Snow and the Seven Men (Seven Ways to Sin 1)

“No marriage, no children,” I conceded, and she gaped at me.

She must think we’re crazy.

“So you see,” I concluded. “I broke the pact when I slept with you.”

Sasha’s mouth opened and closed as if she were wrestling with what to say about that. After a long moment, she finally spoke. “So what happens now?” she asked. “You get exiled or executed or…?” She was being facetious, but she wasn’t far off the mark.

“We’ll put it to a vote,” I explain. “When they decide I’ve screwed up, I’ll be sent off this job and suspended indefinitely.”

I looked around at my friends, and they all avoided my gaze. I knew exactly how this was going to play out. There was no real point in the vote.

“Should we even bother with the vote?” Graham asked, but before anyone could answer, Sasha spoke up.

“Wait!” she cried, and we looked at her. “What if I agree to be shared by you?”

“What?” everyone chorused.

I didn’t need to look at the men to know she’d said just the right thing. “I am willing to be with all of you,” Sasha continued, and my heart jumped into my throat. “If you’ll have me.” She smiled tentatively around the room, and there was a sea of nods, all except Graham, who shook his head.

“No!” he grumbled. “No way. She’s caused enough of a problem with us—”

“We’ll vote,” Harry interrupted. “All in favor of Sasha righting the pact.”

Six hands shot up, including mine.

“Opposed?”

Only Graham, of course.

“Majority rules, Graham,” I intoned, and he glowered at me.

“I’m not on board with this!” he snapped at me, avoiding Sasha’s imploring gaze. “This isn’t the end of it.” He stormed out of the den, leaving us alone with Sasha, who smiled warily at them.

“He’ll come around, right?” she asked plaintively, and I forced a grin.

“Sure,” I lied.

Sensibility wasn’t exactly Graham’s middle name, after all.

14

Sasha

Bash looked at me, the tips of his ears pink as he leaned in to kiss the bridge of my nose.

“Thank you for that,” he murmured, and I laughed.

“Why are you thanking me?” I asked, reaching up to cup his face. I drew him toward me for a deep, sweet kiss, and he blushed again.

“It takes a special woman to agree to this,” he muttered, and I could see even talking about it was embarrassing him.

“Trust me,” I purred. “This is my pleasure…” I trailed off and sat up, pulling the bedsheet around my naked body. I’d spent the last twenty-four hours in bed, each one of the drillers taking their time drilling me.

All except Graham.

“What’s wrong?” Bash asked, settling back on the pillows to look at me.

“Nothing,” I assured him, casting him a mischievous look. “How could anything be wrong after this past day?”

And I meant it.

I had realized, spending time with each one of these men, that I was bound to them by something I hadn’t known before. It wasn’t just the incredible, acrobatic sex I’d experienced at the hands of six skillful hotties. There was something deeper, some intangible, a connection to these men that I’d never known before. They’d let me in on their unbreakable bond, and now I was part of it.

If only I could get Graham to see it my way.

“You’re thinking about Graham, aren’t you?”

I eyed Bash through my peripheral vision. “Is it that obvious?” I asked.

“Nah. We’re all wondering what the hell is wrong with him,” Bash chuckled. “You’re completely his type, you know.”

I blinked at the revelation. “I am?”

Bash grinned. “He forgets to watch porn on private windows sometimes. His browsing history is fair game.”

I howled. “Anything I should be worried about?”

“Not in the least. He’s actually a normal guy except for the paranoia. I think…” Bash trailed off.

“What?”

“I think he’s the one who was most affected by Collette when she left. He’s once bitten, twice shy, you know?”

I understood what he was telling me, and I appreciated it.

“Now go get ‘em, tiger,” Bash said, flinging his legs over the side of the bed. He looked around and frowned as he slipped into his boxers.

“What?” I asked.

“I just never realized how small these beds were until now.”

We chuckled, and he left me alone in the dorm to get dressed. I was exhausted, my body aching, but I also felt invigorated.

I rose from the bed and leaned down to grab a robe I’d borrowed from Harry. When I turned, I gasped.

Graham was standing in the doorway, staring at me. I recovered from my surprise quickly.

“Graham,” I sighed. “I was just—”

“I don’t care what you were doing,” he grumbled, but his eyes told me otherwise. His eyes were raking over my naked form without a veil.

“Graham,” I said again, slowly moving toward him. “I know you think that—”

“You don’t know anything about me, Sasha, so don’t pretend you do.”

I bristled, knowing that it was his defense mechanism keeping him from letting me in, but it was hard to deflect the blows when everyone else was welcoming me. “Graham, the pact you guys made was for unity, for all of you to be on the same page,” I told him. “I don’t—”