Page 14 of Room One Hundred and Six

“You will forget me the moment I disappear into the darkness.”

Shayne’s gaze is unwavering when Jasper rakes those black eyes off my body to hold mine captive. “Never. No one could ever forget a flower like you. Voss is right. You’re a precious jungle flower.”

He smiles at the small trimmer in my bottom lip.

“No one has ever been as kind to me as you three. I don’t know what to do with it.”

“Let us show you more,” Voss answers and as if he needs to prove how good he is at licking me so thoroughly, he lowers his head and does just that. I can’t take my eyes off him as he cups his tongue and gathers my hot juices on his tongue. “Fucking honey,” he murmurs after he drinks me down. “Nectar from a goddess.” With gentle movements, he pulls his fingers from my tight slit, brings them to his lips, and growls as the taste of my juices hit his tongue again. “I can’t get enough.”

I believe him.

Jasper reaches for the pin holding my hair in a coil on the top of my head. My hair tumbles loose.

Between my thighs, Voss delicately teases my entrance with gentle strokes. Not enough to make me scream through an earth shattering release. No, the man is working my virgin channel with a light touch, stretching me for what they have planned. I can tell this man likes playing the long game.

“I knew it would be silky soft in my hand.” All five fingers of Shayne’s hand wrap through the long lengths of my loose hair and my head is turned until only he fills my vision.

“You’re greedy, aren’t you?”

Any woman with half a brain would sense the darkness rolling off them. See the danger in their eyes. Heavily inked hands can only mean an equally tattooed body.

Maybe after tonight I’ll get some fresh ink as a sweet reminder of my three men. Getting their names tucked between the petals of the red roses spread over my abdomen would be a lovely touch, I think. A little hidden secret for me to take through the rest of my life.

Shayne takes control over my movements and holds me in place so he can devour my lips with his. He takes my hand and guides my touch to his impressive length. “That’s all for you, tigress. You make me ache to know your warmth, your sweetness.”

Stop. My. Beating. Heart.

This man is enormous.

Call it contact lust or feel good vibes, but I shove down the voice in my head telling me this is a bad idea and kiss my father’s best friends back.

And they taste delicious. Like men living with a fire inside them and with every kiss they give me, they share the flames.

Jasper passes my weight to Shayne so he can step back and strip out of his jacket to place it on the couch behind him. He settles his weight on the cushion and signals for his brothers to bring me to him. Voss withdraws his fingers from me and slowly raises them to his lips.

“You won’t.” I can’t look away as I watch the younger Ambrose brother clean my juices off his fingers.

“Like honey, brothers,” he says and then shares my taste with me. He comes in hot and fast, taking the back of my head in hand and capturing my lips in a hard, claiming kiss that I have no hope of escaping. His tongue pushes through my lips and he swipes the pad of his tongue over mine. His growl resonates deep inside me and lures my tigress to the surface. My hand comes to his chest and the hard pecs I find beneath my hands make me weak in the knees. What can I say? I love well-built men.

He tears his lips away, leaving us both panting and sucking in harshly. It is when he presses his forehead against mine and closes his eyes that I think I fall a little in love with Voss Ambrose.

“Pure fucking untouched honey.”

I moan into his mouth, unable to pull away. I’m not entirely sure I want to.

“You like your taste, don’t you?” Voss pulls me into him full and holds me so close nothing can come between us.

I drag the edge of my bottom lips between my teeth. “I like the taste of me on you,” I admit with a blush.

“You’re adorable, my jungle flower. I’m going to love seeing your virgin blood on my dick. It will be a gift I’ll cherish for life.”

I hold back and smile. Talk about direct. Now my head fills with visions of me spread between the three of them wondering who will be the one to be my first.

Voss bends and hooks his arm under my knees as he cradles me to him. I relax in his hold only to be settled over Jasper’s lap. Protective arms come around me.

“We’ll pleasure you now, sweet thing, but then I’ll have to excuse myself while my brothers take you to our room. Are you okay with that?”

Jasper maneuvers me to where I straddle his lap. The heat of his erection glides through my wetness. Despite the material of his pants, I can feel every hard ridge of his massive arousal.

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