“Jeff,” she said, nudging him in the gut with her elbow.
“You can’t be shy around here,” Adam said, eyeing her chest. “Besides, if you want to play that part, you’ll need to do something about your wardrobe.” He rolled his tongue over his bottom lip. “What you’re wearing is one hundred percent see-through.”
Everyone grumbled. “Damn, Adam, do you have to ruin everything!”
“Settle down, Connor,” she teased. “I don’t have the first inclination to change.” She sat next to Callan, and he readily prepared her plate. “Only protein, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Miles taunted, waggling his brows and studying Jeff like he expected him to quickly object.
Jeff had no other choice but to welcome what the team obviously had in mind. He wasn’t sure what Paige would think about a long-term relationship with five men, but if she agreed, he wouldn’t be entirely against sharing her.
Then again, why would he be? He was the number one guy. If he had any doubts whatsoever, all he had to do was look into her passion-filled eyes and search beyond the lust lingering there. That’s where he found the greatest assurance of all. Her eyes flickered with a bright new sparkle, showcasing the most telling signs of a woman in love.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“I can’t eat another bite,” Paige declared, pushing away from the table.
“I hope you can still swallow,” Connor teased, collecting the plates along with Jeff’s cold stare. “Kidding.”
“No you weren’t,” Paige purred, wiping her dainty little mouth.
Here we go, Connor thought. And not a moment too soon.
“I have a sandy bottom, not to mention a few other gritty areas. After sleeping naked on the beach, I need a shower.”
“Sleeping, hell,” Jeff growled, standing.
“Take a seat, big boy,” Connor told him. “You’ve had her all night. Now the real men get to have some fun.”
“Men?” Jeff chuckled. “If any of you boys join Paige in the tub, then she might as well bring along a rubber ducky. You don’t know what to do with that all on your own.”
“Possessiveness will get you everywhere,” Paige said, flashing her dazzling smile.
Connor smirked. “Eat your heart out, Jeff. Adam needs to talk to you. Paige wants some company.”
“In that case, let’s make it a party,” Callan said. “I’ll bring the champagne and strawberries,” he added, grabbing the fruit bowl no one had touched.
Connor couldn’t help but wonder if everyone had avoided the fruit and chilling bottle of bubbly for the very reasons Connor had deliberately avoided them. Morning or not, breakfast or dinner, Connor couldn’t think of a better time to have an after-meal drink or a sexier woman to use as a flute.
His mouth watered and he trailed after her, leaving the others to fend for themselves. He wanted a few minutes alone with Paige, maybe a minute or two to get her ripe for the taking.
Connor couldn’t take his eyes off her hips. She strutted with sexual prowess better than any other woman Connor had taken to his bed. Paige was older, but thanks to a torrid past, she wasn’t necessarily more experienced. At times, she acted so much younger than age might suggest. He chalked that up to what she’d been through.
“You’ve been waiting for me all night, haven’t you?” she asked when they finally made it to her bathroom.
“I’ve waited a lot longer than one night.”
She leaned over and kissed him. “I’m in love with Jeff, Connor, and it’s only fair that I tell you because I know how you feel about me.”
“You love me, too.”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she made a playful event out of reaching for the silver-plated faucet and plugging up the Jacuzzi tub. Since the tub was deep, she stretched across the sunken area, and her hips were positioned in front of him.
What better time to grab them?
Connor moved toward her and placed his hands on the side of her ribcage, pressing against her all at once. “You drive me crazy, you know?”
She glanced over her shoulder. “I try.”
His hands slid up and down her sides and it didn’t take much to strip her of the gown she wouldn’t need, the one that did little to conceal her in the first place.
“You’re not wasting any time now, are you?” she teased.
“No,” he said, grinding against her ass.
Connor’s hands slid forward, and he cupped her breasts, massaging her pointed nipples with his thumbs, flicking the little gems until they were hardened, ready. Scooting her hair out of the way, Connor studied Paige’s fragile bone structure. Who could’ve abused such a woman? Rather than focus on the past she must’ve endured, he made a vow to himself. No one—no one—would ever hurt her again. They’d go through him first.
His lips claimed a spot at her nape. His hands propelled down her flat stomach. “You feel so nice.”
“Hmm…” she moaned in a throaty voice.
“After you,” he said, backing away long enough to step out of his jeans and T-shirt.
Paige sank into the water and rested her neck on the headrest. She closed her eyes like she wasn’t interested in what he had to show off. A wicked little smile curved her lips, and she drew her knees to her chest.
When she opened her eyes again, he was undressed, standing there staring at her like he’d lost the ability to move. And he had. He’d been so captivated by her beauty that he’d been unable to join her.
“Are you going to bathe me?” she asked, reaching for the bubble bath.
“No, I thought I’d stand right here and watch you for a minute.”
“That’s no fun,” she said, pouring the lavender liquid under the stream of water.
“It could be,” he pointed out, reaching for her breast and tweaking her nipple until she sighed. “Let me watch you pleasure yourself.”
“I’d rather please you,” she said, relaxing again.
She placed her hands on her knees and spread her legs. Connor’s heart pounded so fast in his chest that he could’ve sworn a few baseballs were lodged in his chest cavity and knocking together.
“Where do you want my fingers, Connor?” she asked softly.
One hand dipped under the bubbles.
“Here?” she asked, placing the other hand over her breast. “Or here?” she slid upward and threw her head back, insinuating her fingers were dipping inside her pussy.
Tiny fingers rolled back and forth over her nipple, and he stepped into the tub unable to maintain self-control. “You’re right, there’s no fun in this.”
She copped a smile. “You liked it.”
“I would’ve. I couldn’t see where your fingers were buried,” he said, sliding his hand down her thigh and realizing immediately she’d started a little underwater action.
“Help me out?” she asked wickedly.
“Absolutely,” he growled, maneuvering her hand under his. He locked his fingers inside her, and the way she rode his fingers and hers was completely erotic. When her breathing changed, he kissed her, pushing inside her with his two fingers sliding back and forth, matching the pace she set.
Her mouth fed from his. Her tongue swirled around his faster and faster. Her body started to gyrate, and he deserted the kiss long enough to watch her take the first climatic ride of the day.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, bucking against the heel of his hand. Her fingers slipped away and she gripped the tub, rising and falling against his stimulating manual coercion.
“That’s it,” he whispered, admiring her. “Come, baby.”
She clutched the tub until her knuckles turned white, rising high enough above the bubbles for his mouth to catch one of her sudsy nipples. When she collapsed against the headrest again, he slowly withdrew his fingers and stood.
“My turn,” he said, smiling.
“You’re covered in bubbles,” she pointed out, inching closer.
“Then do somethi
ng about that,” he suggested, watching her cup her hands under the faucet and splash the warm water around his cock.
Paige, if she was experienced in any area, gave terrific head. In a calculated way, she slowly drew the engorged head between her lips. She swirled her tongue over the crest and mumbled something as she drew him inside her hot, moist mouth.
“That’s sexy,” he whispered, placing his hand on the top of her head.
He ground against her until she took him all the way to her throat. When she tapped his balls, he thrust inside her mouth. He was ready to explode!
Her hand slapped against his bottom and his ass burned, like a whip had recently landed there. He thrust inside her mouth, and she slapped again.
What the hell was she doing to him? His weighted balls swayed against her chin and he fucked her mouth, gradually losing control and seeking nothing else but a well-provoked release.
Once more, she smacked him, and when the third strike came down, he gave her one hell of a fucking, holding her cheeks and screwing himself tighter and tighter between her jaws. Best of all, she let him finish. She sucked him dry and acted as if she indulged in every drop, smacking her lips like he released her favorite flavored syrup.
Paige looked up when she finished him. “Nice?”
“Are you kidding me?” he asked, collapsing next to her.
“It sure looked sweet to us,” Callan said from the doorway.
“Damn your timing,” Connor grumbled, drawing her against his chest. “Do you all have something against letting me have a private moment with Paige?”
Callan slid the bottle of champagne on the tile shelf located above the faucet. Miles set up six glasses.
“I guess we’re making this a party,” Connor said, grinning.
Callan stripped away his shirt. “Does look that way, doesn’t it?”
Paige shifted, and Connor worried about her. Did she think they were no better than Ramone? Did she fully understand how they all cared for her?
“We’re using you for sex,” Miles said, grinning.
Damn him.
“That’s what I was thinking, too,” Paige stated evenly. “But that’s okay.”
“It is?” Miles asked.
“Yes, because I’m using you, too.”
“That’s my woman,” Jeff said, making his presence known. Adam followed behind him.
“That’s up for debate,” Connor said, looking down on Paige. His heart swelled with love when she glanced up at him, too.
She could deny her feelings for him, but he knew in his heart of hearts. She belonged to him as much as she belonged to Jeff. Maybe soon she’d realize she didn’t have to love one of them over the other. They weren’t expecting her to choose.
Jeff approached them with possessiveness in every step. Paige was his obsession, and Jeff couldn’t deny or conceal it. The way they looked at one another made Connor wonder. What if Paige only wanted Jeff long-term? Could he learn to live with that?
“Let’s get you dried off,” Jeff suggested, plucking her from the water.
She wrapped her naked body around him, encircling him with a natural curve. “Hey.”
He nipped at her lips. “Hey, yourself.”
She looked over his shoulder, and a seductive grin lit up the room. “Don’t make me wait, Connor.”
He snickered. Maybe he’d been wrong to worry about what she was ready to accept and what she wasn’t quite equipped to handle. Paige clearly knew what she was getting herself into, and they’d given her plenty of time to voice a choice, if she needed to choose.
She evidently reached a decision. She didn’t plan on picking one man over the other. Apparently, she was keeping all of them.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Are you going to stand there and stare at me, or will one of you join me? I feel like I’m on display at some kind of adult art exhibition.”
“Don’t complain, Paige,” Jeff said, rubbing her ankle.
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” Adam chanted. “But it’s all right. We like to hear you whine.”
She narrowed her eyes, and her lips formed a pout. She was so damn cute, and Jeff felt those heartstrings snap a little tighter.
Callan, bless his heart, was the first to land on the bed. As far as Jeff knew, he was the only one who hadn’t kissed her. Then again, he hadn’t asked.
Callan cradled her in the hook of his arm and didn’t waste any time getting caught up. No one could accuse Callan of not being up to speed. His lips stole hers, and she greedily returned his kiss.
The little vixen.
Jeff decided then and there she had earned a spanking for being too anxious to kiss the young guy. And he hoped she enjoyed every lick.
Miles, Connor, and Adam sat on the bed. They looked like uncomfortable dorks , sitting there like they were waiting on standby. Miles and Callan were known to share women. As far as Jeff knew, Adam had been a one-man-one-woman kind of man.
Jeff felt a strange sensation wash over him. Is that what was eating at him? Did he want Paige to be a one-man woman?
Callan worked fast, bracketing his arms around Paige’s waist and positioning her body over his. He held her at an angle, lapping at her breasts like he couldn’t get enough. Great, he was a breast guy. He’d find more than enough in Paige.
Miles slid closer. He patted her bottom and eyed Adam. He was the one who looked out of place. Jeff wondered if Adam could go through with this experience. He suspected he still had strong feelings for Darla. She’d been his first and most recent lover.
Jeff sat in a chair parallel to the bed. He splayed his legs and watched, loving the way Paige’s body moved for them. She eagerly arched for Callan and swayed around him so her hair constantly flowed in a swishing motion around her slender shoulders.
Connor worked his hand over his cock. Adam had placed lubes and condoms on the bed. He had the room aglow in candlelight, rose petals scattered over Paige’s white cotton sheets, and dark blankets over the plastic standing in for the terrace doors.
Jeff snickered. He had to give the guy credit. Adam was a romantic at heart.
Callan wasted little time reaching for a condom. “Damn, boy, slow down,” Miles said, slapping his hand away from the foil packet.
Paige exchanged glances with Jeff. She wanted him to join them, but he planned to make her wait. He gripped his dick and pumped, eying her mouth and insinuating exactly what he had on his mind.
Connor became lube-happy, drenching his fingers in the strawberry substance and then positioning the tip of one of the smaller tubes at the crack of her ass. Paige flinched when the lukewarm substance drizzled down her bottom, and Jeff watched her hazy eyes darken with the lust waiting to consume her.
Callan and Paige didn’t have chemistry. That didn’t surprise Jeff. Even though he was obviously rock hard and ready to get to the best part, Jeff noticed the way they were with one another. Callan was too young, too green, and Paige? Well, outside of the experience, Jeff didn’t think she’d stay interested in him long-term.
He wouldn’t complain.
Miles stretched out next to Callan and Paige, caressing her hip and watching her respond to Callan. He glanced over her back and smirked. The little bastard probably knew this was driving him crazy.
Jeff wanted to share her because he wanted her pampered, cared for, and he truly needed her to know she was worthy of this kind of attention. But the truth was, he’d only share her when it suited him. And he’d never let her have this kind of attention without his approval. He planned to tell her, lay down a few rules, and somehow he didn’t think she’d oppose.
Connor took the lead, stealing her out of Callan’s arms and kissing her like a wild man out of control. His hands caught in her loosely fallen curls and he framed her face, making love to her mouth in a deeply erotic kiss. If they came up for air, Jeff didn’t notice.
When their kiss broke, Adam took her from Connor. She draped her arms over his back and held him to her.
Adam’s sex hung low and flaccid at her entrance, but when she kissed him, he hardened to the point of gaining a wide eye from everyone. If Paige had glanced down, she might have freaked.
Who would’ve thought? Adam really was a stud.
Paige reached for Connor and held him in her palm, pumping his weight through a steady hand while clutching Adam’s forearm, drawing him close. She started grinding against him, rubbing her pussy all over his shaft and acting undisturbed when she clearly had a good idea of his size.
Callan slid his hand between their bodies and tweaked her nipple with a perverse smile. Miles prepared, passing out condoms like candy.
When he tossed one Jeff’s way, Jeff grunted. He hadn’t planned to join so soon, but after he’d worked himself into a steely situation, he wasn’t sure he’d find satisfaction in watching. Besides, he knew where he was destined to slide.
The sound of popping rubber filled the room. Jeff’s knee hit the mattress, and Paige touched his cheek. She broke Adam’s kiss long enough to turn her cheek and whisper, “It took you way too long.”
“I wanted you to miss me.”
Evidently Adam didn’t view Jeff’s intrusion as an imposition. Adam grabbed Paige’s hips and ground against her, allowing her to kiss Jeff long enough to ignite a stronger degree of passion.
When Jeff pulled Paige over him, her back landed against his chest. His hands cupped her breasts, and he pinched her nipples. “I want you to give Callan a blow job,” he suggested at her ear, noticing he was the only one without a condom.
His hands traveled up her chest, and he tilted her chin toward him, leaning over her right shoulder long enough to swipe his tongue across her lips. “Can you do that for us?”
“I can do that for me,” she teased, smacking her lips and wrapping her hand around Callan’s size. She held him like she might grip a hotdog, lapping at the end as if she didn’t have the first inclination to drop her jaw and just blow.
And she didn’t. At least not yet.
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