Snow and the Seven Men

“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 office, 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 it 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 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 defensive mechanism keeping him from letting me in but it was hard to deflect the blows when everyone else was welcoming me in.

“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—”

“Are you going to be hanging out in here? I was going to have a nap but if you’re gonna be here…”

My jaw locked and I snatched the robe on around my body.

I couldn’t force him to want me. Maybe he just wasn’t interested. I couldn’t be everyone’s type, could I?

But according to Bash I am exactly Graham’s type. Maybe Bash just said that to make me feel better.

My ego wasn’t hurt, not really. It was more about uniting the men than it was me at that point. I had six men who wanted me, who doted on me and who attended to my every whim. Having Graham in the fold would only enhance my pleasure but if he didn’t join us, it was to his detriment not mine.