Page 66 of Sanctuary (The Wanderers 1)

When Gatlin’s fingers slid up to stroke the undersides of her breasts, her breath hitched and she rose onto her toes. Her nipples stiffened. “I love that you never wear a bra,” Gatlin murmured into her ear, “but every time I think about your breasts loose under your shirt, my cock gets hard. And these nipples…” He flicked them simultaneously over her T-shirt.

She cried out at the contact.

“Mmm… Hard little points that tempt me,” Gatlin continued.

“Tempt all of us,” Nile whispered against her lips. “We should let you shower,” he added, while making no move to release her or stop kissing her.

“When will Ledger and Jay be back?” she asked, not wanting them to hear how anxious she was. Desperate.

“Soon,” Gatlin said into her ear. “And I know I speak for all of us when I say we were out of our minds with worry last night before we found you. You scared us to death. As much as we don’t want to pressure you…”

Layla reached to cover Gatlin’s hand where it rested over her boob. She threaded her fingers with his while her other hand found Nile’s again. “If you guys don’t stop tiptoeing around me and have sex with me today, I’m going to develop a complex and think you’re not interested in me that way. I’m done waiting. Please…”

Nile’s lips claimed hers again, a new urgency in his kiss. A low groan filled the room, coming from both men.

Gatlin’s fingers found her nipples, flicking them and then pinching them even though she maintained her grip on one of his hands. She pressed his palm against her, wanting more contact, more pressure. More.

Nile broke the kiss and set his forehead against her. He was breathing heavily as he spoke. “Shower, sweetheart.”

Gatlin released her to pat her butt. “Go.”

Her legs were wobbly as she made her way to the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway to look back at them, her hands gripping the doorframe. Both men were staring at her, feet planted wide, eyes wild with lust, hands on hips. They wanted her. It was beyond heady.

Gatlin groaned. “Layla…” he warned.

She grinned and then entered the bathroom and closed the door. She didn’t lock it. She never did. Part of her always wished one or more of them would join her. She’d even considered not fully shutting the door so that the invitation would be more blatant, but she hadn’t been that bold.

It boggled her mind how much willpower they’d demonstrated. She knew from their heated gazes and overprotectiveness that they’d fully claimed her and wanted the world to know it, but they hadn’t made a single move to consummate the relationship, so to speak.

They did it for her. She knew it. She didn’t doubt their devotion. In fact, it endeared her to them more every day that they were waiting for her to ask for what she wanted. They were letting her set the pace, decide when to take things to the next level. It was commendable, and she greatly appreciated their thoughtfulness.

But she was done.

Her fingers shook as she tugged the ponytail holder out of her hair and then pulled her T-shirt over her head. Her breasts were heavy, nipples sensitive and hard. Trembling even more, she undid her jeans and lowered them over her hips as she kicked off her shoes.

By the time she stepped into the shower, she was breathing heavily. The spray of water only increased her arousal. As she leaned her head back and let it hit her breasts, she cupped them, moaning as she thumbed her nipples.

She’d never really thought much about how sensitive the tight buds could be, how much she would enjoy being fondled there. But now that she was growing used to being touched often, she was learning how sensual it could be and how deeply a simple stroke of fingers over her forearm or palm or any other body part could affect her.

The four men seemed to have huddled and discussed how they were going to manage their contact with her two weeks ago because they all acted the same way around her. Careful. Delicate. Always touching her—but never touching her anywhere intimate.

As she washed her hair, she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She was ready for more. Whatever more was. She hoped the four of them were willing to come together at the same time. The thought of leaving anyone out was incomprehensible. Not the first time. Maybe later. Maybe there would come a day when she wouldn’t feel awkward about having sex with one of them or two but not while it was so new. Feelings would get hurt. Jealousies would develop. How could they not? She wouldn’t even be able to fully relax if they weren’t all in the room.

And when did she become the sort of person who not only considered sleeping with four men at once but craved it? Wanted it. Would insist on it.

She didn’t think they would mind this stipulation. Not if their previous experience together was any indication. She also had no idea what on earth sex with four men might look like. It was overwhelming while at the same time titillating.

She was ready. More than ready.

Nervous? Hell, yes.

But ready.

When she finished showering and turned off the water, she could hear voices coming from the main room. More than two. She hurried to dry off and pat her hair until it was damp, and then realized she’d entered the bathroom without clean clothes. That wasn’t like her. She hadn’t been operating with all brain cells when she’d entered though.

Wrapped in the towel, she opened the door to step out into the living room. She was uncharacteristically nervous, and it didn’t help that she was mostly naked, her hand gripping the place where she’d tucked the towel in at the top.

Relief flooded her to find Ledger and Jay had arrived. “You’re back.”

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