It takes us ten more minutes to pack the last unopened champagne into the truck and say goodbye to Colin, the gallery owner. We have so much to discuss tomorrow, but for now, I want to focus on my men and whatever it is they have planned for me.
We pile into the truck, and I end up half on Tobias’s thigh and half on Danny’s. “It’s only a five-minute ride,” River reassures me, and with Tobias’s thick arm fixing me against his chest, I feel okay to drive this way. I feel even more okay when Danny secures a blindfold around my head, and Tobias’s cock hardens under my ass. Wherever we’re going, it better have a bed, and we all better be wearing fewer clothes.
When River parks up, I hear the doors open, and people leave the vehicle. Tobias shuffles over, scooping me up and carrying me from the car, and I hook my arm around his neck for stability. “Where the hell are you taking me?” I ask, my voice high with excitement.
“Don’t you think telling you, after all this, would kind of ruin the surprise?” Mark laughs. “River’s held out for this long. No point in prematurely ejaculating!”
“Speak for yourself,” River grumbles from somewhere distant. “That has never been my problem.”
“Touchy much?” Alden laughs, and I hear a slapping sound like he clapped his little brother on the back.
Tobias walks forward, carrying me as though I weigh nothing. The atmosphere around us changes as we enter a building. The sound of an elevator whirring echoes as a button is pressed to summon it. In the elevator, we ride for long enough that I’m certain we’ve traveled at least six floors. Tobias kisses the end of my nose, making me swoon at his sweetness.
“Nearly there,” Danny says, the excitement already bubbling in his voice.
“Look who’s ready to ejaculate now?” River says.
“No one’s ejaculating anywhere except inside me,” I chide.
“What about on you?” Danny asks, his voice switching into a sexy gravelly mode in a flash.
“In me, on me. Potatoes, Potatoes,” I say.
There’s a rumble of laughter, and then the swoosh of the elevator doors opening sends a hushed silence across the group.
The rattle of keys echoes, and a lock clicks open, then Tobias is striding forward and gradually lowering me until I’m on my feet. “Ready,” he murmurs, his fingers already reaching to unfasten the blindfold.
When I open my eyes, I’m momentarily blinded by the brightness of the artificial lighting, but through squinted lids, I take in a huge open space that looks like an old factory upgraded to a massive industrial loft space. There are exposed pipes and sanded hardwood floors, and windows that look out over the city. “What is this place?” I ask, glancing at each of my men in turn and taking in their grinning faces.
“Our new place,” River says, finally bursting. “It’s big enough for all of us, including studio space for you and Alden. Even though our parents have finally realized that this relationship isn’t worth losing us over, we need to get out of Dad’s house. I’m sick of feeling like a kid, and I hate that you have to keep bedhopping. This way, we can buy one of those ridiculous beds that can fit us all. I got the details from John, Maggie’s other twelfth.”
“One big bed,” I say, folding my lips and humming as though I need to think about the viability of the idea.
“I know we’re not exactly the smallest guys,” Tobias says. “Maybe it’ll be too much.”
Reaching out, I place my hand on his heart. “It’ll be perfect,” I say. “But is there a bed here now?”
“No bed,” Mark says, “but I brought a comforter.”
“He’s like a fucking boy scout,” Danny grumbles, but this grin is almost ear to ear.
“Then I say we need to christen our new home.”
If there is one thing about the Carlton men that I’m happy they took from their father, it’s that they don’t hesitate to take what they want. As long as that’s me, I couldn’t be happier.
Mark lays out the comforter, and I strip off my dress and kick off my shoes, leaving them to fly across the open space with abandon. Five sets of hungry eyes devour my almost-naked body in a way that I will never tire of.
“On your back, River,” I say, gently shoving at his massive bare chest. His pretty gray eyes dance with laughter as his hand fists his cock, once, twice, in heavy-handed strokes.
“Is this how you’re going to be now you’re the woman of the house?” he asks. “Because if it is, I like it.”
“Absolutely,” I say as I crawl over his big, muscular body, settling into his lap and rubbing my pussy teasingly over his cock. His hands go to my hips to make e contact firmer, but I grip his wrists and force them to the comforter. “Don’t be greedy,” I croon. “Everything in good time.”