Page 26 of You're ours now

“You didn’t think you could hide from me, did you, baby?”

I melt into a puddle of goo—Zayne called me baby for a second time. I’ve heard him call Julius baby from the comfort of my bed, and it would get me every time. His voice is as smooth as whiskey and can make me weak at the knees.

He smiles at me, and I wonder if I’m dreaming. That must be it. I will wake and this will all have been my imagination.

“Pinch me,” I whisper, and he chuckles.

“I’ll do one better,” he says, leaning down and nipping my jaw. “This is real, and since I found you first, I get to decide what to do with you.”

Zayne pushes to his knees and then stands, offering me his hand. Once he pulls me to my feet, he swoops in and throws me over his shoulder, his hand coming down hard on my ass.

“Oh,” I breathe out on a whimper.

Zayne walks us out of his room while shouting, “Hey, losers! I found our prize.”

He struts down the hall all the way to the living room, to where Julius and Storm are standing. Julius smiles and Storm looks like someone pissed in his cereal. He’s always been a sore loser.

“Does anyone have rope?” Zayne asks.

Storm’s scowl turns into a smirk. “I have cable ties.”

“That will work,” Zayne replies.

Storm walks over to the entry table, opens the drawer, and pulls them out. I internally roll my eyes, thinking of the numberof times I have told him to not put his work crap in there. It’s only for our keys and wallets.

Zayne sets me down on my feet. “Strip for us, baby. We want to get a good look at you.”

I shy away under the scrutiny of their gazes. If we do this now, there is no going back.

Storm strides over and hands Zayne the cable ties, then comes to stand directly in front of me. He reaches out and gently tucks my hair behind my ear. “Mellie, if you don’t want to do this, you only have to say so. You don’t need a safe word anymore. You say stop and we will.”

“I want to, but I’m scared I will be all in and you will change your minds. I don’t think I could recover from that kind of broken heart. You all mean too much to me.”

“Nineteen years ago, I asked you to marry me. I might have been a silly kid, but even back then I knew you were my future. I’m not going anywhere, Mellie. The next time I get down on one knee and ask that question, you won’t be able to tell me to wait until we are grownups. I’m all grown now, and I know exactly what I want—you.”

“Undress me,” I whisper, and he nods.

I look into his eyes as he runs his fingers down my arm, and they burn a trail on my skin with every torturous inch. My breath catches when he takes the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head, leaving me standing in my bra and pants. He doesn’t look away as he trails a finger down between my breasts, along my stomach, and to my jeans. My stomach dips as he undoes the button and pulls the zip down. The house is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. He squats in front of me, slowly running his hands up my denim-covered legs, and watching him does things to me no dream could ever replicate. This big, strong man is kneeling in front of me, undressing me, and gazing at me like I’m the most precious thing he has ever seen in his life. I wishthis moment would last forever. He hooks his fingers into my waistband and slides my jeans down my legs, then pulls them off me, one foot at a time.

A body moves behind me and pushes my hair over one shoulder, kissing the other side. “Can I take off your bra?” Julius murmurs, and I nod.

Before I can overthink it, Storm slides my thong over my hips, and though nerves teeter beneath the surface, I push them down. I have no reason to feel nervous around them; these men would die for me, and I’d do the same for them.

When I am unclothed, Storm steps back, and I chuckle when I see Zayne is also standing there buck naked. Storm turns and shakes his head.

“What? I couldn’t let her have all the fun. Besides, you’ll have to get very comfortable with my nakedness—now I’ll never have to wear clothes.”

“I have no issues with you being naked or fucking Julius, but you can both keep your cocks away from me.”

“Don’t worry, brother. You’re not my type,” Julius teases Storm.

“Stepbrother,” Zayne corrects. “I’m into some kinky shit, but relatives are where I draw the line.”

We all laugh, and I’m thankful for Zayne lightening the mood. “I think it’s only fair, since Zayne and I are naked, you two remove your clothes.”

“Oh no, baby, you’re not in charge here,” Zayne says, stepping forward. His cock is hard and I wish he would order me to my knees so I can have a taste.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks, and I nod. “I want you to take your gorgeous ass and lie down on that blanket bed. I have plans for you.”

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