrived. The clink of our wine glasses being set down on the polished granite split the silence.

“Damn.”

Bryce said it like a swear word, drawing it out slowly. And that’s because Karissa looked utterly gorgeous.

“Got one of those for me, I hope?”

Camden handed her the fourth glass, already poured. He held it out a little clumsily, because like the rest of us our eyes were glued to her body.

“Thank you.”

She sauntered over in a flowing silk robe that glowed red in the moonlight. The shimmering material was split up the side to show off her long, beautiful legs.

“Are we toasting anything?” she asked.

There was a hint of black down there too, as she walked. A garter belt maybe, or some stockings. Or both.

“Should we toast today?” Bryce asked.

“Definitely,” Karissa replied. As she reached our little circle the sound of clacking drew my gaze downward. She was wearing high heeled pumps. Black ones. The sight was a little astonishing.

“What?” she laughed.

“I— I just…”

“You’ve never seen me in heels before?”

“No,” I replied with a wry grin. “It’s been all workboots and sneakers until now.”

“Other than the night we went dancing,” Camden amended. His own eyes were glued downward too.

“Yeah, well…” she raised her glass. “I picked these up during the week, hoping to dress up for the three of you. Or dress down, as the case may be.”

Karissa’s robe dropped open in front, and she made no move to cinch it. We saw the hint of black lace as her spectacular cl