Page 124 of Three to Fall

I just needed to send them an invitation to the party they didn’t know we were having. A ripple of excitement tingled across my skin. This was bold and brave, and it didn’t really feel like me. But I liked it. It felt like the woman I was becoming, now that I was no longer scared all the time. It was one I wanted to try on for size.

I wandered into the maze, setting down my phone on a bench and turning on the camera’s self-timer. If Rebel and Bliss hadn’thad kids and men of their own to go home to, I might have asked one of them to stay and be my photographer.

But my snatch was on full display, and I was already getting horny, just from walking around like this, so maybe it was better I was alone.

I posed myself demurely, perching on the edge of a bench, feeling incredibly silly, and then checked the photo.

I frowned at it. My legs were closed. I had my arms covering my belly. Apart from the fact I was wearing lingerie that barely contained my breasts and there was an array of sex toys in the background behind me, I could have been sitting on a church pew, taking a photo for my parents.

Not exactly the vibe I was going for. I set the timer again, but this time, I opened my legs wide like the women in the inspiration photos I’d saved to my phone. Arched my back. Threw my head back and parted my lips, closing my eyes, the way I did when I rode one of their cocks.

Heat warmed me just thinking about having one of them beneath me.

And when I looked at the photo, my mouth dropped open.

I suddenly saw myself the way they saw me, and my eyes watered. I wasn’t perfect. My breasts didn’t sit high and perky. My skin wasn’t blemish-free. I didn’t know how to edit the image to make all the little lumps and bumps disappear.

But I didn’t even want to.

I saw what they did.

Saw a woman who no longer wanted to hide away, even if she did like her man calling her “Little Mouse.” Saw the woman who’d spent time in therapy, talking through every trauma I’d suffered. I still had a long way to go, but every session brought me closer to the woman I wanted to be in the future.

In that photo I saw the evidence of my self-confidence blooming. And it seemed only right I share it with the three men who’d helped me discover that side of myself.

I threw the image into our four-way group chat and then nervously tossed my phone aside, too scared to even peek at it.

But the message tone dinged almost immediately, and then again and again.

I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at it.

Hayden:Holy shit, Kara. You’re so fucking beautiful. Send more.

Hawk:Fuck.

Hawk:Where are you? I’m already out the door.

Grayson:Good thing I’m at a hospital. I need reviving.

Hawk:You can’t send a photo like that and then not tell me where you are,LittleMouse. An address. Now.

Hayden:She’s in the maze at Sinners. I can tell from the background. I’m on my way.

Grayson:Leaving now too.

Hawk:Don’t you have another thirty minutes left of your shift?

Grayson:Eh. I’ll quit. Didn’t really want to be a doctor anyway. We’ll call all those years of med school and residency a fun side quest.

I giggled at their messages and found a few other places around the maze to pose, dropping each image into the group chat without saying anything else.

My heart pounded when the main door to the maze opened, letting in a quick rush of light and noise. I scuttled deeper into the maze, my heart rate picking up at not knowing which one it was. “Don’t say anything,” I called out. “I’m waiting for you at the glory holes.”

A groan was all that came back, though I couldn’t tell from that noise alone which one of them it was. It didn’t matter. Thatwas part of the fun. My core throbbed as I knelt on the leather pads that covered the hard concrete floor, and waited, straining my ears for the sound of his footsteps.

My breath quickened when I heard them pass behind me and then circle around to the other side of the wall. I didn’t peek at who it was. I didn’t want to know. There was no fear it might not be one of my guys. I trusted Chloe to keep me safe and not let anyone back here for the first hour, so I could have this time alone with them.

He undid his zipper, and there was a rustle of clothing being removed on the other side.

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