Page 20 of Risky Taste
I mumble an apology but he’s quick to push back. “No need for that Noah. We’re working within your parameters, not ours. And whatever that means, wherever your comfort level is, that’s where we meet you.”
Heat surges to my cheeks, my ears burning as I curl tighter into Sebastian’s chest, hiding from their stares. It dawns on me then—they’re all shirtless, a trio of bare skin and muscle and tattoos. Sebastian’s free hand roams, sliding to the hem of my jeans, his fingers teasing the strip of skin above my waistband. Agasp tears from my throat, the rough pad of his thumb brushing my hip, sending a shiver up my spine. My back arches against him, involuntarily, a silent cry that draws Logan and Declan’s attention. Their eyes darken, fixed on Sebastian’s touch, and my stomach twists, desire warring with the dread clawing at my throat.
I untangle myself from Sebastian, holding up a hand, not entirely against whatever is about to happen but there’s alsosand. Unfortunately, pushing him away gives all of them the wrong idea. It’s like I just added tension to the moment, each of them frozen, waiting for me to tell them what I want. “I’m not having sex on the beach,” I blurt out, groaning with embarrassment the moment the words leave my mouth.
Declan snorts, Logan’s laughter hitting the air seconds later. “Bunny, no one’s having sex on the beach. There are just some places we don’t want sand. However, spending time with you away from Kurt was what we had in mind.”
I narrow my gaze at the three of them, knowing full well there’s something else. That’s when Sebastian steps up to me again, one of his hands moving to undo the top button of my jeans, the slow rasp of my zipper jolting me back to reality. “Tell me if you want to stop, babe.”
“We just agreed that…”
“There’s no sand involved with this, love,” Sebastian purrs in my ear as his fingers slip inside my pants, brushing against me. I jerk forward, a whine escaping my throat as his thick hand wraps around me. “Tell me, Noah. Tell me that you want this. Us.” His lips press to my ear again, sucking gently on my lobe, his strokes slowly unraveling me.
I ride the feeling, my body trembling, my hands clawing at him as the pleasure builds. “Holy fuck. Yes.” The terror of Kurt actually following through with all of his threats lingers in theback of my mind but it’s a little hard to focus with Sebastian stroking my cock, a ragged breath falling from my lips.
His lips drift to my neck, warm and insistent, nipping at the tender skin, sucking until it stings, until I’m melting beneath him, a trembling puddle of want in his grip. My pulse races, a frantic thud against my ribs, and I feel the familiar heat building in my lower belly. “I’m going to—” My voice breaks, a desperate cry spilling out as my body tenses, teetering on the brink.
Declan’s there in an instant, his body pressing close at my side, his thick arousal grinding against my thigh through his shorts. He steals my cry with a kiss, his lips crashing into mine, swallowing every whimper as I shudder against them. His tongue claims my mouth and I lose myself in it, my climax barreling closer. Sebastian doesn’t falter, his hand milking me through the wave, drawing out every pulse as I spill into his fist, my body quaking with release.
A third presence slides against my other side, Logan’s bare chest brushing my arm, his lips finding the other side of my neck. His mouth is softer, a teasing graze of teeth and tongue, but it’s no less consuming. All three of them surround me, their skin slick with sweat, their breaths mingling with mine, devouring me until I can’t take it.
I squirm, a raw need for air clawing at my chest, and pull free, staggering back a step. My legs tremble as I turn to face them, Sebastian’s eyes locking on mine, and then he lifts his hand, sliding two glistening fingers into his mouth. He sucks them clean, his tongue curling around them, a moan tearing from my throat in response.
Heat explodes through me, a fresh surge that burns my cheeks, my ears, and my neck where their lips have marked me. Memories flood in—Sebastian on his knees, his green eyes blazing up at me as I unravel beneath his touch, my hands tangled in his hair. Me on my knees for him, tasting the salt ofhis skin. My gaze drops to the bulge straining against his swim shorts, my mouth watering from the mixture of memories and fantasies currently giving me the confidence not to fall apart.
Declan chuckles, catching the drift of my thoughts. “Today’s just for relaxing. A little bit of beach time. A nice lunch. Maybe a nap. You need something different with your routine.”
“You just didn’t want to deal with math,” I joke, my voice rough, frayed at the edges as I try to claw back some semblance of control.
He snorts, stepping closer. “Sure, that’s part of it. But I also just really wanted to do this.” His lips find my neck again, latching onto the tender spot below my ear, sucking hard, a deliberate pull that sends a shiver racing down my spine.
“That’s going to bruise tomorrow,” I whisper, my hands flying to cover the marks, panic surging as Kurt’s face flashes in my mind. He’ll see them, those purple stains blooming on my skin. As much as I want to be selfish, I also don’t want to suffer for it.
Logan reaches for me, pulling me down onto a blanket that was set up before we arrived. There’s an adorable little picnic basket off to the side, their shirts piled beside it. “Noah. That’s not the only place we can give you a hickey,” he murmurs, his blue eyes glinting with mischief.
“Why are you like this?” I whine, but a smile tugs at my lips, letting them know I’m not angry. Not at this—not at them turning my morning into something alive, something I can feel through the numbness.
Sebastian and Declan crowd around me, their bodies close, radiating heat as they unpack cold breakfast spreads—fruit, sandwiches, a thermos of coffee. Logan then answers my question. “Because. We’ve been holding out for years. Now we finally get to show you. This is only the tip of the iceberg. Noah. Look at me.” I lift my gaze, meeting his, and the intensity there steals my breath. “For now, we won’t tell Kurt. We don’t wantyou getting hurt or suffering his wrath. But we’re not going to stay your secret forever. If and when he does find out, that’s a choice you’ll have to make.”
I’ve already seen a glimpse of how Kurt will react and it isn’t pretty. However, once again, these men are telling me that this relationship ismychoice, not Kurt’s, not theirs.
In the last day and a half, they’ve made me feel something, a flicker of worth in the dark void I’ve been sinking into. They held me through the hardest day, Ronny’s absence a raw wound that bleeds every time I breathe. I see his face when I close my eyes, the friend I couldn’t save. And while that pain is still front and center, it’s easier to breathe with these three around me.
Moving too fast? Probably. But I’ve been seeking comfort for so damn long that it’s too easy to sink into the first person who offers me safety. I know that’s not why I want to be with these men, not just for the control and strength they’re offering but I would be stupid to think it’s not part of it.
Meeting their gazes, one by one, I realize that they already know that. And that’s also one of the reasons they’re here. Because unlike Kurt, my suffering isn’t news to them. Sebastian has been aware of it since they left, those phone calls giving him a window into my pain. No doubt he shared that information with the other two in some part, each of them seeing into the darkness I’ve tried so hard to hide from everyone else.
Declan leans closer, running a hand up and down my back, giving me a lifeline to relax into. “It doesn’t have to happen all at once, sweetheart. Just one step at a time. Now, let’s eat all these delicacies that Logan spent hours putting together.”
My nose turns up as I stare down at the sandwiches. “Why did they take hours?” I pick one up, inspecting it, seeing the sharp edges that must have been cut out by a cookie cutter or a bread knife.
Sebastian’s laughs tears my attention from the carbs. “Because Logan sucks when it comes to anything in the kitchen. I supervised so I know it’s not poisonous. As for the taste? Good luck.” That softens the mood immensely, a smile tugging at my lips as I stuff the little sandwich into my mouth and then grimace.
Yeah, Logan’s no longer allowed to make me food.
Chapter thirteen
SEBASTIAN
