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.
Then why can’t I leave this alone?
I knew why, kind of. I’d be leaving and Graham would be the one to feel betrayed because he was left out of the fold. After what had happened with Collette, I knew that it would damage the group again. Who knew if they would recover from this blow?
No, I couldn’t be responsible for the breakdown of their group.
There had to be some way for me to reach Graham.
15
Graham
I knew what they were thinking but I didn’t care. They thought I was being stubborn, trying to prove a point but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
If anything, I probably wanted Sasha more than any of them and listening to her with the others only made my desire stronger.
It had taken every fiber of my being not to stride toward her in the dorm when she’d bent over and take her against the wall.
But I needed to maintain my position. There was no point in succumbing to her. She’d be gone soon, just like Collette.
Why would I let myself get attached to her? Just so that Dan could feel better about breaking our pact?
I was thinking this as I flopped back into my bed and closed my eyes. I was tired, emotionally drained. Maybe I needed to learn to let things go a little.
I felt sleep begin to encompass me and as I danced in that grey spot between dream state and wakefulness, I caught a whiff of Sasha in the air.
Before I could open my eyes, I felt the covers peel back and her warm body slid in next to me.
“What are you doing?” I growled.
“Why are you fighting me?” she whispered. “I don’t want to fight with you.”
“Sasha,” I muttered but she didn’t respond, her mouth moving along my ear and down my neck. I struggled to open my eyes but they seemed to be glued shut. All I could feel was the silken tresses of her black mane trailing along the muscles of my abs and I felt myself rising against the material of my boxers.
“I want you,” she purred, her breath hot against my skin. “Don’t you want me?”
I moaned softly but I didn’t protest as her hand slipped around the waistband of my shorts.
I was naked now and her tongue exploring the growing bulge of my shaft.
“Holly shit. You’re huge!” she gasped and I could finally open my eyes to stare at her between my legs. Our eyes clashed and she seemed to be daring me to stop as she exhaled in small breaths over my pulsating cock.
Of course I couldn’t—I didn’t want to and she smiled, her ruby red lips wet as they parted to take me into her mouth entirely.
“Oh shit…”
My moan seemed to reverberated through the room and she purred, the vibration causing me to jump.
Watching her pretty mouth around my big cock was fucking amazing, but what came next was mind-blowing.
A soft, warm palm cupped my sack and her head fell into an up and down motion, suctioning me deep into her windpipe.
I was fully hard, the build up of desire I’d had for her overwhelming me and without warning, I lunged forward for her, causing her to gasp in surprise.
“I was just getting started!” She protested.
“So am I!” I hissed, flipping her over. Her legs dangled off the side of the bed and I was on her back, my teeth sinking gently into her shoulders as I rubbed my shaft between her cheeks.
I wanted so badly to pound into her but I couldn’t. Not yet.
Her hands reached up to grip the sheets, furling into fists. She was expecting me inside her but I had other plans.
Along her back I moved, snaking my hands around the front of her crotch to find her swollen clit. She bucked backward instinctively, sliding my cock into her ass. She was soaked and I couldn’t stop myself, even though I’d longed to bury my face deep into her snatch until she came all over me. But now I was inside her and that seemed to be exactly where I belonged.
She squealed, my thick shaft filling every spare inch of space inside her but she instantly clenched, drawing me in deeper.
“Oh fuck…” I breathed, knowing that if she continued to squeeze at me, I wouldn’t hold out very long.
I drew her upward, closer, my fingers working furiously against her nub to bring her to the climax I wanted so badly to achieve.
But not before she reached hers.
“Graham!” she howled. “Oh…oh…oh my GOD…”
I felt her gushing then, spraying it felt lik
e, spilling down my legs and hers in unison and that was the end of it for me.
With a massive groan and shudder, I blew my load inside her, relishing her tight hold on my cock.
All of my doubts, my insecurities, my fear of being abandoned dissipated with my release and I collapsed on top of Sasha in a pile of shaking limbs, savoring her sweet scent because I knew she’d be gone soon.
“Are you all right?” she murmured after a few minutes and I sighed, rolling off her back to look into her face.
“I am now,” I told her and she smiled.
“You see?” she teased me. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I shook my head but I didn’t return her smile.
“I was never worried that it would be bad,” I told her. “I was always worried about losing you.”
A shadow clouded her eyes and she sat up to look at me.
“And now?” She asked quietly. “Now you’re not worried about that?”
“No,” I confessed. “I’m glad we had you while you’re here.”
She visibly gulped back a lump in her throat and reached forward to place her open palms on my face.
“You’re so special to me,” she breathed. “All of you.”
I shook my head, hating that my usual downer crap had ruined the moment. What was wrong with me that I had to start with my shit?
“Kiss me,” Sasha ordered me and I obliged, our tongues darting out to tease the other. When we parted, I stared into her eyes, wanting to memorize her in this moment. This was the way I was going to recall her.
“You still want to have that nap?” she asked, pulling me back onto the bed with her and I didn’t resist. She draped a long leg over mine and laid her head on my chest. In minutes, I felt her breaths synching with mine and as the wind continues to howl outside, dictating the storm still raged, all felt right in the world, if only for a few minutes.
16
Sasha
After a day of marathon sex, I was shocked to discover I was in bed alone when I woke. All of my boys had disappeared, presumably to let me rest but I was feeling shockingly alert and awake.
True, my body was aching in places I didn’t even know existed but I felt incredible, alive.
For once, I knew it was morning, only because despite the driving snow, the sky seemed to have lightened somewhat.
I had no idea if that meant that the storm was almost over but I wasn’t going to waste another minute lying around in bed. I was starving and my men deserved a feast after the journey we’d been through together.
I rushed to the kitchen and Dan was already in there, making coffee when I entered, naked and barefoot.
His eyes brightened when he saw me and he sauntered toward me, slipping his arms around my naked waist.
“Good morning,” he murmured, squeezing my ass gently. “How did you sleep?”
“Like the dead,” I replied. “Now get out of here so I can make us breakfast.”
Harry appeared and slipped a kiss onto my neck as he padded by, followed by Seth.
I slid my tongue into his mouth before he could reach for coffee and his hand reached up to stroke my breast.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he yawned and I laughed.
“Sleepy?”
“You wore me out,” he muttered, pouring a cup of coffee. I felt a strong arm around my hips and Graham’s mouth latched around my earlobe.
Everyone looked at him in surprise and I felt a fission of heat between my legs as he pressed his rock-hard shaft against me.
“I see you two worked things out?” Bash commented, eyeing us warily as if he worried that our truce might be short lived.
I extended my arms toward Bash to hug him and he eagerly stepped into my embrace.
“Don’t forget about us,” Stevie chimed, sauntering into the now crowded kitchen, followed by his shadow.
“How could I ever forget about you?” I asked and I meant it. I was going to miss all of them, their strange, conflicting personalities, their quirks and charms.
I wished I could stay with them forever, trapped in the storm away from the rest of the world.
“This storm should be fizzling out soon,” Dan told me when I disentangled myself from all my suitors. “Another day, tops.”
The information sent a pang of regret into my soul and I stared at him.
“Really?” I murmured and he nodded, his own eyes reflecting the same regret I was feeling.
I cleared my throat and nodded.
“Well,” I said brightly. “Let’s make the most of it then.”
Like dogs smelling steak, they all turned to look at me with interest but I held up my hand, laughing.
“First fuel then fun, okay?”
* * *
I concocted a feast for them, a huge buffet of eggs, toast, bacon, hash browns and sausage.
Dan had taken pity on me and grabbed the robe before the grease splattered all over me but until then, I’d rather relished being naked as I walked around the cabin, unabashed.
They inhaled their breakfast with gusto but I found myself unable to eat as I considered what would happen next.
I played a childish “what if” game. What if the storm never ended? What if I gave up my job at Mirror, Mirror and stayed on with them? What if…
Of course, the end was always the same. I had a life waiting for me outside the walls of this cabin, a mother, a best friend, a job I loved, even if I loathed my boss.
“Babe, are you okay?” Stevie asked and I realized I’d been lost in a reverie. I flashed him a quick smile and nodded quickly.
“Of course,” I replied but I knew then what I had to do. “Will you help me clear off the table?”
All the men rose to do their part, turning to put the dishes in the sink but I fell back as they chattered amongst themselves. No one seemed to notice that I had hung back, until Jim turned and choked on his words in mid-sentence.
I had lost my robe and sat on the newly cleared table on all fours, a coy smile on my face.
That’s right. I wanted to taste all of them. Seven guys, all for me. Seven big cocks, all at once.
“Come here,” I murmured when they seemed frozen in shock. “I’m not going to bite you unless you bite me first.”
In a rush of skin, my harem of seven moved toward me, their eyes lit with fire, their hands on me, their fingers in my mouths, their lips on my skin.
Yet I knew inherently that it was Bash who sucked on my left nipple while Stevie licked my right, even as Dan’s mouth crashed to mine, blocking me from doing anything but feeling. His strong lips, the satisfying touch oh his tongue against mine.
Hot kisses, lapping tongues and fingers reached every part of me. If there had been any part of me unexplored, there was no way in hell I could say the same now.
I couldn’t say whose idea it was to get the blindfold but from that moment on, it was all guess work as hot honey was poured on my crotch and two or three tongues explored me at once.
I was filled from all angles, my moans becoming hoarse as the hours ticked by but there was no shortage of orgasms from any of us, our sweat and fluids mixing together in hot, endless streams.
My skin was on fire, my clit raw but I couldn’t get enough of my seven. I wanted them all at once, all together. I wanted them always.
But I knew it was impossible and all I could do for the time was let them possess me so that when we were finally parted, they might remember me because I was sure to remember them, always and forever.
17
Graham
I couldn’t move but that didn’t stop me from watching the sexy display that was Sasha being serviced by Harry, her body writhing weakly as if she’d been drained of every last ounce of energy she had. I couldn’t believe they were still going at it but Harry was hanging on by a thread.
Fuck, she’s perfect. Flawless, smooth, and curvy in all the right places.
As I got lost in my own thoughts, I moved my head up suddenly, my ears picking up on somethin
g in the distance.
“Hey!” I cried out and seven sets of eyes stared hazily at me, each in different stages of exhaustion.
“Do you hear—”
I didn’t get a chance to finish my question when a loud pounding on the door caused us all to jump up.
“Who the hell is that?” I choked, scrambling with the others to find our clothes. It was impossible to distinguish one person’s pants from another but the knocking on the door continued.
“HELLO? IS ANYONE IN THERE?” Someone yelled.
“Oh fuck!” Sasha gasped, leaping to her feet in utter shock. I could read the terror in her face.
“Who is it?” Dan demanded. None of us was tired anymore.
“It’s my team,” she breathed and somehow we all managed to get some semblance of clothing on before I marched to the front door and peered out into the snow. To my shock, the storm had stopped.
I stared at the man and woman standing before me.
“Hi,” the man said. “I’m sorry to bother you but we’re looking for a member of our research team who’s gone missing. Is there any chance—”
“I’m here, Hunter,” Sasha said, appearing at my side. I watched at the pair’s eyes flashed in disbelief.
“You’ve been here all along?” Hunter howled. “Are you joking me?”
He turned to the woman.
“You were right,” he muttered. “She was just sticking it to us.”
I felt an instant dislike toward him.
“I wasn’t sticking it to you,” Sasha barked. “I got hurt and the power was down. I’ve been here for days, waiting out the storm.”
Hunter’s eyes narrowed.
“The storm’s been over for hours. What have you been doing?”
“Why don’t you come inside,” Dan suggested. Funny, I was going to slam the door in their faces.
Suddenly, every dark thought I’d had before came flooding back.
“Yeah,” Sasha mumbled, stepping back. “Come in while I grab my things.”
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