by Stasia Black
“Yes, now take off your tank.”
Michael looked down, crossed his arms and took the hem in his fingers. He breathed out then slowly pulled it up and over his head. The shirt dropped to the floor and Michael clenched his fists at his side.
He could feel Vanessa’s gaze on his skin as sure as any touch. But unlike a touch, there was no pain. His cock was no longer at half-mast but pointing due north and demanding her attention.
Vanessa bit her bottom lip. “Keep going.” The words came out as a breathy gasp. Which only had his cock hardening more.
“Damn, woman. Are you trying to torture me here?”
Vanessa looked surprised at his words. And then a small, pleased smile took over her face.
Which had him hurrying to slip his hands under the elastic waistband of his shorts and shove them down over his ass. More goose bumps flittered over his arms as the silky material slid down his legs. Once they were at his ankles, he kicked them off.
And then he stood there.
Naked.
Absolutely exposed.
Vanessa’s wide eyes flicked left and right and up and down. Before settling and zeroing in on his cock.
Shit. She wasn’t saying anything. Why wasn’t she saying anything?
Did she like what she saw? Was she freaked out by it?
His abs tensed and his heavy cock bobbed as Vanessa stood again. He didn’t realize he was backing up until he ran into the wall.
“I won’t touch you,” she whispered, sounding fascinated. Her gaze never once strayed from his cock. “I just want to get a closer look.”
Michael knocked his head back against the wall but only for a second, because he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“You’re beautiful,” she said, dropping to her knees.
Holy shit. Did she know what she was doing? He’d never had a girl in this position before but he was a guy and had been around back when there was internet so yeah. Having a girl on her knees in front of him? Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
“Do they all look like that?”
“Mostly,” he managed to get out. God, he could feel her warm breath on his balls. He was gonna die. He was seriously three freaking seconds from spontaneous combustion.
“If I can’t touch you, can you touch yourself?” She did that thing where she looked up at him through her lashes.
“Yes,” he ground out through his teeth.
She finally seemed to notice just how much of an impact her actions were having on him.
“Then do that,” she said, blowing a stream of warm air across the head of his cock.
“Fuck.”
More than anything in the world, he wanted to beg her to suck his cock into that teasing mouth of hers.
But what if the small bumps on her tongue were too rough? Or if her lips didn’t feel as soft as they looked? He couldn’t handle having one of his freak-outs right now. Not in front of his beautiful wife. Especially not right now when everything she was saying and doing felt so damn good.
“Show me how you touch yourself,” she whispered and he couldn’t hold back another second. He reached down and took himself in hand.
God. He couldn’t help groaning at the relief his hand provided and the friction of rubbing himself up and down.
“Now let me see you,” he growled. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
“Oh.” She pulled back in surprise, looking up at him from the floor. As much as he liked her in that position, he wanted to see her bringing herself pleasure. In fact, he couldn’t think of anything hotter in the whole damn universe.
“Vanessa,” he groaned. “Please.” He pulled on his shaft, squeezing and rolling the tip and then dragging back down again.
She went back to the bed and pulled off her T-shirt. She was braless, and though her breasts were small, they were definitely there. Round and firm despite the fact he could count every one of her ribs.
“That’s right, beautiful,” he gasped. “Now those little shorts.”
“You, too,” she said. “Don’t stop.”
Michael didn’t need to be told twice. He fisted his cock and stroked it.
“Good,” she said. “Just pretend it’s me doing that.”
“This is not…what I…came up here for,” Michael said, though he was already starting to pant. This might not have been his intention walking into the room, but now that they’d started, he needed to see her come. God, he needed it more than he’d ever needed anything in his whole life.
Vanessa slipped her shorts off but left her soft pink cotton underwear on. Michael was just about to tell her to take those off too, but then she reached up and cupped her breast in her hand. He felt the tingle race down his spine.
“It’s not?” she asked, squeezing herself.
Michael groaned and pushed his cock through his fist again. “They’re not going to be happy with me.”
“Well, I am. That’s what counts, right? And if we can’t touch, then we’ll need something special just between us.”
“I… God…” Yes. She was perfect. So perfect. He’d never been in the same room with a woman when he worked himself to climax. Seeing her there… So close… Breathing in the scent of her… Seeing her eyes spark with lust… Watching him… Fuck!
“When everyone else comes in,” she said, “and that’s what I want—no nights, no schedule, just all of us together—I want you there, too. This isn’t five individual marriages. It’s one big one. And you’re as big a part of it as anyone else.” Then she bit her lip again, a small frown creasing her forehead. “Will that be hard on you? Watching them?”
Michael grunted. “A little.”
“Then that’s why we’ll have these special times just for us, too.”
Vanessa still had her thin cotton underwear on, but when she spread her legs and opened herself to him, Michael got a look at the darkening spot between her legs.
He was making her wet.
Him.
Just the sight of him aroused his bride, and she was soaked. She hadn’t even touched herself yet.
Well enough of that.
“Stick your hand down your panties. Rub your clit and stick a finger inside yourself.”
She blinked at him. Maybe she was surprised by the growl in his voice. But she obeyed and fuck did that make him even harder, something he wouldn’t have thought was possible a second ago.
Her breath hitched and her chest arched outward the slightest bit almost the very same moment her hand disappeared down her underwear.
Michael imagined the pale of her hand against the wet, pink folds of her pussy. He could tell the moment she slipped her finger inside herself.
He was about to tell her to take the underwear off too, but God, holy— Was she—? Already?
Her forehead scrunched and the leg bracing on the ground went stiff as a tiny, high-pitched cry escaped her throat.
She was coming. She’d barely even touched herself and she was already coming.
Holy sh—
He stroked up and over the crown of his cock, then thrust his fist down the shaft.
“Michael,” she cried. “Come with me!”
He grunted and his hips shot forward just as long thick ribbons of cream spurted all over the floor, soaking the shorts he’d kicked off in front of him. He only barely missed Vanessa’s bare feet.
“Wow,” she said, then she slapped her hand over her mouth, giggling.
Michael was mortified. He’d come in record time, on command, and nearly all over his bride. She didn’t seem to mind though. She seemed more amazed than horrified. “It’s like one of those special effects in old movies.”
Michael bowed his head and laughed at himself. “That’s me,” he said. “Special.”
He bent to pick up his shorts, then realized what a mess they really were.
“Here,” she said, retreating to the bathroom. She came back with a very pink, very frilly robe. “I think Sophia must have brought this for me.”
“You exp
ect me to put that on?” Michael asked.
She shrugged. “It’s clean. It’s dry. And best of all,” she wagged her eyebrows, “it’s silk.”
Aha. How well she already knew him. Then he grinned broadly when he got it on. It barely made it all the way around him. He imagined the other men’s reactions to his new look when he returned to the study with his report.
He blew Vanessa a kiss, wishing it could be a real one, and promised to be right back.
He wasn’t disappointed by the guys’ reactions when he walked out to them, either.
“What the fuck!” Camden said. “Tie that thing a little tighter, dude. I don’t need to see your junk.”
“Were you lying to us?” Ross asked.
“You had sex with Vanessa?” This from Riordan, his face all but green with jealousy.
“Relax,” Michael said. “I didn’t touch her. And neither has anyone else.”
“What?” Logan asked. “She told you that?”
“She was never raped.” Michael grimaced just saying the word. “Though not for lack of anyone’s trying it sounds like. She’s tough as hell. And you,” he said still addressing Logan. “You were her very first kiss.”
Logan’s eyes went round as an owl’s as he reached up and touched his mouth. Then he turned away and walked over to the window, back to them.
“So why are you wearing that pink shit?” Camden asked. “Where are your clothes?”
“What happened is going to stay just between Vanessa and me.” Michael had decided that on the short walk back to the living room. “All you need to know is she wants all of us.”
“Yes, but who does she want first?” Riordan asked.
“All of us. No assigned nights. She says she’s married to us all, so it’s all of us she wants.”
“At the same time?” Ross asked. “How is that even possible?”
“Has she lost her damn mind?” Logan asked, turning momentarily from the window to glare down the hallway at the bedroom.
Michael didn’t appreciate his tone. “Actually she seemed perfectly rational. And what our wife wants, she gets.”
That was the other thing he’d decided. Vanessa was wonderful. Amazing. Perfect. What she’d just given him—not just a pity peep show, but a woman looking at him, wanting him.
It was everything. Fucking everything.
He’d move heaven and earth for that woman.
“I’m not interested in seeing all of your man meat on display,” Cam said.
“Then keep your eyes closed,” Ross said, striding down the hallway.
“Yeah man. Where’s your sense of adventure?” Riordan asked, smacking Cam on the shoulder before following his brother.
Michael hurried to slip in front of the twins. Then he put his arms out to block the hallway, barely even considering the fact that one of them might run into him. Touch him. He was too concerned about his new wife.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Michael said. “No one’s going in there with their egos or boners blazing.” Shit, could Vanessa hear him from the bedroom? He didn’t know how thick the bedroom door was. “Did you dumb fucks miss the part where I said she’s a virgin?” he whispered.
“We didn’t miss it.” Logan strode across the living room from the window and then he pushed through the men clogging up the hallway. Michael jumped aside before Logan could plow into him. “And we’ll take it as slow as our wife needs. I’ll make fucking sure of it.”
And with that, Logan pushed open the door to the bedroom.
Chapter Eleven
LOGAN
Logan took the lead and pushed the door open for the same reason he’d decked that motherfucker at the bar outside town earlier this afternoon who was talking shit about Vanessa.
Because she deserved better.
She was a good woman. A helluva good woman from the little he’d seen. And she deserved more on her wedding night than a couple of fumbling boys barely turned nineteen and that undisciplined hothead Camden. Logan hadn’t liked Camden back when he was in the Security Squadron and the years since certainly hadn’t done anything to endear the man to him.
Michael seemed like a good enough guy but he couldn’t even touch their wife, so what the hell good was he?
No, if Logan wanted to make sure Vanessa was safe, both physically and emotionally, he’d have to take the damn lead.
Which all seemed well and good until he opened the door and—
Topless.
She was topless.
He felt gut punched at the sight of her on the bed.
Because not only was she topless, but she wasn’t wearing anything except for the flimsiest little pair of cotton under-nothings.
And her legs went on for-fucking-ever.
But it was where those legs came together that had his eyes riveted—where her fingers played up and down the edges of her panties at the apex of her thighs.
She saw where he was looking, too.
And then she leaned back on the bed and, even though from ten feet away he could see her whole body was shaking, she opened her thighs wide in invitation.
Logan literally staggered, the wave of lust hit him so fucking hard.
His traitorous cock went hard as stone in two seconds flat. She was— Jesus Christ, he didn’t think—
Wasn’t she supposed to be, he didn’t know— Virgins were supposed to be shy, weren’t they? Okay, so he hadn’t been shy when he was a virgin but girls were different, right?
Jesus, he realized how bad that sounded the second he thought it.
“You’re beautiful,” Ross breathed out, seeming to recover from the same stupor Logan was in.
“Gorgeous,” Riordan echoed.
And even though she’d spread her legs for them, her cheeks flushed at the twins’ words. The sight had Logan’s cock going even harder. Because in spite of all that she’d lived through, and he knew he couldn’t even begin to imagine it all, she was still innocent. How on earth had she managed it? It was fucking incredible. She was incredible.
And then Jenny’s image flashed in his mind. For the first time in how long, Logan couldn’t even remember.
But even as his stomach soured at the thought of how he was betraying Jenny, his cock stayed just as hard.
There’s no way Jenny could have survived. She’s dead. It’s time to move on.
Nix’s voice. Everyone’s goddamned voice.
Eight years. When are you going to let her go?
“They’re right, sweetheart,” said Camden, the first to move toward the bed. “You don’t know how lucky I feel to be here tonight. We’ve waited for this moment for a long time, but—”
“But we’re willing to give you whatever time you need,” Riordan interrupted, shooting a dark look Camden’s way.
Camden just took it in stride. “But Michael tells us you’re ready for us now? Is that right?”
“That’s right,” Vanessa said. She’d been looking around at all of them, but her eyes settled on Logan. He didn’t look away though God knew he should.
Was it a question or an invitation he saw in those big brown eyes of hers? Not that he knew how to answer either.
“Good, sweetheart,” Cam said. “How would you like to do this?”
“Well…” Vanessa drew out the word. “I’ve recently discovered that I like to watch.”
She sent a quick smile Michael’s direction and the quick shot of jealousy that swept through Logan made him want to put his fist through a wall. What the fuck was happening to him?
“Watch?” Riordan looked disturbed. “Um, I’m not doing anything with any of these guys. I mean, Ross is my brother.”
Vanessa laughed, and her eyes darted to Michael again, like she wanted him to explain.
“She wants to watch you all undress,” Michael said. “But, sorry, guys. I don’t think there are any more pink robes to go around.”
So she’d had Michael undress for her. And she’d liked it. She was a virgin but whatever her experiences had been after
The Fall, it looked like they hadn’t turned her off of sex. In spite of her fidgeting hands, she looked curious. Flushed. Excited.
Logan’s cock strained in his jeans and he gritted his teeth.
You’re just here to make sure everything goes smooth. Not to get your dick wet.
“You heard her,” Logan turned to the other men. “Get your clothes off.”
Riordan immediately reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head. His jeans were unzipped and down around his ankles before his shirt hit the floor.
The last thing Logan wanted was to be checking out another guy’s junk, but he needed to know what Vanessa would have to be working with, and— Jesus Christ. Riordan was hung like a fucking horse.
Logan swung around to look at the other twin who was folding his clothes and carefully laying them on a small chair in the corner of the room. And dammit, his dick was just as huge as his brother’s.
What did you expect, dumbass? They’re identical twins.
Shit. They’d split Vanessa in half if either of them tried fucking her with those damn things. Okay, so they were out of the running for first dibs tonight. And Michael couldn’t touch her.
Which just left Camden.
Great.
Logan’s favorite person.
Camden stripped without a word and stood there as proud as a damn prize stud strutting closer to the bed, where Vanessa had scooted back to make room for them.
A quick glance showed that at least Camden was a more manageable size, though still larger than Logan would have preferred for Vanessa’s first time.
He’d have to do, though. Because even though Logan’s own cock was narrower than Camden’s, if a little longer, he had absolutely no intention of getting anywhere near the woman he’d just married.
Between the other four—Logan glanced at Michael standing against the wall, okay, well, three—husbands she had left who could touch her, she’d have plenty to keep her hands full in the bedroom. The twins were still officially teenagers for Christ sake. No doubt they could run circles around her and exhaust her every night all on their own.
No, there was no need for him to become physically involved with her.
He’d protect her. That was what he’d vowed to himself as he stormed into the church this morning. God knew he had enough black marks on his soul already. He wouldn’t add failing Vanessa to the list. No matter how much it killed him to look but not touch.
