I open the app for the exterior cameras on my phone and check now that everyone is inside. We have a security service, but I like to be aware of what’s happening. There’s this white car that goes by every day.
Could be paparazzi or just someone from the neighborhood. I’ve been trying to make out the plates, but with the camera angles, I never get a good image of the plate.
“Fine.” Zoe’s gaze darts to the stairs. “Everyone went to shower. Entertain me, Mason. I’m bored.”
“Go find someone to do, ZoZo. Or I’m sure you could go shopping with Mommy’s credit card.” I pour my coffee and take a sip.
“That’s rude.” She pouts again, which only reminds me that she’s still a little girl even at twenty-one. A spoiled rich one. “I’m waiting to have lunch with my new friend.”
The difference between Zoe and Greer is night and day. Greer is a survivor. Zoe’s worst day was when her nail broke before prom.
I change to the hallway camera on my phone. Maybe Greer will let me put a security camera in her room.
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GREER
Swimming was fun but exhausting. We all head upstairs to take showers while Zoe goes downstairs to change. Aiden gives me a wink before he disappears into his room.
Having their hands on my bare skin constantly and brushing against their hard muscles has me heated as I go into my bedroom. I stop at my dresser and pull out shorts, a large T-shirt, panties, and a bra. The bathroom is much bigger than the one I shared with Chad.
Even the vanity is extralong, having plenty of space on either side of the sink. I set my clothes down and start the shower.
My thoughts go back to their hands on me. What would it be like to let them touch me even more? I’m curious, but after spending a day in their presence, I’m on edge and horny as hell. I bite my lip.
I could just help myself to take the edge off. It would be easier than walking around a ticking time bomb. They definitely will make me want more. If I’m going to help myself, I want to make sure no one’s waiting for me on my bed again.
I open the door to the bedroom and step out. Roarke slips into my bedroom and closes the door. He’s dressed in a shirt and shorts, and his wet hair has been combed back. His eyes lock on me.
I’m not shocked to find him sneaking into my bedroom. He was on my bed yesterday, which is the reason I decided to check. But he really should stop coming into my bedroom uninvited.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” I whisper. I’m not sure why I whisper. No one else can hear me.
His lips curve into that notorious grin as he closes the distance between us. “You looked needy, poppet. Like you have an itch to scratch. I wanted to offer my services.”
Services? Fuck, he smells divine after showering. The rich scent of sandalwood heats my insides, stirring my lust. His warm hands drop to the waist above my bikini bottoms. I hiss at the contact of his skin against mine as my pussy throbs.
His head dips toward mine.
“Roarke.” I need to be firm about this. Boundaries are important.
His mouth takes mine. Yeah, I suck at boundaries. He backs me into the bathroom. When his tongue traces the seam of my lips, I part them and let him in because, fuck, he’s a good kisser. He lifts me and my ass comes down on the counter.
His mouth trails down my neck. “Do you know how hot you look in this swimsuit, poppet? Your breasts. Your ass. This waist. I’ve been hard for you since you walked outside.”
“Just what every girl wants to hear.”
He latches onto my neck, sucking and biting. Moaning, I’m getting wetter by the second here. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let him rile me up more before I kick him out. Give me more material to get me there.
“Tell me, poppet. Have you ever come with anyone before me?” His fingers toy with the edge of the bikini bottoms as his blue eyes lock on mine.
I could lie, but I hate lying. It’s too hard to keep track of. Besides, the multiple times adults lied to me growing up soured me on the experience.
This is personal. No one else knows, so no one would catch me in the lie. This isn’t really something someone would figure out, but he asked, and I’d rather be honest.
“No.”
His eyes light up like he’s won the Oscar for best actor. “We don’t have to fuck, but I want to make you come again. May I do that, poppet?”