Matt and Quaid lifted up her camisole.
Matt ran the palm of his hand along her lower back to the clip and zipper of her skirt.
“You’re gorgeous, Sage, so beautiful,” he whispered and she felt him press a kiss to her shoulder. She shivered, looking at the three men in front of her. Her heart began to race and it pounded against her chest. Virgo pulled off his shirt and she gasped at all the muscles and tattoos. Then Dale did the same thing. It was torture not touching them but she was frozen in place. They were all so quiet as they stared at her body.
She went from fearing her past to wanting to look sexy and perfect in their eyes. It was instant, and as if her dream of one day being free from the pain of the past was reachable with Dale, Virgo, Quaid, and Matt. Was she putting too much faith in four men she hardly knew, or was her gut right? Were they trustworthy and meant to be hers?
The sound of her zipper going down filled the room. She could feel every sensation, including Matt’s knuckles as they brushed against her lower spine, while he undid the zipper. She held Virgo’s gaze as he licked his lips and let his eyes roam over her body. She wanted him to like what he saw, yet she wasn’t ready to allow them complete access to her body. It was mental chaos.
Her skirt dropped to the floor over her bare feet, and immediately Matt exhaled against her shoulder as his hand pressed over her ass.
They inhaled. All of them were looking her body over, and she felt both Quaid and Matt caressing her back and then her ass over the thong bikini panties she wore. Virgo fell to his knees in front of her.
“You’re gorgeous and sexy, Sage.” He leaned forward and kissed her belly.
She gasped, and felt her legs shaking. “I’m fine. I told you all, I’m fine.”
Quaid lowered down and checked over her hip. “It’s pretty badly bruised. Icing it might hurt a lot,” he said.
Virgo placed his hands on her thighs on either side of her. His hands were huge as they splayed across each thigh and then he squeezed. “This is unacceptable, baby. I don’t want any marks on you.” He leaned forward to kiss her belly again.
“Virgo, wait. Virgo.” She closed her eyes as she felt them all touching her, caressing her, surrounding her with a wall of protection from their sizes and touches alone.
She felt the sensation as Virgo trailed his tongue along her skin to her hip that was bruised. He kissed, licked, and pressed his lips gently against it.
She held on to his shoulder and closed her eyes, it felt so good, so sweet, just like Virgo.
Matt ran his hands under her hair and against her head. He gripped it, and she turned toward him, his lips inches from her own. He looked so in control and determined.
“This body is ours, just as our bodies are yours.” He covered her mouth and kissed her as they all began to press kisses to her skin. Dale stroked her breast through the material of her bra as Virgo kissed her belly and Quaid caressed her ass cheek. It was overwhelming as her body swayed, yet they held her up, kept in control, and guarded her.
When she felt Virgo’s mouth over her panties by her groin and then over her mound, she pulled her mouth from Matt’s. “Oh God, Virgo, don’t please.” She stopped him, gripping his head, and holding his gaze. Her legs were shaking so badly she thought she may fall.
“I want to taste you, make you relax and bring you pleasure,” he told her sweetly. She wanted that. Oh God, how she wanted that so badly.
She gripped his shoulder, her mind arguing over letting him, letting them touch her so intimately.
She felt that panicked feeling as the tears hit her eyes. “Damn it!” she yelled out. All touching and kissing stopped, and Virgo’s warm breath against her mound ceased.
She opened her eyes and she looked at each of them.
“Talk to us,” Quaid said.
She bit her bottom lip and felt on the verge of crying yet also confessing her fears.
Matt caressed her back then whispered into her ear.
“It feels good, because we care about you and this is meant to be. Tell us your fears and we’ll help you through them.” She turned to him, she knew her eyes showed her anxiety and reservations.
“Will you? Could you understand or are you so experienced with sex that you would do or say anything to break down my defenses? Isn’t this what men do? Manipulate a woman’s body to want things and desire things?”
Matt shook his head. “This is different.”
She snorted in disbelief, mocking him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed against her as he used his free hand to cup her cheek and jaw.
“This is not typical or just a fling. We watched you from afar. We’ve wanted you to be part of us and us part of you. You feel it, Sage, you’re just scared. Maybe you had bad experiences with sex?” Matt asked.