Page 122 of Princes of Hollywood

“Better now that you’re in my arms.” His hand rubs my bare arm, and tingles work their way through me.

My heart feels like it’s going to explode. Roarke snuggles up behind me.

“I love having my cock inside you, poppet.” His lips caress the back of my neck, stirring the embers a little, but I’m too tired.

“No fucking in my bed.” Mason’s voice is stern. “At least not tonight. Let’s let the poor woman rest so we can fuck her again tomorrow.”

Heat pours through me at his words, and then he turns off the lights. Darkness surrounds me, but so does the warmth of these guys. I take a deep breath. I can handle this.

Someone moves on the bed, and then there are footsteps on the wood floor. A light turns on in the bathroom and Wyatt closes the door so there’s a little glow around it and the room isn’t as dark.

“Better, kitten?”

My pulse quickens. They really need to stop treating me this good. I don’t know how I’ll ever leave them. “Thank you.”

I rest my head on Aiden’s chest, hearing his steady heartbeat. Roarke curls up behind me. Even though Wyatt and Mason aren’t touching me, I can still feel their presence. I’m safe and warm and protected.

I want to hold onto this feeling. I don’t want to sleep, but I’m exhausted.

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ROARKE

My hand curves over Greer’s hip, cradled against mine. My cock is hard, which isn’t surprising with the soft flesh of her ass pressing against it. It’s still dark in the room, but it’s probably sunrise. The party went late last night.

And the after-party was the best I’ve ever been to. Fuck, who knew fucking a woman with my friends would be so hot. I’ve been involved in a couple of threesomes, both with two women and with a woman and a man. But being with Greer was next level.

I slide my hand between her warm thighs. She’s got her leg wrapped around Aiden as they both sleep. When I cup her pussy, she whimpers slightly like a wounded animal.

Fuck.

Will she ever talk about what happened to her? She’s only twenty-one. I wish I couldn’t imagine what happened to a kid in the foster system. The terror on her face yesterday morning told me everything.

My poor poppet.

I move my hand back to her hip and kiss her bare shoulder, tracing the delicate bone with my tongue. She sighs and relaxes again between me and Aiden. Hmm. Maybe a more tactile approach.

Wyatt sits up and looks over at us. He raises an eyebrow as I kiss her shoulder again.

“Limits,” he says softly.

I rub her hip, but I’m not about to wake her up. She was exhausted when she came to bed last night. Wyatt’s right. I need to respect her limits, and this one isn’t one I can blow past. Not without freaking her out and maybe even driving her away.

Wyatt chuckles as he moves out of the bed. He slides his hand over her bare leg. His eyes soften when he looks at her sleeping face. She’s not like other women.

I’ve fucked twenty-one-year-olds before. It’s definitely not an age thing, because my poppet definitely isn’t a normal twenty-one-year-old. Yes, she doesn’t have a plan for her life, but how could she?

Her apartment was shit. Her boyfriend was shit. And I’m guessing her job was shit.

Whoever her friend is that gave her our number deserves a fucking finder’s fee. Greer needs us as much as we need her. I want to show her all the things she hasn’t experienced. Take her to premieres and parties. Show her off when she’s looking as gorgeous as she did last night.

Fuck, show her off when she’s barefaced and in baggy clothes.

Play with her in the ocean and the pool. Take her to a deserted island and play natives for a while. Fuck her everywhere and anywhere.

As passionate as she is, I can’t help but wonder why she hadn’t orgasmed with anyone else before. She’s responsive to our touch. So what held her back?

I’m not a fucking therapist, but I want to dig in her brain and find out how she ticks. I want to know everything about her. I want to make her smile and sigh and come so fucking hard she passes out.

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