Kandy
Aweek has gone by and not one of those bastards has laid a finger on me much less any other part of their anatomy. Six solo showers, six shared dinners, six restless, no sex movie nights and nothing beyond a freaking kiss or a caress at any other time.
And God forbid I ask why. All I get in return is a you need to heal. Give yourself time. You’d think I was on my deathbed.
What the hell does a girl have to do to get some? What’s the use of having three lovers if I can’t get at least one interested in bending me over in the shower? Taking me in the hot tub while it snows around us. Okay, I’ve probably thought about that one a little too long.
I’m achy, bored, and horny. They don’t know it yet, but they’ve done nothing but create a monster.
Wind howls outside and the lights flicker a second before settling. Only silver lining to this whole trip so far has been this beautiful luxury cabin. Two stories, a full library and a kick-ass balcony that extends off the second floor. And a generator if the power goes out. So I’m not worried about the snowpocalypse going down beyond the window. Actually, it’s kind of soothing knowing we’re secluded and protected by mother nature.
Part of me wants to never leave. But if these men think they can hide me forever…
I huff a sigh of frustration. One battle at a time. I kick the shampoo bottle to the side and step under the warm spray of water to rinse off. Snow pelts the windows and at any other time it would be simply stunning to watch the cold flakes drift over the vast landscape one little ice crystal at a time.
But right this very second, it’s like watching damn paint dry.
But that’s okay. I can play dirty too. I throw the shower door open and get to work drying off. A few minutes later, with dry hair and a clean nightie that barely covers my ass I form a plan. My bruises have faded to ugly yellow marks and my face is pretty much healed all except for a small patch beneath my eye. Not my sexiest moment, but it’s not my face I want them looking at anyway.
Perched at the top landing, I take a moment and map out my plan of attack. Brogan and Atlas are in the kitchen leaving Ryder all by himself in the living room. Bad move, boys. The open floorplan of the downstairs is a marvel to look at. They have no idea I’m stalking their asses. Six years ago, I ran off wounded and hurt. I didn’t fight for what I wanted. I’m a jaded woman now with a lot more grit in her spine. And I know how to work up an evil plan like nobody’s business.
Smelling irresistible and just about sweet enough to eat—thank you Brogan for the toiletry run—I pinch my nipples and get them teasing the delicate silk of my gown. Something sexy I found in Justice’s closet.
Second move complete. First being the shower.
“Enjoy your shower, butterfly?”
“Hmhmm.” I nod, not giving my handsome chefs a second look. That gets me some whispers and I fight back a smug smile when I turn away from them and forge a beeline toward the living room. With the ample open design Atlas and Brogan both get to watch my next moves while they cook. Poor men. They’ll have to pick—continuing to ignore me or join in on the fun I have planned.
Atlas eyes me from the kitchen where he’s cutting vegetables up for another stew of some sort, phone pressed between his shoulder and ear. Brogan is manning the stove, the pot of simmering broth smelling divine.
But I’m hungry for something else right now.
Hooded eyes track my movements, and I can feel heated gazes pin me between the shoulder blades. Then slide down to caress over my ass barely hidden beneath a small amount of silk.
Eat your heart out, my SEALs.
“Watching anything good?” I slide down next to Ryder and make sure he feels the tip of my eager nipples brush across his massive bicep. He’s reclined in the middle of the couch, feet up on a tufted footstool wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants. How? Tell me how am I expected to resist that?
“Not really, baby.” His gaze moves from the TV to flick over my smooth legs and climbs from there until a slow grin overtakes his lips.
Digging into my ample reserve of grit, I toss my newfound treasure on the couch cushion and bury my fingers into the ends of my gown. I move away and settle nearby and tug up the material little by little until I am completely bare. Lavender material puddles at my feet, and I’m left wearing nothing but my necklace and a shawl of determination.
Piercing gray eyes meet mine. There’s a mixture of hunger and resistance marring his handsome features.
Poor man. With a pinched look like he’s really gonna hate what I’m about to do.
“Maybe I can put on a show for you then?”
I take the brand-new vibrator I discovered upstairs complete with packaging and recline against a mass of throw pillows. I swear, it is like the Universe lined this moment up perfectly.
One by one, I place my feet flat against the couch and then I butterfly my legs. With me spread wide, those unwavering eyes finally dip to my center, and I see when the hunger outweighs all else.
I hear a battery of curses come from the kitchen.
“Kandy. What the fuck are you doing?”
Trailing fingers over my breasts and down my midriff sets off a gritty glitter of excitement in those eyes and I know Ryder is mine. Third phase is complete. Just a little more…
I pull on an encouraging smile and tip over the edge of my folds to dip a finger through my warm honey.
“Hi,” I moan with a sultry lilt.
“Since you guys seem to have turned celibate in the last few days, I’m taking matters into my own hands. Literally.”
I palm the vibrator and flick the little button on. A humming sound fills the dead silence everyone has fallen into.
“That so?” Ryder growls hungrily, peering up at my body with a devilish grin.
“It is.”
I slowly bring the vibrator to my mouth and lick the bulbous tip, before slipping it over one nipple, the other, and finally settling over the hard bead tucked between my pussy lips.
My mouth hinges open and I’m gasping at the sensations plaguing my overly sensitive bud. I’ve been left longing since our delicious night together. My body can’t take more than a couple of seconds at a time.
“Something wrong? Need a little help?”
“Nope.” I dig in my heels and reach for my breasts.
I draw my toy back and swirl the vibrating tip over my clit, working myself in slow circles.
“Let me call you back,” I hear Atlas say.
Atlas and Brogan prowl closer until I see them come into view over the ledge of the couch and they pin me with two sets of dark eyes. Their eyes are practically glowing with fiery lust. The force of those powerful looks sends sensations cascading over me. I shudder, loving the strength of my body heat melding with Ryder’s. He’s kneeling at my feet now. His length strains the confines of his sweats. It’s a beautiful sight to behold so I do the only natural thing a girl like me would do. I reach for it, pull the band down and slide my hand inside.
Sweet, merciful...
My heart still races as both Atlas and Brogan watch me pleasure myself and Ryder.
I wrap my fingers around Ryder’s massive girth and groan at the feel of his fiery-hot length in my hand. Stroking down and then back up I get a bead of pre-cum for my efforts.
“Careful, Kandy. You push us too far; we’ll give you exactly what you want.”
There’s a biting warning to his tone. Instead of giving me pause it feeds the fuel to go full throttle.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” In goes the vibrator. Not fully, just an inch but it’s all I need to have hot liquid coating my folds.
Strong fingers find my hair and pull my face around. I look up at Atlas and he’s so close to giving in. “It is when you’re hurt and confused.”
Between my legs, Ryder thumbs my clit while I tease my entrance.
“I don’t think we have a choice here, man.” Ryder’s voice is thick and lusty.