“You think so?”
“Of course. Your dad probably misses you as much as you miss him. He does have a meeting with Brenn after dinner though to discuss some business,” Zander says, entering my room and joining me and Atlas on the bed.
“Do we have to be there?” Atlas immediately asks Zander.
“No, we’re good man. It’s something private.”
“Something we need to worry about?” Atlas asks, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Maybe later if Brenn can’t take care of it.”
“Want to maybe fill me in?” I snark at them. Both of their eyes widen as they look at me sheepishly.
“A shipment went missing,” Zander tells me, “But Brenn should hopefully be able to sort it and if he can’t then we’ll step up to help.”
“Think it was the Wedgewoods? Some sort of retaliation for Jane?” I question.
A pit of worry forms in my stomach as I scratch absent-mindedly at my wrist.
“Princess,” Zander growls, his hand snapping out and wrapping around my wrist halting my movements.
“Sorry.” I smile sheepishly at him.
“Do you need a distraction, Princess?” Zander asks me, his hand skimming up my arm over my shoulder.
My brain seems to completely short out from his attention, the trail from his fingers followed on my skin turning hot as arousal dampens my underwear.
“Answer your boyfriend Autumn,” Atlas demands from behind me, his fingers following a similar trail to Zanders on my opposite arm.
“Yes.”
“You good to join in?” Zander asks Atlas.
“I’ve not done it before but I’m up for trying new things,” Atlas replies confidently.
Atlas’s hand sinks into my hair, gently tugging it the way I love it. A moan slips from my lips.
“I love how responsive she is to the slightest touch, don’t you?” Zander says to Atlas as if I’m not even here.
“So responsive. I wonder what noises we can get her to make between us,” Atlas says, as he starts to undress me, still not acknowledging me even as they get me naked.
Zander’s eyes turn heated as he looks at my now naked body, his gaze trailing over me.
Any confidence issues I had about my scars disappeared months ago, my men have only ever made me feel beautiful.
I still get self-conscious in public about them when people stare, especially at the one on my neck. All of my men have only looked at me like I’m the most beautiful girl they’ve ever seen, they tell me every day too.
“Color?” Zander asks me, always checking in.
“Orange.”
Immediately everything pauses, and both men snatch their hands away from my body. Zander's eyes soften as he looks over me concerned.
“What’s wrong Princess?” Zander questions as he covers us all with the blanket.
Snuggling into the soft material, I look at my caring man. Loving that with one word, everything pauses. Atlas is silent behind me, his hand resting on my hip now as he lets Zander direct from here.
“I don’t know how I feel about you both not acknowledging that I’m here. It made me feel like I was being used,” I tell them.