Salem was calm and collected. He always had a plan. While Alexei was full of confidence. Nothing got to him.
Together, they had this.
They wouldn’t let him fall.
With them here, he felt more confident.
As if reading his mind, Salem nodded at him. “Tell her what you want, Roman. She can’t read your mind. And if she doesn’t want it, then she has a safeword.”
“Or you can show her,” Alexei added. “That’s always my preference.”
“We know,” Salem said. “Didn’t take you long to get your dick out. Hmm, I wonder what you could possibly want.”
He knew they were bantering to give him a moment to collect himself. And to distract Tamsyn. She let out a giggle, glancing up at him, sharing the moment with him.
He cupped her breast and her giggles morphed into a needy sigh.
Don’t be a coward.
She’s not being one.
“I want to taste you as well,” he told her.
“Oh, yes, please,” she said. “I want that too.”
Alexei snorted. “Of course you do, you needy thing.”
“Is that wrong?” she asked, tensing.
Roman glared at Alexei. He better not make her feel bad for her needs.
Alexei just grinned down at her. “Nope, it’s the best fucking thing in the world.”
“Ohh,” she said. “Good. Because I want that a lot.” Her gaze went to Salem, who smiled at her.
“After Salem, of course. He was there first.” Mortification filled him as he realized what he’d just said.
But she just giggled.
“Kiss me,” she whispered. “You’re so good at it.”
His chest puffed out like a rooster as he kissed her. Long and slow. Then faster.
Harder.
God. He was so hard that it hurt.
When he drew back he watched as Alexei played with her breast. His hand looked so huge against her small breast that it was almost comical.
He could break her so easily and yet she lay there between three grown men and let them do what they wanted.
There wasn’t a hint of worry on her face.
She was braver than him. And he was determined to be better. Do better.
Be what she truly deserved.
“Oh. Ohhh!” she cried out before Alexei turned her head toward him, his dick rubbing against her lips.