Page 111 of Princes of Hollywood

“We should give her time to adjust to this.” Wyatt leans his head back. “She wanted to wait.”

I wish I had her turned around so the others could watch the flush of arousal working its way up her neck into her cheeks and down over her breasts. My cock twitches inside her, and she shifts her hips. My cock hardens more, eager to come again.

Fuck, I want her on her hands and knees, sucking off Aiden while I rail her from behind. So many fucking positions and things to try with her.

The others begin to talk logistics. But I realize I have a dilemma. Greer’s sleeping and aroused, and I really want to fuck her, but after this morning…

“I went down on Greer this morning while she was asleep and she freaked the fuck out.” I shift her on me a little and tip her sleeping face up so I can look at her. My chest softens. “She’s had some trauma in the past.”

When I look at the others, I have their full attention. We all guessed when we discussed sexual partners and what she’d done, willingly, in the past. I don’t know who hurt her, but I want to find him and tear him apart.

“Her ex grabbed her.” My fingers stroke over the bruises on her upper arm, marring her pale skin. “I don’t know if it was the first time. But I stepped in to protect her. She cried when we left. Like full-on meltdown. Not because that bastard put his hands on her, but because I protected her.”

I can’t betray her confidence. I can’t tell them about the murder basement or her confession that no one has protected her since she was a kid. But there are things that we need to know going forward. To help protect her.

“She’s strong, but we might be too much for her.” I don’t want to let her go, but I also don’t want to be the reason she’s more broken.

“I take it you don’t mean physically?” Mason leans his elbows on his desk. His gaze goes to the fragile girl in my arms.

I shake my head. Everyone remains quiet and thoughtful.

I’ve never really been a violent guy. I did sports in school. Got in stupid fights. But I’ve never wanted to hurt someone the way I want to hurt whoever hurt Greer. It doesn’t make sense, but it consumes me.

This is supposed to be a no-strings-attached fuck fest. I liked her from the start, and the more I get to know her, the more attached I’m becoming.

Me! The manwhore.

Fuck, we’ve known her a couple days and already she’s got us locked in tight without even trying. I’m not saying I want to marry her, but I’m definitely not letting her go.

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Movement wakes me. I open my eyes and meet Wyatt’s hazel eyes over Roarke’s shoulder. Blinking, I realize my naked body is against Roarke’s naked body and we’re moving up the stairs. There’s a blanket wrapped around me, though.

Yawning, I lift my head and find Aiden and Mason walking with us.

“Shh, poppet. We’re all going to bed.” Roarke’s hand strokes my back, and I let out a little sigh.

I rest my head on his shoulder and we pass by the now-empty kitchen. “How long was I asleep?”

Roarke chuckles. “You didn’t miss anything, poppet. Mase went up and made sure the cleaners were taken care of.”

My stomach grumbles. I should have eaten more dinner, but my nerves were frayed.

“Hungry, kitten?” Wyatt brushes my hair out of my face. “Take her and clean her up. I’ll bring up some snacks. Her room?”

“Yes, her room,” Mason answers.

I meet his intense gaze. My pussy pulses remembering him inside my mouth as Roarke remained deep inside me while the others watched. Need throbs between my legs, empty. My level of arousal alarms me. I’ve never been the type to go all night, but suddenly, my libido is on overdrive. I want them even now, when I should be satiated.

The door to my room opens and Roarke drops the blanket from around us. He repositions me to look him in the face.

“Up for another ride, poppet?” His blue eyes sparkle with mischief as the tip of his cock brushes my pussy.

I suck in a breath.

“Have you ever had shower sex?” Roarke grins.

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