Page 12 of Filthy Rich Daddies
“I know, I know. Thanks for looking out for me, but I’ve got this. I’ll text youGiraffe, if things go sideways.”
“If things go sideways, I’ll send hotel security and the police, and they better hope I never get them alone in a room.”
“Thanks, big sis.” I hang up and square my shoulders, channel future museum curator energy, and walk back out.
They’re by the piano, suit jackets off. Dean’s rolled his sleeves—corded forearms, one tattooed—and Colin’s fiddling with his phone. But Tic’s dark gaze hits hard and suddenly, I have all their attention. When Dean smiles, it warms something deep inside of me. He stops playing the piano and reaches out. “Ready to try something new?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, sliding my palm into his.
The city outside keeps humming, but inside the suite, it’s just us. No need to be nervous, not really. Especially when Dean says, “We’ll keep kink out of it for now.”
“Sounds good.”
Tic steals my hand and leads me to the nearest bedroom. It’s as elegant and beautiful as the last room, but I don’t see anything other than the big white bed. Whatever is bigger than a king-size, that’s what this is. Plenty of room for everyone.
I bite my lip, dying to say what’s on my mind. When I meet their gazes, it just slips out. “I could use some help getting out of this dress.”
It’s true—the zipper is a tad awkward, being under my arm. But more than that, I was hoping that sentence would affect them. Since both Colin and Dean move to help me, I’m pretty sure it did.
Colin beats Dean to the punch, and as soon as the cool air hits my skin, I shiver. The dress is gorgeous—low-cut with champagne beadwork—and when it falls to the ground, I’m leftin an ivory lace set that Arabella swore looked good on me. If their faces are any indication, she was right.
All three have gone purely feral.
Tic softly asks, “Are you sure about this, Thalassa?”
“Yes.”
“Green, yellow, red, giraffe. Got it?”
I nod as he starts to undress. The others do too, Colin the first to approach me in his silk boxers. Dean and Tic have more muscle on them, but Colin is no slouch. He’s built like a volleyball player, lean and long. To my surprise, his right arm is covered in anime tattoos.
Dean too, though it’s the left arm and geometric work instead of anime. No tattoos on Atticus—just a series of gnarly scars I noticed earlier on his right knuckles and a few further up, like he reached into a bag of jagged rocks a long time ago.
Colin looms close. “Can I touch you?”
“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”
He softly chuckles, then cups my cheek and stares into my eyes. His thumb draws a line across my bottom lip. “You are even more beautiful in person. Don’t forget your safeword, Thalassa, or we might wreck you.”
Before I can ask what that means, he kisses me, stealing my breath. The sweet lime of his drink mingles with my brain, and the next thing I know, there are hands everywhere, touching, stroking. Strong hands brush my hair over my shoulder, and a hot mouth plants kisses on the nape of my neck. Hands scoot upfrom my ribs to my tits over the bra, fingers gently pinching my nipples through the lacy fabric.
This is more than I have ever done with anyone, and it feels so good that I’m not sure why I’ve waited this long.
I pull Colin with me as I back onto the bed until I’m lying flat with him on top of me. My blood heats my veins with every kiss, every grind through our clothes. I feel like I have a fever, but in a good way. The strong hands make another appearance, scooting beneath my shoulders to pull me further up the bed, and then all three of them are there, surrounding me, watching me. Waiting.
All I have to do is nod, and Colin unclips the front clasp on my bra before he tastes the newly revealed skin. His wet mouth feels so good. Tic and Dean each take a pinch of my underwear and pull down, careful not to get in Colin’s way, as if they’ve done this a thousand times.
Maybe they have. Colin hits a spot that makes me gasp loudly, and Dean chuckles lowly and kisses me. He doesn’t kiss like Colin—Dean is lazier about it, as if we have all the time in the world. It’s heady.
Or maybe that’s Colin, prying my thighs wide open. “I need a taste.”
I nod, not entirely certain what I’m agreeing to, just certain that it’ll feel good. And I’m right. His mouth makes me gasp on Dean’s lips. I’m so wet I’m worried Colin might drown.
Ooh, can’t think about that right now.
And then Tic is there, his big hands on my tits, then splayed over my stomach and sliding down until he reaches my clit. Colin’s moved lower, his tongue diving in and out of me while Tic works.I’m not sure which way is up, but heat and bliss pulse down low, and I’m adrift on every sensation.
It’s not long before that familiar throb I usually only ever feel alone in my bed aches through me. I clutch onto Dean like a lifeline, rocking myself against Colin and Tic until that spark becomes a roaring fire in my bones. I come so hard I see stars.
