Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

MINA

Gianni was right about the house in Dusk Bay. From the moment we stepped through the front door, the house opened up to the expansive view of the Pacific Ocean.

Easily three or four times the size of the house in Sydney, it was just as tastefully decorated, with light wood, creams and blue-greys. Coastal without looking cliché. Decadent and elegant, but comfortable at the same time.

The rear of the house was a bank of windows that framed the sunlight glittering on the waves.

"This is incredible," I breathed.

I felt as though if I spoke too loud, I'd disturb the peace in this place. "Do you come here a lot?" I stepped over to look out at the water.

Reuben stopped beside me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "A couple of times a year. Not enough."

"It's empty the rest of the time?" I asked.

"Except for the staff, yes." He shrugged. "They keep it clean and well-maintained."

I pictured the expression on his face if he found dust in his house and held back a smile. "It's amazing."

"It's a waste not to be here more often," he said. "Sometimes I consider letting someone else watch over things in Sydney while I live here." He looked contemplative. "There are several rooms for you to choose from, unless you're ready to share."

I expected him to bring that up at some point, but it still knocked the breath out of me for a few moments. Was I ready? Could I do more than share a room, or a bed? I knew what all three of them wanted. I wanted that too, but the idea still left me in a cold sweat.

"You know I won't pressure you—" he started.

"I know," I said quickly. "I think I'd like to share a room. Being by myself at night is lonely and I get into my own head. If someone else was there, it might help." I held my lower lip with my teeth.

"It doesn't have to be me," he said reluctantly. He clearly wanted it to be.

"It's not that," I said. I glanced around to see we were alone. Gianni and Damon must have taken their bags and mine upstairs. I appreciated them giving us some space. "Damon…"

"Cares about you too." A faint frown creased his brow, uncertain as to whether we were on the same page.

Honestly, I wasn't sure we were in the same book.

I cleared my throat. "He cares about you too."

Reuben's brow smoothed. "Ah."

"You know?" I asked.

"I suspected." He inclined his head.

"And?" I prompted. "Can I ask if it's reciprocated?"

"How would you feel if it was?" he asked carefully.

"Happy for you both," I said without hesitation.

"It wouldn't be about us picking each other over you," he said, frowning again. "We both want you as well."

"I was hoping you'd say that," I admitted. "I didn't want to make things any messier than they already are. I mean figuratively messy, not literally." My face heated.

A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"But I wouldn't have stood in the way if that was what you wanted," I added quickly. "You haven't said what that is."

"I'm not sure what the answer is to your questions," he said carefully. "There's an attraction there, but we've never acted on it. I wasn't sure if he wanted to, or what it would do to our working relationship. And I thought maybe he and Gianni might have a thing."

"I don't think Gianni would object to anything and everything," I said. "Me, Damon, you. Any combination of the above. But I'm certain Damon wants you as much as I do." I stood on my toes and lightly kissed his mouth. The idea of seeing those three men together was enough to set my panties on fire. How would it feel to be in the middle of all that testosterone and muscle?

Reuben placed a hand on my hip and deepened the kiss. His tongue delved into my mouth, tasting my lips and brushing over my teeth.

"I can't stop thinking about the other night," he said against my lips. "The way your mouth felt on my cock. I've been hard as a rock ever since. All I can think about is tasting you."

His words made me wet before he finished speaking. His voice was a low, compelling rumble that sent my pulse racing.

The only thing I could say in response was, "Please."

He hooked a hand around the back of my neck and kissed me while walking me over to the massive couch that sat facing the view.

Giving me a chance to pull away, he guided me until I was lying on my back, my ass on the edge of the couch. He worked the buttons on my jeans loose and pulled them down to my ankles.

I pushed off my shoes and kicked my legs until my jeans fell onto the floor.

He knelt in front of me and looked at me, his eyes dark with need. "I don't want to go too fast for you."

I swallowed hard before grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. I tossed it aside and lay back, dressed only in a red lace bra and panties.

My blood was on fire. My body ached to be touched, but my scars made me self-conscious. I wanted to curl up around myself.

I forced myself to lay still and try to relax. He wasn't going to hurt me, I knew that. He was looking at me like he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

He gently traced a line up my thigh and across my stomach, circling the scars with the tip of his finger like he was worshipping each of them.

"I know you hate these," he whispered. "But they're a sign of how strong you are. After everything you went through, you didn't break. I have scars too, some on the inside, some on the outside. Every one helped to shape us into the people we are today. They say we can be beaten but not broken. They say 'fuck you' to anyone who dared to try."

He pulled down the cup of my bra that covered my ruined nipple. Slowly, he leaned forward to trace circles around it with his tongue. For the longest time, that was all he did, tasting my skin and my scars, like nothing in the world was more important, beautiful or delicious.

Finally, he pulled down the other cup and suckled on my nipple until I was quivering and my self-consciousness was forgotten.

With gentle fingers, he parted my knees and kissed his way up one thigh and down the other. He kissed his way back up and grabbed onto my panties with his teeth.

With a playful expression I'd never seen on his face before, he pulled them down my legs with his mouth before opening his lips and dropping them on the floor. He looked pleased with himself.

I smiled at him before I sat up just high enough to unhook my bra and slide it off my arms. I swallowed back another wave of self-consciousness. I'd never been naked in front of anyone in daylight before.

"Mina, you're absolutely fucking gorgeous," he said breathlessly. "Every centimetre of you is perfection."

His eyes on my face, he lowered his mouth to my pussy and slowly started to explore with his tongue.

I pressed my palms to the couch on either side of me and let myself enjoy the way it felt to have him tease me, dipping first his tongue inside me, then a finger.

Every so often, he'd look up at me to make sure I was all right before returning his attention to my pussy. He looked fascinated, like he'd never seen anything so incredible in his life.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and glanced over to see Damon and Gianni walking toward us. They both stopped a few steps from the bottom before continuing on.

Eyes dark, they stepped over to the couch and sat down on either side of me to watch.

The expression on their faces pushed the last drops of self-consciousness out the window and into the ocean. They saw my body, with all of my scars, and still looked at me like I was some kind of goddess.

I rolled my hips slowly, adding to the friction I already got from Reuben's tongue. He expertly worked my clit like he knew exactly what I wanted. Like he understood every centimetre of my body and how to give me what I needed.

"Fucking beautiful," Gianni whispered.

Damon hummed his agreement and lightly touched my skin where my nipple used to be, with the pad of his thumb. He ran it up and down as if he wanted to memorise every millimetre, every bump, every bit of red, ruined skin.

Anger flashed in his eyes at how this must have happened, but, like Reuben, this was just a part of me. He leaned over and gave my other nipple the same treatment, making the inferno in my body rise even higher.

Gianni kissed my cheek, then my lips, moving slowly and carefully so he didn't overwhelm me. Having all of this attention from three incredible men could easily have done exactly that. It had the opposite effect. I felt both liberated and loved. Appreciated in a way I'd never been before.

Safer than I'd ever been before. More alive.

Reuben slipped another finger inside me and fucked me slowly with his hand and his tongue. Damon lavished attention on my breasts, while Gianni left me breathless with his kisses.

Gianni broke off and smiled at me, a hint of mischief lurking in his dark eyes. He scooted down until he was almost face-to-face with Damon.

Damon lifted his mouth off my nipple and sat still, close enough that their noses almost touched. Their chins hovered my chest.

I held my breath until Gianni moved forward, brushing his lips over Damon's.

Fireworks went off inside the room. Electricity snapped and crackled.

They deepened the kiss, a clashing of lips and teeth and tongues. Their stubble must have grazed each other's faces, rough but sensual.

Between the sight of the two men kissing and Reuben's mouth and fingers, I couldn't hold back anymore. I arched my back and surrendered to an orgasm that washed over me bigger than the waves outside the window.

I dropped my head back and cried out, while every millimetre of me was engulfed in flame. Instead of burning, it was an inferno of pure pleasure. I held back absolutely nothing, and neither did Reuben. His tongue flicked over my clit. His fingers were firm on my G spot, pushing me to heights I never thought possible.

When I finally floated back down to earth, it was to see three sets of eyes on me, each as hot as the next. Damon and Gianni with their faces just above my nipples and Reuben with his head still between my legs.

"That was fucking hot," Gianni said. "I'm officially rock hard."

Damon grimaced in agreement and shifted his position on the couch.

"It was," I agreed. "Everything."

Damon and Gianni exchanged glances, while Reuben lifted his shining mouth and sat back on his heels.

Damon broke the silence by clearing his throat and pushing himself to his feet. "I should be working on making sure security is in place."

"Right," Gianni agreed. "I should be checking we have all the weapons we might need, just in case." He rose too and they hurried off in opposite directions.

"I'll show you to your room." Reuben offered me my clothes and his hand. "Before any of the staff appear. It would be inconvenient to have to have them killed because they saw you naked." There was no hint that he was joking. Not even slightly.