“Fuck,” Hawk hissed.

  “She’s wet,” Garrison noted, his attention still on the screen.

  He might’ve given the illusion he wasn’t paying any attention, but I knew better.

  Unlike Garrison, Hawk’s gaze remained on me as he licked his lips. The action made my clit pulse. I loved the way Hawk looked at me. He never bothered hiding how he felt. It was permanently etched in his expressions.

  “I think he wants a taste,” Garrison commented.

  A second later, the chair began to move, the back reclining. Garrison held firm to my right leg, which was resting against his torso, so when the chair went back further, my legs were spread wider.

  “What’re you waitin’ for?” Garrison asked Hawk. “Don’t you dare make her come.”

  Oh, boy.

  Garrison propped one hand behind his head, his focus still on the television as Hawk leaned over, kneeling on the other chair and draping himself over the connecting armrests. I smiled as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh. I brushed my hand over his buzzed hair as encouragement. One of my favorite things was the way his short hair brushed against my palm.

  “Oh,” I whimpered when his tongue glided along my slit.

  That was another favorite thing of mine—his tongue. The man had mad skills.

  Hawk teased me with gentle licks along my labia, my clit. He didn’t rush. Wasn’t trying to push me to the edge. It was exquisite to feel his mouth on me while Garrison held onto me. The first time I’d been with them like this had been in the hot tub. Creed had been there then, holding me in his lap while Hawk and Garrison ate my pussy until I came. I’d been on the fence about my feelings on the matter until yesterday. Now that I’d had another encounter involving more than one of them, it was safe to say I wanted to explore more. And while I wouldn’t trade those encounters for anything, this felt more intimate than that.

  As the minutes ticked by, I grew more impatient, desperate for one of them to finish me off. While I loved the way Hawk’s tongue felt, he was purposely keeping me on edge. I wanted to feel one of them inside me.

  I grunted to relay my need.

  Garrison’s head turned. He cast a sexy smirk in my direction. A sinful twist of his mouth told me he was in control and I would not be getting what I needed.

  “Creed’s got somethin’ in store for you later, darlin’.”

  I frowned. “How do you know?”

  “He told us.”

  Hawk chuckled softly, the vibrations between my legs making me whimper.

  “That’s not fair,” I said when Hawk lifted his head.

  “All’s fair in love and war, darlin’. You should get used to that.”

  I pouted.

  They pretended not to notice.

  2

  Creed

  “Where were you three hiding?” I asked Garrison when he strolled into the kitchen as I was pulling out pots and pans.

  “Watchin’ the race.”

  “Yeah? How’d Journey like that?”

  He chuckled. “Ask her yourself.”

  A second later, Journey walked into the kitchen, arms crossed over her chest, lips pursed. Her lower lip was puffed out in an adorable pout.

  “Your driver didn’t win?” I asked, pulling the pot filler out from the wall.

  She harrumphed.

  Hawk wasn’t too far behind her. He had a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk on his face. I looked away, not wanting to let my thoughts wander. I’d recently come to the decision that I would be moving on from Hawk. Last week, for about a minute, I’d briefly considered rekindling what we’d once had. I’d gone so far as to face fuck him to prove he still wanted me, but then the shit hit the fan, and we’d been dealing with a psychotic asshole who was terrorizing Journey.

  Everything went sideways after that, and I was forced to make some tough decisions. One of them was whether to leave things with Hawk in the past where they belonged or find a way to pursue him without rocking the boat. The former seemed like the easier solution. What I had with Journey was complicated enough. I was sharing her with Garrison, Hawk, and apparently, now Nick. Then there was whatever was transpiring between Garrison and Hawk. From where I stood, it looked serious between them, which didn’t help matters. I was already having difficulty coming to terms with my feelings for Journey. I wasn’t sure I had it in me to work Hawk into the mix.

  Leaving things in the past felt like the best option. My decision was driven partly by the fact Hawk no longer needed my attention since Garrison was playing that role for him. And while I pretended I didn’t give a shit, it bothered me. But I would get over it. I had to. I was in love with Journey, and she deserved every ounce of my attention, so that was where I intended to direct it.

  Journey’s heavy footfalls sounded as she stomped toward the island. She pulled out a bar stool.

  “Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “I want you on the island.”

  I turned off the water and moved the pot to the largest burner on the stove.

  “What?”

  “I know I didn’t stutter.” I turned and pointed at the island. “This is where you’ll sit.”

  “But I’m hungry,” she countered.

  “Then we’ll feed you.”

  Her eyes narrowed.

  I liked that she was feisty. My hellcat got a kick out of keeping me on my toes.

  “Fine,” she snapped. “But I’m—”

  “Strip,” I commanded.

  “What?”

  I couldn’t contain my smile. Her tone directly belied the flame that came to life in her beautiful eyes.

  “Don’t make me say it again.”

  Journey glanced between the three of us.

  “I’ll be glad to do it for you,” Garrison drawled. “But it’ll come with a spankin’.”

  I could’ve told her his brand of spanking was far different from mine. I punished to correct behavior and didn’t pull my punches. Garrison used it as a form of entertainment. While both generally caused a few tears to be shed, his usually resulted in orgasms. Mine did not.

  Her brow furrowed. “No, thank you.”

  “Good girl,” he crooned, gesturing for her to proceed.

  With her eyes moving over the three of us, Journey slowly stripped out of her clothes. I was impressed that she didn’t look around, didn’t attempt to see whether the movers were still there. They weren’t; otherwise, I would’ve allowed her to sit at the counter with her clothes on. I was all for putting her on display, but not when there were strangers in the house. I’d told her I would always take care of her when I dominated her, and I meant it. I was sure Garrison had told her the same thing. She was taking that to heart.

  Journey wasn’t wearing much, so it didn’t take her long. Once she was naked, Hawk helped her onto the island, lifting her and setting her bare ass on the granite. She hissed and muttered as she leaned back. Before she could turn to stretch out longways, I stopped her.

  “You don’t have to worry about anything but keeping perfectly still, kitten.”

  “What does—”

  Before she could get the question out, I positioned her so her heels were on the edge of the counter, her little toes curled under. I shifted her legs wide, putting her pussy on display.

  “Don’t move,” I commanded, then walked to the opposite side to position her arms so that they were spread wide.

  “Man, that’s pretty.”

  Journey’s head snapped over at the sound of Nick’s voice. His hair was wet, so I assumed he had showered. He smiled at her, then came to stand next to the island alongside Hawk.

  “She’s primed,” Garrison noted. “I let Hawk lick her pussy while we watched the race.”

  Let him. I took a deep breath, expelled it slowly. I didn’t have the right to be bothered that Garrison had taken on the role of Dominant where Hawk was concerned. I was the one who’d instigated their interactions, so it wasn’t fair for me to be bothered by it. I was, but I would eventually get over it.

  “But you didn’t let me come,” Journey grumped.

  Well, that explained her mood.

  “You’re gonna make me stay like this while you cook lunch?”

  “I’m not making lunch,” I told her. “I’m getting dinner started. Lunch is in the refrigerator.” I nodded in that direction. “Hawk.”

  “What are we having?” Nick asked as though he was used to having a naked woman spread out in the kitchen.

  “Sub sandwiches,” Hawk said with glee. “My favorite.”

  “You expect me to eat a sandwich like this?” Journey snorted.

  “We’ll feed you,” I assured her. “While we do, we’ll feast on you. And if you’re really good, we’ll even let you come.”

  Her eyebrows arched, and her expression shifted from frustration to pleasure. I had expected it would when she realized what my plan was. I’d noticed yesterday morning that Journey had been turned on by all the eyes on her when we came home to find her and Garrison on the sofa together. Journey had been sitting astride him, wearing only my shirt while he fingered her ass and pussy. With some instruction from Garrison, Nick and Hawk had briefly joined in the action, taking over the fingering part while Garrison sucked on her tits.

  Up to that point, our interactions with Journey had primarily been private, with the exception of a couple of encounters. To say I was surprised to see them was an understatement. Her reaction to our presence had given me an idea, and based on the way she was watching the four of us now, I wasn’t the only one who’d imagined sharing her like this.

  Whether this sort of intimacy would work was still to be seen, but since we were already sharing every part of her, I figured it was worth exploring.

  For a few minutes, we acted as though there wasn’t a sinfully delicious naked woman lying on the center island. Hawk passed out plates and poured drinks. Nick dished up sandwiches. Garrison grabbed chips from the pantry. I divided my attention between dinner preparations and observing Journey. Her nipples were hard little points, and the pulse in her neck was beating rapidly, but she didn’t move, and she didn’t ask what we were doing.

  I’d known from the beginning that Journey was a natural submissive. I’d had a few play sessions with her already, but this was new for me. Not the domination aspect but the casual encounters. I’d only ever played with submissives at the club because, before Journey, I didn’t date in the traditional sense. I found I enjoyed working our sessions into our daily routine rather than a club setting. Before her, my encounters with women—and a few men—had been based solely on physical gratification. I preferred it that way. Then she changed everything, and now I found I wanted to try new things with her. I wasn’t interested in doing things the way I’d done them before. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to take her to the club at all. That would be something I would leave up to her, if and when the time came.

  With a plate prepared, Hawk took a seat on one of the counter stools. I grinned when he hooked his arm through her right leg before gripping his sandwich with both hands. Garrison did the same thing on her other side. Their movements spread her legs wider and ensured she knew they were there. Nick didn’t engage directly, grabbing a sandwich and leaning against the counter at the end. I noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off her, though. I wasn’t sure whether his distance was due to his desire to keep his time with her separate or if he was still trying to see how he fit in.

  “When did Alisha deliver food?” Hawk asked, carrying on a casual conversation easily.

  “Friday afternoon.”

  “Who’s Alisha?” Journey asked, tilting her head back to look at me.

  Unable to resist, I leaned down and pressed my mouth to hers for an upside-down kiss. She smiled sweetly up at me when I stood tall. I mentally lassoed that fucking smile and pulled it close. Things were tense between us at the moment. She felt I was putting distance between us. In reality, I was trying to find a way not to let her slip through my fingers. My actions weren’t making things easier for her. Fixing it was my only focus at the moment.

  “The housekeeper,” Hawk answered around a mouthful of food. He chewed and swallowed before elaborating. “She stops by a few times a week, depending on what we need.”

  I nodded toward the electronic screen on the refrigerator. “We add things to the shopping list as we need them. If we don’t, she stops by to take an inventory, then does the shopping.”

  “Convenient,” Journey noted. “I was wondering how groceries seemed to magically appear.”

  “She handles everything,” Hawk noted. “Shopping, laundry, tidying up, restocking stuff in our rooms when we need it. Pretty much anything that the cleaning crew doesn’t do.”

  “By herself?”

  Garrison chuckled. “She has a few assistants. And we’re not her only clients.”

  “So housekeeper and cleaning service. Anyone else I might encounter while I’m here?”

  “Groundskeepers,” Garrison added. “And the pool guy.”

  “Does he take care of the hot tub on the roof?” she prompted.

  “He does,” I confirmed.

  “You won’t find them in the house,” Hawk clarified.

  “Does he parachute in?” she asked with a grin.

  “There are exterior stairs on the north side of the house.”

  Journey tilted her head. “Interesting.”

  What was interesting was that she was carrying on a conversation like four men weren’t drooling over her naked body.

  I worked on preparing the stew I was making for dinner while they ate. Garrison started feeding Journey; then Nick took over. I watched the four of them as I worked, noting the interaction. The way Nick catered to Journey’s every need. That was his thing, which was why I never understood how his ex-wife could’ve taken advantage of him. He had doted on Kim even when she didn’t deserve it. And from what I could tell, he was turning that attention to Journey. I was glad he was because she deserved the best of everything.

  Garrison and Hawk were taking turns teasing her. While it looked like Garrison was reminding Journey that he was there with his caresses, I got the feeling he was doing it to get Nick’s attention. Although Hawk had been upset when Nick admitted his feelings for Journey, Garrison had taken the news much better. It looked to me like he was trying to ensure Nick knew he wasn’t an outsider anymore.

  And me … well, I was enjoying the hell out of looking at her. If I had my way, I would’ve mounted her already and staked my claim. But I was being mindful of my actions. Since she was dating all four of us, her time was limited. And because I was a dominant bastard who didn’t like to share, it would’ve been easy for me to strong-arm the situation. After all, I had in the beginning. Now I was trying to be considerate. I would have her all to myself soon enough—albeit temporarily—and I wasn’t above taking advantage then. I was sure that would be the case for all of us because sharing her took some getting used to.

  Considering she was naked in the kitchen, I’d say we were getting creative in how we handled that.

  3

  Journey

  Pretending I wasn’t dangerously close to implosion was getting more difficult by the second.

  At first, I did it because these men of mine seemed to be expecting the opposite. Two months ago, I would’ve balked at the idea of being laid out like a buffet. I might’ve caved for one of them, but certainly not with all four in the room. Now, I liked the idea immensely.

  Yes, it was still a smidge awkward to be laid out naked on a counter while they ate lunch like it was a typical Sunday, but it was also ridiculously hot. More so because of all the eyes on me. I noticed more than once that Nick couldn’t look away. When he was feeding me, he maintained eye contact. When he wasn’t, his attention strayed to my body.

  But it wasn’t just that they were looking at me. It was the way their eyes smoldered and their approval caused their chins to tip upward and their throats to work as they swallowed. Their appreciation was evident, and that was what made the situation hot. I wasn’t merely a woman laid out for their viewing pleasure, I was their woman, and they wanted me like this.

  I wanted Nick to touch me, but only Garrison and Hawk were doing that. Yesterday, after Nick and Hawk had fingered me to orgasm while I straddled Garrison, Nick had left the room while Hawk had remained to watch what came next. I’d thought nothing of it at the time, but based on the way Nick was acting, he wasn’t exactly comfortable with this group exchange. He didn’t appear to be jealous, merely observant, but I had to wonder if it bothered him.

  I didn’t have time to ponder that because warm breath fanned my pussy, and I nearly launched myself off the counter. I peered down my body to see Hawk’s head between my legs. His thumbs caressed my labia as he leaned in and kissed my clit.

  “Oh, God.” My back arched from that delicately delivered kiss.

  For whatever reason, the sensation was magnified. I didn’t know if that was due to the audience or because Hawk had teased me to the point of discomfort earlier. I liked that all four of them were in here. Probably far more than I should have. The thought of having them all to myself as well as together was a thrill I didn’t expect.

  “Jacob … please.”

  I felt his smile against my pussy, and shivered when he licked me like an ice cream cone. Once, twice. Then a third, but no more. He stopped abruptly.

  I was about to give him a piece of my mind when he traded places with Garrison.

  “Oh…” I groaned long and low as Garrison suckled my clit and teased it with the tip of his tongue. He was gentle, almost worshipful, in how he caressed the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue and lips.

  He, too, stopped.

  Movement on my left had me looking over to see Nick backing away.

  “Please don’t go,” I said, holding out my hand to him.

  He met my gaze, and I could see his bewilderment. Did he want to be here? Did he want to bolt?

  There was only one way to find out.

  I wiggled my hand, urging him to take it. When he did, I tugged, pulling him closer.

  “I want your mouth on me,” I whispered when he was close enough. Considering his obvious discomfort, it was a selfish request, but I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to be here with me. I wanted him to feel like he was as much a part of this as the rest of us. I got the feeling he was still trying to maneuver the minefield as he tried to get his footing in this new relationship. As far as I was concerned, he wasn’t a new addition. Being with him was as comfortable as being with the others, and I saw no reason for us to go slow.

 

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