Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Rowan’s heart pounded in his ears. Was their girl telling them she was a virgin?

“You mean, you’ve never had sex before?”

Her shocked gaze shot up, and she shook her head rigorously. “Oh, no! But I’ve only ever done it with one guy, and we were very young. He didn’t know what he was doing, and it was over so soon, nothing really happened other than he... you know... exploded.”

Rowan wasn’t sure if he felt relief or disappointment at her confession.

“Okay, then we’ll take it slow,” Sebastian reassured her, picking up the conversation when Rowan didn’t speak up again. “We’ll start with small things, and you can tell us what feels good, and what doesn’t.”

Rowan could see the uncertainty in her eyes, but there was also a flicker of excitement. She wanted this. With all three of them. Even if she was scared. And he knew that together they could make this a safe space for her to explore without fear.

“And Derek will be setting up a private room for us,” Forrest added. “It will be the four of us, and then someone special to oversee everything. Ensure your safety—just in case. It’s all about making you feel safe, Jessie.”

Jessica exhaled softly, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Okay... I’m ready for this, I trust you guys.”

The weight of her words wasn’t lost on any of them. This wasn’t just about physical intimacy—it was about trust, vulnerability, and the unspoken connection that was slowly building between them. They were stepping into uncharted territory, but they would do it together.

“We’ll take care of you, little one,” Rowan said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“And we’ll only go as far as you want,” Forrest added, his hand resting on hers.

Jessica nodded, her eyes, meeting theirs in return. “I’m ready to try.”

As the conversation came to a close, the tension in the room eased, leaving only the warm glow of the fire and the soft hum of anticipation. Tonight would be about trust—about guiding Jessica into a world she had long been curious about but had never had the chance to explore. And Forrest, Sebastian, and Rowan would be there with her, every step of the way.

“I have one more question though,” Jessica spoke up, looking at them with her shy expression and her cheeks warm with a glow that was soon to be explained.

“Yes, babygirl?” Forrest prompted.

“Does that mean I get to call you three Daddy now?”

Rowan’s warm laughter filled the surrounding air, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning over and hugging their sweet girl. At first, she remained stiff in his arms, but after a scant few seconds, her frame softened and she settled into his embrace.

“Yes, princess. That’s exactly what it means,” Rowan murmured against her hair, relishing the fresh, floral scent.

The private room arranged for them was tucked away in a quiet corner, warm and intimate with its dim lighting and plush furnishings. The soft lighting added to the atmosphere and the faint scent of vanilla lingered in the air. It was the perfect space for what they were about to do—a sanctuary for trust and exploration.

Rowan, Sebastian and Forrest guided Jessica into the room, their presence steady and reassuring as they closed the door behind them. They all sent a nod of acknowledgement to the silent sentinel at the door. Jessica’s face lit with recognition before she turned her attention back to them. The flicker of nervousness in her eyes hadn’t gone unnoticed, but beneath it was the same quiet determination they had seen earlier. She wanted this, wanted to explore with them, and that trust was something they would never take lightly.

Forrest moved toward the bed, his hands smoothing out the soft blankets. “Jessie, you remember everything we talked about?” His voice was calm, soothing.

Jessica nodded, standing near the door, her small fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. “Yes... red means stop, yellow if I need a break. And I can stop at any time. No questions asked.”

Sebastian stepped in closer, his large hand gently cupping her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. “That’s right, sweetheart. We’ll go slow, and you set the pace. You’re in control here.”

She bit her lip, her eyes darting between the three men, the weight of the moment sinking in. This was a step she’d never taken before—allowing herself to be vulnerable in this way, to trust someone with something so intimate. But the warmth in their eyes, the patience in their movements, made her feel safer than she’d ever imagined.

“I know,” she whispered, her voice a little shaky but resolute.

Rowan leaned against the wall, watching her closely. The responsibility that came with it tempered the excitement buzzing in his veins. This wasn’t just about desire—it was about giving Jessica the space to explore her needs and discover herself in a way that was gentle and safe. And all of them were committed to ensuring she felt that safety, that control, every step of the way.

“Come here, princess,” Rowan called softly, holding out his hand.

She hesitated for only a moment before walking toward him, her small hand slipping into his. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. “We’re here for you, Jessie. Just relax, okay? No pressure.”

Jessica melted into his embrace, her body finally losing the stiffness that had clung to her since they’d entered the room. Rowan could feel the tremor in her frame slowly fading, replaced by something softer, more trusting. He gently guided her to the bed and helped her on, watching as she lay down. Forrest and Sebastian stood waiting, their expressions filled with patience and quiet understanding.

Sebastian reached out first, his hand resting on her cheek, his thumb gently brushing over her skin. “You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and comforting. “Do you want to start?”

Jessica’s gaze flickered to him, then to Rowan, and finally to Forrest, who stood closest to the bed. Her cheeks flushed as she nodded. “I want to… but I’m not sure where to begin.”

Forrest, always the most nurturing of the three, sat beside her on the bed, his hand resting gently on her knee. “We’ll guide you, babygirl. How about we start with something small? You like cuddles, don’t you?”

She nodded quickly, her tension easing further at the suggestion. “Yes.”

“Good,” Forrest said, smiling warmly. “How about we start with that? Just the three of us holding you. No rush, no pressure. You can tell us what feels good, what doesn’t.”

Jessica’s smile was small but genuine, and Rowan felt his heart swell at the sight. She was so brave, and he was in awe of her strength. He and Sebastian joined Forrest on the bed, flanking her on either side, their touches gentle and respectful. Sebastian wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her against him while Rowan’s fingers gently traced soothing patterns on her arm.

Forrest, his gaze steady, watched for any signs of discomfort. “Does that feel okay, Jessie?”

Jessica exhaled softly, her body settling into their embrace, and Rowan could feel the tension leaving her in waves. “It feels... nice. Really nice.”

“Good girl,” Sebastian murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

They stayed like that for a while, the three of them wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy, with Forrest watching over them, but without rushing toward anything more. Rowan could feel Jessica’s breathing slow, her body softening between them as she sank deeper into the moment, trusting them more with each passing second.

After a while, she spoke again, her voice small, somehow younger, but filled with a new sense of calm.

Rowan felt a sense of triumph that Jessica’s Little was showing herself so soon.

“I think I’m ready... for more.”

Rowan’s heart pounded at her words, but he kept his voice steady, not wanting to overwhelm her. “What would you like to try, princess?”

Jessica hesitated for a moment, her hands twisting in her lap as she searched for the right words. “I want to feel... closer to you. All of you.”

Forrest’s gaze softened even further, his hand reaching over his friend to cup her cheek as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. It was soft, tender, nothing rushed. Rowan could see the way her body responded to it, the way her lips parted slightly, allowing herself to lean into the kiss, trusting Forrest completely.

Sebastian shifted behind her, his large hand splaying across her stomach as he pressed a series of kisses to the back of her neck, his touch grounding her as her body responded to the intimacy of it all.

Rowan’s pulse quickened as he leaned forward, his lips finding that sensitive little spot between her shoulder and neck. He took his time, savoring the way her skin warmed under his touch, the way she shivered slightly at the sensation. “We’re right here, baby,” he whispered against her skin. “Just breathe.”

Jessica did as he said, her breath coming in soft, steady waves as the three men surrounded her with warmth and affection, their touches careful and gentle. Rowan could feel her trust in every movement she made, in the way she leaned into them, allowing them to guide her through this new, vulnerable experience.

And for the first time, Rowan felt the full weight of what it meant to be responsible for someone so precious. This wasn’t just about pleasure—it was about creating a space where Jessica could feel truly safe, where she could explore without fear.

“Are you okay, babygirl?” Forrest asked, sitting back slightly to look into her eyes.

Jessica nodded, her voice soft but sure. “I’m okay, I feel... safe.”

Those words were everything to Rowan. They were a promise that they were doing this right, that they were giving her what she needed—what she deserved. And as they continued, each touch, each kiss, was a step forward, deeper into the trust that was slowly blossoming between them.

Tonight wasn’t just about intimacy. It was about building something real—something lasting. And Rowan, Sebastian, and Forrest were determined to be there for her, every step of the way.