Chapter 59

59

W hen we return home Sunday afternoon, Dylan and Theo are standing in the driveway waiting for us. They look so much like two little lost puppy dogs that I can't help but laugh as I leap from the car and throw my arms around them, peppering their faces with kisses.

"Better?" I ask, looking between them.

"It will only be better when we stop splitting up for dates," Theo grumbles.

"Well, I have good news for you then, grumpy, because that was my last single date, remember?" I can see the relief spreading over his face, and it tugs at something in my heart.

"Thank fuck. You have no idea how much I hate being separated from you."

"Pretty sure that's how we all feel, dumbass," Dylan says, elbowing Theo out of the way, practically bending me backward as he crushes his lips to mine.

"What do you guys think of living in the castle?" I ask, springing the question on them without warning as I straighten my skirt and top.

"Her old room is in a separate wing of the castle from Charlie and the guys. We'd have all the privacy we want," Henry adds, grabbing our bags from the car.

"Can we see it before we give a final answer?" Dylan asks, his big brown eyes luminous in the afternoon light.

"Of course. I was planning on going over today so I could make a to-do list for the party. Do you guys want to come with me?"

"Speaking of the party, is it adults only?" Theo asks, holding the door as I walk inside.

"Yes, it's adults only. Your costumes can be as raunchy as you want," I answer, hoping they'll take that as a suggestion. I'd love to see them dressed like absolute sex gods.

"Will we get dressed together, or do you have other plans?" Henry asks, winding a strand of my hair around his finger.

I shake my head. "I'll be getting dressed with Lorna at the castle. It'll be a great way for me to remind her of the good old days, plus I want my outfit to be a surprise."

"Intriguing." Dylan's gaze rakes over my body like he's imagining all the possibilities of undress I could show up in.

"Do you guys want to head over there now?" I ask, antsy to get organized before the week officially starts.

"We may as well. Dylan and I bought stuff to make dinner, so we can work on that when we get back."

"Thank you both." They're truly lifesavers. I hadn't even thought about dinner. I probably would have nibbled on cheese, crackers, or something else equally unsatisfying.

My head is spinning by the time we make it over to the castle. I can't stop thinking about everything I need to do, whether I ordered enough linens or planned for enough food. I'm so preoccupied that I don't notice Theo holding me back as Dylan and Henry go inside.

"You okay?" he asks, backing me into the corner of the entrance, tipping my chin up , and studying my face.

"Yeah. There's just a lot to juggle right now. "

"We can sit down and make a list when we get home. Maybe it'll help make you feel a little more organized."

"I'd like that," I breathe, already feeling a little less weight on my shoulders.

"I miss you, Sunflower." His caramel eyes are deep brown in the low light, his fingertips rough on my cheek as he sweeps a strand of hair off my face.

"I'm right here." I stretch up on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck and hanging on tightly. I practically purr when he buries his face in my neck, and breathes me in. He fiddles with the chain around my neck, eventually leaning back so he can look at the pendant.

"He did good, didn't he?" I ask softly.

"It looks stunning on you, Sunflower."

Dylan pokes his head out of the door, giving us a dirty look. "You do know you're running the show here, Freckles?"

"Sorry!" I squeak, ducking out of Theo's arms and rushing inside. "Room tour first?" I ask, wigging my eyebrows suggestively.

"Yes, please," Henry growls, coming up behind me and pulling me against the hard planes of his body. I practically melt in his arms, my muscle memory convinced I'm about to have a really good time.

"If the three of you keep touching me, we're not going to get anything done today," I say sternly, disentangling myself from Henry and skipping ahead several paces to distance myself from them.

"Oh no, you don't." Dylan watches me with eagle eyes as he takes a predatory step my way. I mirror him, taking a step back, keeping us far enough apart so I’ll have a chance to run if he pounces. And boy, do I want to run, because I know exactly what he'll do. Dylan takes another step toward me, and I explode into action, turning and bolting down the hall. My only advantage over them is knowing where I'm going, but it ends there. I take the stairs two at a time, swinging around the banister and propelling myself down another hallway to the right. I duck into a room on my left, closing the door after me and running through to the next room. I duck through the servants' entrance and follow the tiny hallway until I get to my room and crack the door, ready for the mustiness of an old, unused room to hit me in the face. That's not what happens at all. My old, outdated furnishings from my childhood are gone. They’ve been replaced by beautiful, earthy furniture. A brand new gigantic bed sits where my queen bed used to be. My mouth falls open as I take everything in, spinning in a slow circle. I spy a tiny cream envelope nestled in the bedspread and pick it up, running my fingernail under the flap.

Isla, I don't know if or when you'll come back to this room, but I couldn't pass up the chance that you would come home someday. Charlie helped me pick everything out. I hope you love it.

Love always,

Jack

I'm wiping the tears away from my eyes as the guys burst through the door, all three stopping dead in their tracks.

"What's wrong?" Dylan asks, the first to spring into motion.

I sniffle, waving the card in the air. "Jack redecorated the room for me. For us. Just on the off chance I decided to come back." I turn toward the bed, taking in how big it is and how perfect it will be for all four of us. "He even had a bed made that we'll all fit in."

"Maybe we should make sure we all fit," Henry says, his voice rough. He grips my wrist and tugs me toward the bed, his eyes dark with desire.

"It's–It's not the masquerade party yet," I stammer, looking between the guys, my heartbeat ratcheting up when I see the need radiating from them.

"We can help take the edge off, baby," Henry whispers, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he pushes me down onto the bed. Cotton candy clouds envelop my body. I moan indulgently as I sink into the mattress. I don't know what this bed cost, but whatever it was, it was worth it.

The guys must have some unspoken code because they don't say a word as they take position–Dylan and Henry sitting on each side of my head while Theo kneels at the end of the bed, kneading my thighs.

"I know we're waiting to have sex together until after the party, but what if we have sex with you one at a time?" Theo rasps, skating his lips up the inside of my thigh, his tongue sneaking out and delving inside the crease at the back of my knee.

One at a time? I can barely think with his hands on me like this. With Dylan and Henry's cocks only inches from my face, already tenting their pants and ready to go. I whimper as Theo pushes up the fabric of my skirt, pressing his thumb against my clit and moving in slow circles.

"It'd be a perfect time to test your ass," Theo murmurs, his tongue licking a long line up my inner thigh.

"Test my–?" I stop trying to talk when his mouth reaches my pussy.

He pushes my legs to my chest, Dylan and Henry holding them there, then pulls my underwear to the side, licking a long, slow line from my ass to my clit.

"To see if you're ready for us to ass-fuck you, Sunflower." The dirty words with my sweet nickname in one sentence do indescribable things to my insides. Fuck.

"Okay," I rasp, not even caring what they do as long as we all get there.

Theo holds his hand out to Henry, and Henry plops a vibrator and a tiny bottle of lube into his palm. He must have had it in his pocket this whole time. I love a prepared man.

"Dildo first," Theo says as he stands, shucking off his clothes before pulling my underwear off as well. The guys drag me higher on the bed, pushing my thighs to my chest. Theo kneels between my legs, squirting lube first on my ass and then on the dildo. Just as Theo slides the dildo back and forth over my asshole, Dylan bends over my torso and slides his tongue down my slit. I arch toward his mouth, desire pounding in my veins.

"Deep breath," Theo says, gripping the back of my thigh with one hand, the dildo ready to go in the other. I take a deep breath, squeezing my eyes closed and focusing on relaxing my muscles. Theo puts pressure on the dildo, and I can feel it slide in little by little. Dylan seals his lips over my clit and sucks hard. My body convulses, opening up and allowing Theo to push the dildo all the way in.

"Look how good you're doing," Theo breathes, looking down at my ass, nostrils flared, color high on his cheeks. "You're dripping for us, Sunflower." He dips a finger inside my pussy, sliding it along the stretched skin of my asshole, massaging me.

Fuck me. I'm never going to survive them.