Page 113 of Princes of Hollywood

The shower door opens and Wyatt holds a towel open for me.

“Go on, poppet. I can’t keep you forever.” Roarke smacks my ass.

I step into the towel and Wyatt’s arms. I glance back at Roarke and he’s washing off the soap. He winks, and my pussy throbs. Forever would be okay.

Shit, yeah, no, no forever. No entanglement. Wyatt’s hazel eyes watch me with a smile. His hands rub the towel over me, not missing an inch.

“Sore, kitten.” He pat dries my pussy with the towel.

I shake my head. Just the few inches I took of his cock stretched me. I’d be up to try again.

His eyebrow lifts. “We all need to talk first, kitten, but if you’re still in the mood after…”

His mouth claims mine as he drops the towel and grabs my ass to draw my naked body against his clothed one. I press up on my tiptoes as he leans down. After a few uncomfortable seconds, he lifts me against him. Squealing, I wrap my legs around his waist.

Kissing me, he carries me into the bedroom and lowers me onto the bed. I release him and he gives me a look that promises so much more that I ache.

“Come here, mouse.” Mason holds out his hand to me and I go willingly to him. He sits on the edge of the bed next to Aiden. “This will be less distracting with you clothed.”

He holds out a pair of panties for me. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I step into them and he draws them up. They’re not mine, and they look expensive.

I lift an eyebrow at Mason and he chuckles darkly.

“I may have confiscated your old panties and bras and replaced them with some new ones.” He slides his hand over the silky material covering my ass. His gaze roams over me freely before he holds up a negligee.

“I have pajamas,” I protest. The nightgown is little more than a slip that will just cover my ass by half an inch.

“Not like this.” He slips it over my head and the silk falls softly over my curves, held up by thin straps and covering the panties. “Now behave and have a seat.”

When I go to sit next to him, he pulls me down onto his lap, turning me so I face Roarke and Wyatt leaning against the wall. Roarke has a towel wrapped around his waist and a smirk on his lips.

Aiden sits next to me and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Good, little warrior?”

I nod and search his haunted blue eyes. “You?”

He nods. I don’t want to push on Aiden’s boundaries. But giving up his kisses is tragic. I’ll deal with it. We’ve talked about it. It’s for the best and not forever.

Wyatt steps forward and grabs a plate of cut fruit and raw veggies off the nightstand and hands it to me. “Eat, kitten.”

“Thank you.” I give him a grateful smile and set the plate on my lap. His gaze follows my hand as I pick a strawberry up and pop it into my mouth.

Mason grabs the pages off my nightstand and holds them in front of me. “This is a list of what we would like to do to you. You can put no next to any you aren’t curious about. It’s a fairly comprehensive list that gets detailed.”

I nod and take a bite-sized piece of broccoli next from my plate.

“Read it over and fill in your answers by Monday. For now, I’m going to list some of the things we’re most interested in. I want to know if you’ve done them with a consenting partner. Do you understand, little mouse?”

I nod and swallow. I pick up a raspberry and eat it. Consenting.

They aren’t asking to know everything. They aren’t digging into my past. But tonight with those two men here in this house, I feel exposed. Was some of it consenting? It’s complicated, and some of it doesn’t seem real.

I don’t dwell on the past because it only hurts me. When Roarke’s and Wyatt’s cocks were inside me, it was easy to forget about the nightmares from my past. But now, Mason wants me to differentiate.

Consenting only. Fuck.

Chapter 30

Late Night Talking

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