Page 103 of Six of Hearts
Aria
The beach house was stunning—all glass and modern lines, perched right on the edge of the Atlantic. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see dark clouds gathering on the horizon, the ocean churning restlessly beneath them. A storm was coming.
Perfect.
"What do you think?" Noah asked, coming up behind me and sliding his arms around my waist.
"It's beautiful," I said, but my voice came out breathier than I intended. The two-hour drive had been torture. Gabriel's hand on my thigh, inching higher. Ronan's eyes on me in the rearview mirror. Liam's whispered promises of what they'd do to me once we arrived.
"You've been teasing us all day," Noah murmured against my neck, his lips soft despite the edge in his voice. "That little sundress. No bra. Did you think we wouldn't notice?”
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said innocently, but I couldn't suppress my smile.
His hand slid down to grip my hip, hard enough to make me gasp but gentle enough that I could feel the care behind it. "Liar." He kissed my neck. "My beautiful liar.”
The front door opened and the others filed in with bags. Gabriel's eyes found mine immediately, dark and hungry, but there was something else there too—a question. Making sure I was ready for what was coming.
I nodded slightly, and his expression shifted into pure heat.
"Bedrooms are upstairs," he said, his voice rough. "But I don't think we're going to make it that far."
"No," Ethan agreed, dropping his bag and stalking toward me with that playful grin that made my stomach flip. "We're not. If that's okay with you, baby."
My heart started racing. There was something different in the air tonight—something rawer, more primal. Maybe it was the isolation, the empty beach stretching for miles in either direction. Maybe it was the storm building outside. Or maybe we'd all just been holding back too long.
"More than okay," I breathed.
“Colour?" Gabriel asked, and I loved him for it—for checking even when my answer was obvious.
"Green. So fucking green.”
"Strip," he commanded, but his hand came up to cup my face first, his thumb brushing my cheek. "Show us what's ours."
I hesitated for just a second—not because I didn't want to, but because I loved the flash of dominance in his eyes when I made him wait. The way it mixed with affection, with love.
"Now, Aria." His voice was steel wrapped in velvet.
My hands went to the hem of my dress. I pulled it over my head slowly, revealing that I'd worn nothing underneath except a tiny scrap of lace that barely qualified as panties.
"Fuck," Julian breathed. "You're so beautiful it hurts to look at you."
"Those too," Gabriel said, nodding at my panties, but his eyes were soft even as his voice stayed firm.
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down, stepping out of them and standing completely naked in themiddle of the living room. Six pairs of eyes devoured me, but I didn't feel exposed—I felt worshipped.
"On your knees," Ronan said, and when I looked at him, I saw the vulnerability beneath the command. The need. "Please, baby."
I sank down onto the hardwood floor, my pulse thundering. This was different from New Year's. This was them unleashed, but it was also them completely present, completely focused on me.
Ronan approached first, already unbuckling his belt. His hand came to my face, tilting my chin up.
"You're so fucking perfect. Open your mouth for me."
I obeyed, and he slid his cock between my lips, pushing deep until I gagged. He stilled immediately.
“Colour?" he asked, his voice tight with restraint.
I pulled back enough to gasp, "Green. Don't stop."
