Three Irish Brothers: A Reverse Harem Romance (Quick & Dirty Book 1) Page 17

  “Say yes,” he whispers against my mouth.

  The last of my self-control slips. All my excuses turn to smoke and dust. He’s won.

  “Yes.”

  Heat and triumph flare in his eyes. He lets out a low growl from deep in his throat and finally—finally—closes his mouth over mine.

  Once again, my mind shuts down. My world closing into this safe space in between his strong arms. My sun is his mouth, hot and demanding, his tongue is the lap of oceans caressing against mine.

  It is devastating. All-consuming.

  All concerns over my career, my job…my secrets disappear.

  I run my hands greedily over his broad shoulders and down his firm chest. My God. I have never felt a man so hard and chiseled.

  Without warning, he pulls back. “Wait,” he breathes.

  I want to scream at him for stopping. I let out a whimper. “You spent all that time priming me and now you want to wait? Oh, God. You actually are a virgin.”

  He chuckles before leaning his head on mine. “Not quite a virgin. There’s just one…condition that I have. It’s non-negotiable.”

  “A condition?”

  “I can’t…won’t proceed if the condition is not met.”

  I frown. He waited until I was putty in his hands to spring a fucking condition on me?

  “It’s unconventional,” he says, “but if you just take a moment to consider it, I’m sure you’ll find it a pleasant condition.”

  It’s unconventional. I take in a long breath that is supposed to calm me. It doesn’t work. My mind running rampant, shoving images of red rooms and foot fetishes in my head. What the hell is he about to spring on me?

  “What is it?”

  “It’s for our protection, you see? Yours and mine.”

  “Grayson…”

  “Chase and Nicolai. They’ll have to be…present for our time together.”

  What?

  Stay calm, Sophia. He doesn’t mean it in the way that you think he does. Right?

  “What does that mean…present?”

  “They will be there. In the same room. With us.”

  “While we’re…?” Naked???

  He nods.

  Holy motherfucking shit.

  My eyes bulge out of my head. I try to push away from him, but he won’t let go of me. “You…you want an audience? Is this like a thing you need to get off?”

  He shakes his head. “No. They won’t be there for me. Just…for you.”

  I freeze.

  For. Me?

  How the hell would that even work?

  “Will...” I clear my throat, which has gone dry, “will they just be watching or will they be…?”

  Will they be touching me, too?

  Kissing me?

  Fucking me?

  “Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he says. “If you don’t want them touching you, they won’t. But if you do…” The promise is clear in his eyes.

  Three men. And not just three men, but three strong, beautiful men. All handsome and sexy in their own way.

  All for me.

  All at once.

  Three sets of hands. Three tongues. Three d—

  Touching me.

  Licking me.

  Filling me.

  A surge of need slams through me. I have to fight to keep breathing even as my mind is protesting. I’ve never even entertained the idea of more than one man at once. Never even thought it was something I wanted.

  Until now…

  I can’t even believe I am considering it. It’s crazy. Lunatic. I must have gone mad.

  “Is this something you do…often?” I ask, my voice weak. My legs are weak, too. If Grayson didn’t still have his arms around me, I’d be on the floor.

  “Sometimes.”

  My eyes bug out of my head. “How many times?” My question comes out as a squeak.

  He crushes me even more firmly against him. “Never with someone I’ve wanted as much as you.”

  “W-Why?”

  His purses his lips. “Does it matter?”

  No. Yes.

  If this ever got out, the public would crucify him. The scandals that his younger brother gets into would pale in comparison. How he could risk such a thing…?

  “What if…what if I go telling people—”

  “I trust you won’t. Besides, you’ve already signed a Non-Disclosure Agreement.”

  I had earlier, as part of the crown prince’s requirements for the entire hotel staff. Neither I, nor any other staff member, could speak about his time here to anyone. Especially the media. I didn’t think in a million years that I’d have something this big to keep secret.

  “I…I don’t know,” I say truthfully, my body and head feeling like they are brawling with each other, with themselves.

  Grayson nods. “You need to think about it. I understand.”

  Before I know what’s happening, he’s leading me to the door of the suite with one arm around my shoulders.

  He pauses at the door and turns towards me. “You have until tomorrow. I hope you say yes.”

  He leans in to press a soft kiss on my lips, nothing like the kisses that came before it.

  It’s like getting a drop of water after sipping the finest wine. I want—need—more.

  Grayson opens the door for me and I step outside the suite automatically. Nicolai is standing opposite the doorway. There is a weariness to his stare. Despite that, I can see the hunger that simmers underneath the calm surface as he rakes his eyes over my body. A shiver of fear and lust goes through me.

  I take another step forward and wobble. My feet in my heels unsteady. Chase takes my arm from where he was standing to the right of the door.

  He looks down at me, his smile warm and comforting. “Let me walk you to the elevator.”

  I can’t do anything but let him guide me, the heat from his arm soaking into my skin, sparking images of his hands exploring my body.

  The elevator doors open. Before Chase lets me go, he leans down to whisper in my ear. “It could be really fun, if you let it.”

  Oh. Shit.

  I step into the elevator, my head spinning.

  Before the doors close I spot Nicolai standing over Chase’s shoulder. And Grayson in the doorway. All three gods among men.

  And they all want me.

  Naked.

  I am so royally screwed.

  I barely sleep that night. I’m too hot and I can’t stop thinking about Prince Grayson’s proposition.

  I give up on sleep an hour before the sun comes up. I need to cool the hell off. Which is how I find myself doing laps in the indoor pool before the break of dawn. The pool is situated on one of the upper levels and has floor-to-ceiling windows all around it. During the day the view is phenomenal, a full 180-degree view of the Monacan coast, but right now, the stars are still out. I’ve left the main lights off and turned the changing rooms lights on so I’m bathed in just a glow.

  Otherwise it’s dark. No one else is here and it’s deathly quiet; just what I needed. All the guests are tucked in their beds and the skeleton staff have plenty of other things to do than to hang around the pool.

  Three handsome, muscular men. And they’re willing to go as far as I want them to.

  Could I do it?

  The idea of it excites and terrifies me all at once, coursing through my body along with adrenaline as I pull myself through the water.

  After tiring myself out mentally and physically, I climb out of the pool and dry myself off. I’m still out of my mind as I walk towards the changing rooms. I don’t notice the man stepping in front of me until I am almost bumping into him.

  “Oh, sorry, I—”

  Prince Grayson.

  I suck in a gasp. He’s standing there wearing just a set of black swim shorts that look like briefs, his entire body on display. He looks like a fitness model, all thick, defined muscles. No idle fat princes here. This man is 100% rock solid muscle. Rounded shoulders, defined biceps and, Jesus,
who knew that forearms could be this sexy? Wide lats and the most incredible six pack accented with those glorious V muscles that point to his—

  Oh my God, Sophia, don’t look there!

  Too late. His (already) impressive package seems to grow in the two seconds that I stare at it.

  Then again, I felt it against me last night. I shouldn’t be surprised at the size.

  Will that thing even fit?!

  I tear my eyes away and look up, only to find he’s watching me. How he manages to look amused and intense at the same time is a friggin’ talent.

  “So…you couldn’t sleep either?” he says.

  I shake my head. At least I’m not the only one losing sleep.

  “Too bad you’re just finishing up,” he says, “I would have liked to have…worked out with you.”

  The suggestiveness to his tone is too much. My body heats from my head to my toes. I might have a swimsuit on but I feel naked. My nipples harden to diamond points, desire painting a hot flush all over my skin. I have to get out of here before I embarrass myself further.

  “I-I have to go.”

  I try to brush past him but he grabs my arm in a hold that manages to be gentle yet firm at the same time. He steps in close, so damn close, his unclothed body is like an open flame against my skin, so much more intense than last night.

  “Have you thought any more about my offer?”

  It’s all I’ve thought about.

  “I…I’m still thinking about it.”

  “Well, let me make my closing argument.”

  He slides his hands around my back, his touch searing against my bare skin. I am helpless as he leans down for a kiss.

  His tongue licks across the seam of my lips and I let him in without thinking. This was a mistake. His tongue caresses mine. I groan and melt against him, almost ready to completely give in. His hand shifts around my waist then over the curve of my ass.

  He pulls back with a groan. “This body will be the end of me.”

  Ditto, Your Highness.

  I refrain from digging my nails into his chest like I’m desperate to and pulling him back for another kiss.

  “I think that was a very good closing argument,” I admit with a sigh.

  The corner of his lip quirks up. “That was just the opening of my closing argument.”

  He claims my lips again and I am made liquid heat at the talent of his tongue and his powerful presence all around me. His hand slides around my ass then my hip, tracing the edge of my swimsuit until he rubs along that aching spot between my legs.

  “Someone will see,” I gasp, partly from shame, partly because the pleasure flooding through me just from his fingers outside the fabric is like heaven.

  He chuckles in my ear. “That’s the point.”

  What?

  I suck in a breath when I realise what he means. Chase and Nicolai. “They’re…here?”

  Grayson steps around me, his hands sliding around my body like a moving cage, then holds me from behind. “Watching. Yes.”

  I freeze. Anxiety creeping across me like a frost. I scan the dim of the pool room. I can’t see them, but I know they’re here. I think that’s the point. Grayson’s getting me used to this…idea.

  One of Grayson’s hands slides into the top of my swimsuit, pushing off one shoulder to expose my breast to the air. I didn’t think it was possible, but my nipple hardens even further.

  “You are so lovely,” he whispers in my ear. “Too lovely to keep hidden.”

  His other hand slips between my legs from the front and underneath the fabric of my suit, the edge of the suit cutting into the backs of my thighs to accommodate his hand.

  His fingers slide all along my slit.

  “All you have to do is to say ‘stop’ and I will.”

  He’s pushing my boundaries. Testing them. Letting me see how far he can push my limits.

  “I…” can’t.

  All arguments die in my throat when his finger slides inside me.

  I groan, long and low, shuddering against the heat of his back. How can his touch sate me and starve me all at once? I need more.

  As if he hears my thoughts, he begins to thrust his finger in and out of me, slowly at first, his other hand alternating between cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples between his fingers.

  Pleasure ricochets throughout my body and I squeeze my eyes shut. My moaning echoes throughout the empty pool room, moaning that I know is being listened to by two other men I can’t see.

  Are they getting turned on by my sounds? Are their dicks getting hard just like Grayson’s against my back? Are they wishing it was their hands on me?

  Are they…touching themselves?

  Getting off on me?

  My skin breaks out in goosebumps at these thoughts.

  “Open your eyes, Sophia,” Grayson murmurs in my ear as he continues his assault on my body. “Let them see what I’m doing to you.”

  Behind closed eyes I am safe. I can convince myself that this is just a fantasy. That the two bodyguards aren’t really here. Am I brave enough to watch the watchers?

  But for some reason I want to obey Prince Grayson. He has a way of asking, no, commanding things that makes me want to bow down and submit.

  I open my eyes.

  At first, I don’t see the other two men. Just shapes and shadows in the dim pool room. Then, as my eyes adjust, their figures become clear.

  Chase, the shorter of the two, is standing by the doors to the elevator. I can just make him out, what I’ve come to think of as his trademark smirk on his face.

  Nicolai is standing by the window, his huge body outlined against the dusk on the horizon like some kind of morning god.

  My skin prickles with the heat of their stares.

  “She is so fucking beautiful, Grayson.” I recognise Chase’s voice.

  Nicolai says nothing, but I can see his hand moving against the bulge of his pants.

  They want me.

  All three of them want me.

  My body aches in response… I want them, I realise.

  All three of them.

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