Page 96 of Ten Hammers

The bed itself is a colossal mattress, adorned with layers of sumptuous blankets, and piled high with plump pillows. I run my fingers over the silky sheets and close my eyes, imagining my boys naked in the bed beside me, their hard bodies against the silky fabric.

The mattress shifts as Cruz sits beside me and begins kissing me again. His mouth is soft and I sink into him, trying not to feel nervous, especially when the bed dips on the other side of me, and I don’t even have to open my eyes to know that it’s Diesel. When I pull back from Cruz and turn my face toward him, Diesel captures my mouth with his, tasting of wood smoke and chocolate.

Diesel cups my face, Cruz’s twists my hair so he can move it aside and kiss my neck. And then I’m being ripped away from them both, abruptly.

Opening my eyes, I blink, dazed, as Axel swoops in and pulls me to a stand. I’m already growing breathless and this has only begun. Then he’s kissing me, too, and Diesel and Cruz move in around me. Axel in front, Cruz and Diesel at my sides.

When the three of them each have their mouths on me, and three sets of hands roam my body, the pleasure that rockets through me feels so good that I moan and writhe. I feel so incredibly sexy with each one of their touches.

But you felt sexy on the dance floor, too, when the photograph was taken. Look how THAT turned out? I hear in my head.

A knife of ice trails along my spine and I stop kissing Axel, momentarily freaked. He doesn’t seem to notice. His lips work down my neck.

I glance to one side, at Cruz. His gaze is in the direction of my stomach as his hand skims my side.

Diesel’s eyes are closed and he’s making just about the hottest face of ecstasy as his mouth hovers close to my nipple.

Then Cruz’s mouth roves down to nuzzle my belly and his eyes are actually open as my body quivers under his lips.

I jump away from all of them. “I’m not sure I can do this, actually. Maybe in the dark–”

“Fuck no!” Cruz says. “What if Easy Deezy pokes the wrong hole? Light on.”

“Sweetheart, what’s the matter?”

When it comes to them exploring all of me with the lights off, I have no worries. I can only feel it, enjoy it, yearn to have my boys take me in every possible way they can. It’s shocking how the only anxiety I have is about how I’ll look to them. The photograph of me dancing with Theo and Leo haunts me every time I think about losing control and having fun, letting my face show my ecstasy.

My stomach twists as a wave of nausea fills me.

“What’s really wrong, darlin’?” Cruz asks. “Are we that ugly?”

My eyes fill with tears, even as I start to laugh. “The opposite. That’s what makes this so hard.”

I’m not sure how I do it, but I manage to explain my thoughts about myself, about the photograph. About how they’ll see me.

It’s Axel who says he has the perfect solution. He produces the blindfold and waves it in front of me.

“But there’s one blindfold and three of you–” I point out.

“It’s for you, Win,” Axel says.

I raise a brow. “But you’ll still see me.”

“And thank fuck for that,” Diesel says as he closes the space between us again, and slips his hand under my shirt.

“Diesel! I’m serious!”

“I’m serious, too. You think I’m gonna be looking at my brothers?”

They all laugh while making faces of disgust.

“No,” Diesel continues. “The sight of your body puts me in a drugged-up high, Winnie Wainwright, and I want to see myself inside you. I want to see your thighs wrapping around me, and your pussy stretching around me.” His tongue grazes my ear. “Your mouth and your ass, each welcoming me in as I fuck you. I want to see all of you, Peach. And when it’s your turn to do any of those things with my brothers, tonight, I hope to watch your face, or hear your cries, and know my girl is being fully satisfied.”

Diesel growls, then. Actually growls and I grow even wetter.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Axel says. “We are all desperate to strip you down and hear the pretty sounds you make when you feel so good.”

Cruz snatches the blindfold from Axel and waves it toward me as he smirks. “Bet you can’t guess whose cock belongs to who, like you can with our mouths.”

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