Page 46 of My Ex-Fiance's Best Men
“Theo?” Dominic questions.
August has his sights set on me. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, Phoebe.”
“Hey, guys,” I shyly reply.
But Theo has other plans as he sweeps me off my feet and carries me up the stairs with barely a huff. “The bedroom, gentlemen. Now,” he tells the twins.
“What the hell are you doing?” I yelp a laugh, letting him carry me, curiosity and excitement filling me in equal measure.
“I told you, it’s time for some drastic measures, Phoebe. It’s the only way we’ll make you understand,” Theo declares as Dominic and August open the doors and we go inside, sweeping through the spacious foyer like a summer breeze.
“You’ve lost your mind,” I sigh, my heart racing.
The mere mention of a bedroom sent signals from my brain down to my core, anticipation eagerly building up inside me. My stomach tightens; my pulse quickens.
“I take it reasoning with her didn’t work,” Dominic chuckles as he heads up the stairs, the three of us not far behind.
“I tried,” Theo says. “I really did.”
“It’s fine,” August replies. “This works too.”
“What works?” I ask, trying to figure out what their plan B is.
The house is just as gorgeous as I remember, decorated in a simple but elegant nautical theme. White wood dominates, a generous variety of navy-themed textiles placed throughout. Everything about this place inspires the love for the sea; the freedom of cutting across the waves and feeling the wind in your hair.
The master bedroom is incredible. I hadn’t come in here when I visited before. I had no reason to.
My feet land on the hardwood floor as Theo gently sets me down. The windows are wide open, and a soft breeze blows through, causing the linen curtains to dance in the beams of sunlight.
“Here’s what you need to understand, Phoebe,” Theo says. “You’re not alone anymore. You can act like you’re alone, you can pretend as much as you’d like, but that’s just the old you struggling to stay in a comfort zone that isn’t all that comfortable. It’s habitual. But it’s not you anymore.”
“Okay, wow, thanks for the input, Dr. Phil,” I sarcastically reply.
The guys unbutton their shirts before turning their focus to me. I’m taken by surprise, undressed and dismantled with swiftgestures and slick moves, though I’m not doing much to stop them.
Dominic comes up, his fingers working the clasp on my bra as he kisses my lips, my cheeks, my forehead.
“Whatever comes next, we’re going to face it together,” he says. “I know you’re scared. I know you’ve never had to go against your family before. Not like this.”
“We’ve got some experience in that field,” August chimes in, coming up behind me to cup my breasts as my bra lands on the floor. His firm squeeze reminds me of what I’ve been missing, and my body is eager to react as I tilt my hips back. I feel him, hard against my buttocks.
“You’ve got… experience…”
“We’ve gone against family too,” Dominic explains. His fingers trace my collarbone, sliding over my shoulder and down my bare arm.
In the meantime, Theo slips out of his jeans, and I am briefly mesmerized by the engorged excitement on display. I can’t help but lick my lips, eager to taste him.
“Is this what you do?” I ask, my voice but a whisper. “You mess with my head to make me pliable. You corrupt my body so you can take my heart?”
“No, this is how we love the woman we chose,” Dominic says, his palms framing my face as he beckons me to look into his eyes.
Simultaneously, August hooks his fingers into my panties and pulls them down. The move is sudden and exhilarating. Liberating. Much like the freedom I described to Theo just minutes earlier. The freedom to be myself, to love my body asmuch as the men gathered around me do, hard and aching for me, and only me. To think I wanted to push them away, to shield myself from another heartbreak.
“We want your body,” August says, kneeling behind me. He spreads my cheeks and slides his tongue between my slick folds, tasting me, probing me, sending me into a heated frenzy.
“We want your heart, too. We will wrap it up in ours so no one can ever hurt you again,” Theo adds, kissing the side of my neck.
Dominic clasps my chin between his thumb and index finger as he nibbles on my lower lip. “Do you understand, Phoebe?”
