Page 121 of Princes of Hollywood

Roarke sits up, and his heated gaze falls to where Wyatt is still buried deep inside me.

Aiden leans in and takes my breast into his hot mouth. I moan as the feeling cascades down to my pussy. Mason takes my other nipple into his mouth. Roarke strokes his cock as he watches them.

It’s nothing like I imagined, and my body falls over the edge. Wetness drenches my thighs as I cry out, “Wyatt!”

“Shh, kitten, it’s okay.” He thrusts in deep again, rubbing that spot, and my orgasm keeps going. I arch into the others’ mouths, crying out. Groaning, he comes again, holding me still against him as he pumps me full of his cum.

I can barely breathe as I come down. Mason and Aiden sit back on the bed. I meet all three of their eyes. Roarke comes toward me and cups my face.

“You’re so beautiful, Greer.” He kisses me softly as Wyatt pulls out of me. I whimper. The fullness is gone.

Roarke slides his fingers inside my pussy, and I gasp into his mouth. He chuckles against my lips. “Our cum belongs inside you, poppet.”

The shades of blue in his eyes hold me captive while everyone moves around us.

The shower turns on, and Wyatt draws me back against him.

“Time to clean up, kitten.”

Roarke draws his fingers out of me and holds them up to my lips. “Want a taste?”

Without dropping my eyes from his, I take his fingers into my mouth, tasting their salty cum and myself, trying to memorize this taste and the feel of them for later when I’m alone. Roarke groans as his eyes flare with heat.

“I think I’m going to like keeping you, poppet.”

My heart skips. No one has ever kept me. He draws his fingers out of my mouth and takes my lips with his, kissing me breathless again.

Wyatt lifts me in his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He sets me down in the shower and gently works on undoing the braids in my hair while I lean against him, needing him to hold me up because my legs tremble.

“You okay, kitten?”

“Yes. Better than okay.” I’m going to like this too much. I’m afraid when it’s time for me to leave, I won’t want to.

By the time Wyatt washes me gently and dries me, I’m almost asleep on my feet. I brush my teeth while Wyatt French braids my hair. When I finish with my teeth, I just watch him.

He’s a giant behind me in the mirror. Him running his hands through my hair comforts me. When he finishes, he wraps his arms around my shoulders and draws me back against his warmth.

“You’re amazing, kitten.”

Mason comes in with silky panties, shorts, and a camisole. Wyatt kisses my head and walks out of the bathroom. Mason dresses me and then leads me out of my bedroom and down the hall to his.

I glance over my shoulder at Aiden’s door. Will he be okay without me? Will he sleep? Will he wander and get in his head over seeing Siobhan tonight? Will crossing the line with me make him cross the line with his addiction?

Mason’s door is open, and low voices reach me. Mason pushes the door the rest of the way open, and I see Aiden, Roarke, and Wyatt on the bed with their boxers on.

“We figured tonight everyone would want to sleep with you.” Mason draws me back against his warm chest. “My bed is big enough.”

Warmth fills my chest. They all want to sleep with me? I shouldn’t let myself get too comfortable, but I’m already all in on this thing. Mason brushes a kiss over my hair and leads me over to the guys.

Aiden offers me his hand and I take it, crawling on the bed to be next to him.

“How are you?” we both say at the same time.

I blush, and he pulls me into his arms where he rests against the pillows.

“Let’s start with you,” Aiden says.

“I’m good.” I breathe in his citrus scent, and with everything that happened at the party tonight followed by us all fucking, I’m barely keeping my eyes open. “You?”

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