“Open.”
Oh God. She was a sucker for that. She shouldn’t do it. Marilyn could be back at any moment. That thought seemed to spur her on. And she found her thighs widening. He ran a finger along her panties. Oh crap. She’d forgotten she was just wearing one of their T-shirts under the blanket. She took a sniff. Smelled like the ocean. Caleb.
“Someone has wet panties,” he murmured. “I’d say she has plenty of urges.”
“Never forgotten that taste,” Aleki added. “Like fucking roses. Sweet. Delicious.”
“Roses. Hmm. I didn’t know it could taste like roses,” Wolfe mused.
“Fuck, yes, my man. You have got some things to look forward to.” Aleki whacked Wolfe on his back.
Wolfe watched her with a hunger that made her swallow heavily. While he might be a virgin, she had a feeling she was going to be firmly under his control.
“Maybe we all deserve a small taste,” Caleb said on a low murmur.
She wiggled on his lap. “You can’t, Marilyn could come back any minute.”
“She knows the rule. She signed an NDA,” Wolfe told her. “If she speaks of anything that happens with the princes or anyone connected to the princes, then she’ll find herself in a world of trouble.”
“And if she even looks at you funny, you will tell us,” Caleb said in a low voice. “That’s a rule. Nobody hurts our girl.”
His finger dipped underneath her panties to run along the seam of her lips. Oh God. That felt so good. She leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes.
“Uh-uh, keep your eyes open,” Caleb commanded. “I want you to see what you do to them. I want you to know beyond a doubt that you are a goddamn addiction for us. There is no way we would ever look at another woman, want another woman when we have the woman who was made for us in our arms.”
He circled her clit and she let out a small cry as she opened her eyes and looked over at Aleki then Wolfe.
Both of them stared back at her with hunger in their eyes. And for the first time in a long, long time she felt wanted. Attractive.
Caleb moved his finger lower, pressing it into her passage. She was so wet. God, she needed him. Them.
“Damn, you’re so tight. I can see we’re gonna have to do a lot of play to get you ready to take our cocks.”
“Play,” Aleki murmured. “My favorite.”
She remembered. He could spend fucking hours between her legs. He’d eat her out until she was a pile of goo, incapable of even begging.
He’d always claimed that she was his favorite treat.
Even better than Tim-Tams. Aleki loved the chocolate biscuits he had his cousins send to him from New Zealand. So that was high praise indeed.
Caleb pushed another finger into her, driving them slowly in and out. He was hindered by her panties and she wanted to rip them off. Beg him to take her. To make her come.
Not the place.
Only right now, she didn’t much care that they weren’t anywhere private. That she should likely slow this down. She was so turned on, she just wanted to come. He ran his thumb over her clit.
“Tell me when the last time you came was,” Caleb demanded.
God, that quiet dominance he exuded the rest of the time transferred easily to the bedroom.
“I . . . I don’t know. A week ago.”
“With who?” Aleki asked, voice tight with jealousy. “Not him.”
“No. I told you I only slept with him once and believe me, he didn’t care about getting me off.”
She thrust her hips up. More. She was so close. She needed more. Aleki folded the table up before kneeling next to her. He ran his finger over her tight nipple, making her cry out.
“Then who gave you that orgasm?” Aleki asked her before his mouth descended on her nipple, sucking through the material.
She groaned. Shit. Caleb’s fingers were still deep inside her, his thumb pressing on her clit. She tried to drive her hips up again, to get some friction.
“Stay still,” Caleb commanded.
She froze. Holy. Shit.
“Who gave you the orgasm?” Caleb demanded.
Wolfe was silent, he just watched them all. But when she glanced over at him, she could tell he was just as turned on as the rest of them were.
“Ron,” she told him.
“Who the fuck is Ron?” Aleki asked with clear jealousy.
“My vibrator.”
“Your vibrator?” Aleki asked.
“Yeah, I named him Ron. I’m sad I had to leave him behind. But I forgot to bring him with me. He was a good vibrator. Never let me down. Just keep going on and on.”
“I’ll get you a new one,” Wolfe said suddenly.
“What?”
That wasn’t what she’d expected him to say.
“Girl can’t be without her vibrator,” Aleki told her before returning his mouth to her nipple.
“No,” Caleb murmured, moving his fingers again, his thumb strumming her clit. His cock pressed against her ass and she groaned at the feel of it.
“You want me to have a vibrator?”
“Uh-huh,” Caleb replied. “But the rule is that you don’t get to use it without us. Your orgasms are ours now, baby.”
“Come without our permission and you’ll be in big trouble,” Wolfe told her.
“That’s a rule? Seriously?”
“Along with not putting yourself down,” Wolfe told her. “I’ll start a list after breakfast.”
Before she could protest yet another list, her orgasm washed over her in a wave and she would have screamed the plane down if Aleki hadn’t moved quickly and slammed his mouth down on hers, kissing her as though he were drowning and only she could save him.
Thing was, they’d saved her. Not the other way around.
“That ought to do it,” Wolfe said with satisfaction.
“Do what?” she asked drowsily.
“Stake our claim.”
Their claim? What did he mean?
Marilyn walked in before she could question him. She stiffened, wondering if she should move.
“Oh, are you tired? I could show you where the bedroom is?” Marilyn asked in a sweet voice. But her eyes were cold. Aleki had returned to his seat, and Caleb had removed his hand from her pussy. But there must have been something on their faces that clued Marilyn in or maybe it was the faint scent of satisfaction on the air.
“I’m fine.”
“All right,” Marilyn replied. “It is probably best to eat while sitting in your seat. In case of turbulence.”
“She’s fine where she is,” Caleb said firmly. “You can put our food down and then leave us. Thank you.”
Marilyn turned a smile on Caleb. “Of course.”
She placed their breakfasts down, glared at Vivi, then left.
Wolfe looked after her thoughtfully. “I’ll fire her when we get home.”
“What? Why?” she asked.
“I don’t like the way she looked at you.”
Okay, she didn’t like Marilyn but that didn’t mean she wanted her to lose her job.
“You can’t fire people for looking at me funny, Wolfe.”
“Why not?”
“Umm, guys? You want to help me out?” She looked up at Caleb then over to Aleki.
Caleb looked thoughtful. “She may not be a good fit. We’ll watch her for the rest of the trip. She’s only on a contract so it’s not a hassle to get rid of her.”
She kind of felt bad for mentioning anything.
Caleb kissed her lightly. “You come first. Before everyone.”
“This has to be a dream.”
“No pinching,” they all said together.
She had to grin.
Wolfe picked up her porridge and she tried to move back into her seat.
“Stay where you are,” Caleb commanded.
“But you need to eat your breakfast.”
“I’ll eat it later.”
“It will get cold. You should eat it now.”
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“Caleb.”
Aleki snorted. “He’s using you to hide.”
“Hide?” While he wasn’t as muscular as Aleki, he was still a big guy. And she was pretty small in comparison. “Hide what?”
“His erection, I’m guessing,” Wolfe said, frowning down at the porridge. “She made this far too hot. You could have burned yourself.”
She couldn’t believe he’d just said that. Dear. Lord. Help. Her.
“He’s not wrong,” Caleb told her. “Having you sit on my lap is a delicious sort of torture. Getting to taste you, watching you come apart in my arms? Heaven.”
Should she offer to take care of him? Was she being selfish, just taking from him? She still couldn’t believe they’d just done that.
That she’d come in Caleb’s arms, while Aleki kissed her and Wolfe watched.
She’d been with two men in her life. Aleki and William. This was a lot.
“You’ve gone all tense, you’re gonna ruin all our good work. Stop worrying,” Caleb told her. “That’s our job now.”
“That’s kind of impossible.”
“I know a way you can stop worrying,” Aleki said, between mouthfuls of food. “By giving yourself into our care. Remember what we said to you in the car? You could leave the big decisions to us?”
“I remember.”
“You can give us the small ones as well,” Caleb told her. “All you have to do is tell us that you need a break and we’ll take over for you. It might help you find your Little. I bet she’s tucked deep inside you, where you’re protecting her. But you don’t need to keep her safe from us. We’ll do whatever is needed to take care of her.”
“We’d kill to protect her, and you,” Wolfe swore.
She tensed slightly. Some people might just say that not actually meaning it.
Wolfe meant it.
“Nobody is killing for me.”
“No, of course not.” Aleki shot Wolfe a look.
Wolfe stared at her. “You’re scared to trust us.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you.” Well, she mostly trusted them. There was still a part of her that worried they’d break her heart. “But I don’t know how to let go like that.”
“We can help,” Caleb told her. “If it’s what you want.”
“Maybe. I can change my mind at any time?”
“You’ll always have a safeword,” Aleki told her. “It’s to keep you safe. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well.”
“How about we discuss this after breakfast,” Wolfe suggested. “She needs to eat.”
“How about asking Daddy to let you go,” Caleb said in her ear.
While she might protest at the way they tended to just take over, that was more because she thought she had to. Not because she didn’t like it. The way Wolfe fussed, Aleki joked, and Caleb commanded.
Yeah, it just did something to her.
For the first time in a long while, she felt safe. Not just physically. Emotionally. Mentally. As though she didn’t have to be on her guard. That she could relax and be herself.
“Please let me go, Daddy.”
That didn’t feel as weird as she thought it might. Caleb kissed the top of her head then placed her on her seat. “Thank you, baby.”
With a shaky hand, she reached for the porridge Wolfe held.
“I’ve made certain it’s cool enough. Although it’s sweeter than it should be. Maybe she put sugar in it. I’ll talk to her.”
She winced. Poor Marilyn.
“If you don’t like it, I’ll make you a new bowl.”
Urgh, porridge was porridge. Honestly, sweeter might be better.
“It will be fine.”
“I want half that bowl gone,” Wolfe commanded.
She sighed, but started eating. The guys ate alongside her, talking about work stuff. It did taste a bit sweet, but not unpleasant. When she figured she’d eaten enough to satisfy Wolfe, she picked up her coffee.
Ahh, sweet, sweet caffeine.
Better than sex.
Hmm, well, maybe not. She glanced at the three men. Five minutes later, her eyes started to droop. Much as she might wish otherwise, she tired easily. The cup was taken from her hand and she mumbled something as she leaned against the wall of the plane.
Then an arm went under her legs and around her back.
“What’cha doin’?” she managed to mumble.
“Putting you to bed,” Caleb replied. “Do you need to go potty?”
“Cannot believe you just said that.”
“Well, I could have just put you on the toilet and told you to pee. But I figured you might find that a bit embarrassing.”
“Jeez Louise, ya think?” she grumbled. “There’s a line, dude.”
He kissed her forehead. “When it comes to you, jelly bean, there’s no line I wouldn’t cross.”
“Oh, that’s nice.”
He chuckled. “Glad you think so. Do you need to pee?”
“Nope. I’m good. Sleep.”
“Okay, Aleki is getting the bed ready.” Caleb carried her into the bedroom.
“Does she need to pee?” Aleki asked.
“Oh God,” she groaned. “Can everyone please stop saying the word ‘pee’!”
“I believe that’s a no,” Caleb said with a laugh. He laid her on some cool, smooth sheets. Damn, these sheets were nice. She ran her hand over them with a small moan.
“Jesus, never thought I’d be jealous of sheets,” Aleki muttered.
“You and me both, brother.”
Lips were brushed against her forehead. The scent of the ocean surrounded her. “Here’s Piggles, sleep well, jelly bean.”
Another set of lips were pressed to her cheek. Sandalwood and sugar. “Sleep tight, baby girl. Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
She was tucked in tight and then was out like a light.
17
Vivi curled into a ball as her tummy cramped.
Oh, fuck. What was that?
She dived from the bed, landing on her knees with a thump. She cried out, both from the pain in her legs and the way her stomach twisted.
She needed the toilet. Now.
“Genevieve? What’s wrong?”
Wolfe. Oh no. She didn’t want him to see her like this. Any of them. But she needed the bathroom. Desperately.
“Bathroom. Quick,” she managed to get out.
Luckily, he seemed to hear her because she found herself scooped up and carried into a small bathroom with just a toilet and shower stall.
He carefully set her down on her feet but kept hold of her waist. “Do you need help?”
“No! Get out!” She reached under her T-shirt for her panties.
“What’s wrong? What are your symptoms?”
“Wolfe! Get out!” There was a line. This was the line.
“What’s going on?” Caleb demanded.
“She’s sick,” Wolfe said.
“Get out. All of you! Please!”
Tears drifted down her face as she pulled off Wolfe’s hands and sat on the toilet. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with snot. She was a mess. Gross.
“Please. Just leave me.”
“No,” Wolfe said.
“I want to be alone.”
“You’re ill,” Wolfe stated. “You can’t be alone. You need someone to look after you.”
Then her humiliation was complete as she heard a female voice.
“Oh dear, is she ill? Perhaps you should keep some distance. It could be contagious.”
That bitch.
Even though she’d just been trying to convince them to leave her, she felt anger flood her as Marilyn tried to do the same thing.
“We won’t be doing that,” Aleki told her coolly. “But you should leave. Now.”
There was stony silence. She hoped that bitch was gone.
Then her stomach rumbled again.
“Everyone out!”
“I’m not leaving you.”
“On it,” Caleb told her. She glanced up at him with blurry eyes and he gave her a sympathetic gaze. “We’ll be outside if you need anything.”
He grabbed Wolfe and whispered something to him.
“Ahh. And she wants us to leave because of that?”
“Yes!” she cried, glaring at him.
“I thought there was no line,” Wolfe grumbled as he followed Caleb out.
“There’s a line!” There was most definitely a line.
* * *
Wolfe paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door. The sound of running water plus the plane’s engines drowned out all other sounds. She’d obviously turned on the tap in the sink. But the occasional groan coming from her made his stomach ache.
Fuck.
This is why he’d always worked so hard not to care. Not to get involved.
He couldn’t lose her again.
Wolfe knew he had abandonment issues. As a child, he’d been sent to see a psychiatrist after he’d stopped talking for two weeks. Had that been when he’d lived with Aunt Clara or Uncle Harry? No. It was Clara. She’d actually cared enough to try to fix him. Harry wouldn’t have noticed if he’d stopped talking for a year. Not that he’d lasted that long living with him and his horrid children.
He didn’t give a shit what label they gave it. All he knew was that he wasn’t letting anything happen to the people he let close.
He was furious with himself for letting her leave them eight years ago. He should have done whatever was necessary to keep her with them. But he’d been angry that she could just walk away. He’d told himself she wasn’t worthy.
But she’d proved that she was.
She’d put them first. Their safety.
Time for her to learn that wasn’t going to fly anymore. She came first.
“I don’t like this,” he stated.
“I get it, Wolfe,” Caleb replied. “None of us like to see her sick or in pain.”
“I mean, I don’t like having a door between us.” He had trouble with closed doors. Thanks to Aunt Janice who used to lock him in a closet when he got too weird or annoying. Strangely, he’d lasted with her the longest. Three years. That was just after his stay with Clara.
“Wolfe, we’ve talked about this. People need privacy sometimes, remember?” Caleb said patiently. “Particularly in the bathroom.”
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