Letting go. Right now. She heard a squirting noise and glanced over to find Caleb spreading lube on his shaft.
“Wolfe, lie down on your back. Vivi, straddle him and take him into your pussy.”
She moved into position, groaning as Wolfe slid deep inside her. So good.
“Now lean forward, and take Aleki’s cock into your mouth.” She bent over as Aleki knelt next to them, turning her head as she rested her hands on the mattress and taking him deep. Then she felt Caleb drawing the plug from her bottom.
Holy. Hell.
They were doing this. His dick nudged at the entrance to her asshole.
“Deep breath in,” Caleb ordered. “Then out. That’s it. Just relax. You can take me. Good girl. Fuck, feels so good.”
They were all still until Caleb was fully seated inside her. He groaned. “Damn, your ass is tight and hot. Fuck. Not going to last.” He then drew out as Wolfe slammed into her. Aleki took control of thrusting into her mouth. His hand wrapped into her hair to guide her. Just as well as she wasn’t capable of thinking.
Caleb wrapped an arm around her, his finger dancing over her clit. She rose higher and higher. She didn’t want to come yet. Not without them. But it was too much. She was on sensation overload. She screamed as she came, pulsating around Wolfe’s dick. Her ass clenching down on Caleb.
Aleki was the first to follow her over, groaning as he came in her mouth. She swallowed him down hastily, trying to remember to breathe. Then she collapsed between Wolfe and Caleb as they fucked her. Hard. Fast. She didn’t know who came first. She was floating.
Happy. Exhausted. Loved.
Home.
“Love you all,” she whispered.
“We know,” Wolfe replied.
42
Vivi stepped into the living room and waited for them to notice her.
Wolfe looked up immediately, his eyes widening behind his black-rimmed glasses. He stood. The others turned at his movement. Her jaw dropped as she took the three of them in. Wolfe wore a black shirt with the buttons done up to the top, a black waistcoat, and black pants. His hair was neatly combed.
Her gaze moved to Aleki. He was almost bulging out of his suit jacket. And he tugged at the top of the shirt as though uncomfortable. He wore a shiny blue shirt and a pin-striped navy suit. He ran his hazel-colored eyes over her then he winked with a grin.
Caleb wore a gray suit with a white shirt. His suit fit perfectly and was neatly pressed. His eyes narrowed as he took her in. “Couldn’t we have found her a dress that was less revealing?”
She glanced down at the red ball gown in confusion. How was this revealing? The dress was long with a full skirt. Thankfully, she didn’t need to wear heels with it. Not that her guys would have let her with her ankle still healing. It was a full skirt then form-fitting from the waist up. It just covered one shoulder, leaving the other shoulder and both arms bare. Sure, it was kind of low cut, and thanks to less stress and more eating, she now had some boobs to showcase.
“You all buy me those sexy bikinis that cover barely anything and you think this is revealing?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip. She frowned at Caleb.
“Yes, but those bikinis are for our eyes only,” Caleb replied. “This . . . you. . . they’ll . . .”
Wolfe watched her silently, his gaze intense.
Aleki sighed. “What Caleb is trying to say is that you look absolutely, fucking stunning.”
“Yeah, so stunning that everyone will be staring at her,” Caleb muttered. “We should have bought her something to wear that would blend in.”
“Our baby will never blend in,” Aleki replied. “She’d look stunning in a sack.”
“Think we’ve got one around here somewhere,” Wolfe said.
They all stared at him. Was that a joke? Or was he serious?
One never knew with Wolfe.
Aleki walked forward and kissed each cheek. “You’re beautiful. I’m honored to have you on my arm tonight.”
She flushed, smiling happily.
“Jesus, turn off that Samoan charm, man,” Caleb muttered. “Give the rest of us a chance.”
“I don’t even need to turn on the charm with how much of a dick you’re being.”
Caleb shook his head then nudged Aleki aside. He took her hands in his, running his gaze over her. Did he really not like what she was wearing?
Then he leaned in, his lips lightly brushing hers. “I am being a dick.”
She let out a startled giggle and he gave her a wry smile. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. Although I think I prefer you in those piggy pajamas.”
“Me too,” she said quietly.
He stepped aside for Wolfe. That intense gaze didn’t stop moving over her. Then he stared straight into her eyes. Her breath caught. “He just doesn’t want other men staring at what’s ours.”
Caleb winced. “It sounds worse when you say it out loud.”
“But I say let them look, princess. You belong to us.”
“I do,” she whispered.
He gave an arrogant nod.
“I’m not the only one people will be looking at. The three of you look so handsome.” And she didn’t want anyone staring at them. Okay, now she was starting to understand Caleb’s reaction.
Wolfe frowned. “We don’t want anyone but you.” He turned to Caleb and Aleki and pulled some pieces of red material from his pocket that perfectly matched her dress. She was still amazed they’d gotten this dress at such short notice.
She watched as they put the material into the pockets on their chest. Just a piece of it sat out. But it was enough to proclaim ownership.
Hers.
Caleb and Aleki both offered her an arm and she slipped her hands into the crook of their elbows. She glanced back at Wolfe to make sure he wasn’t feeling left out. He gave her a nod.
“I like to protect your backs.”
“I can’t believe the princes are putting this ball on for you guys and at such short notice.” They’d only announced that they were officially becoming a harem five days ago.
Aleki and Caleb laughed.
“What?” she asked, confused as they climbed into a waiting limo. Thank goodness it was a bit cooler here at night or they’d all be roasting in their clothes.
“The ball isn’t for us, baby girl,” Aleki explained with a gentle smile as he sat across from her. Wolfe sat next to her. “It’s for you.”
“F-for me?”
“Of course,” Caleb said. “So everyone can meet you. And we can all celebrate the formation of our harem.”
Ohh. So, no pressure or anything. “Is everyone going to be staring at me? Wanting to talk to me?”
She started to feel sick. She’d already felt nervous about all of this but now . . . she’d spent the last eight years having to perform in public. Wasn’t like this would be any different.
Except it was more important. She couldn’t let the guys down. She’d have to be careful not to spill anything or say something stupid.
No eating or drinking. Check.
No talking unless someone talks to you. Check.
Straight posture. Check.
“Jelly bean? Everything all right?” Caleb asked.
“I’m fine,” she told him.