Page 24 of Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her

“Umm…” She swallowed hard. Her thoughts were going a million miles an hour. “Okay,” she broke the silence, and I slowly started to relax again. “I’ll take the car,” she said, her decision clear in her tone before she stepped back.

“What…” She licked her lips. “What does someone wear to a place like this?” Her eyes dropped back to the invitation in her hand.

I took the card and handed it to Josh behind me before taking her in my arms. With my hands stroking the small of her back, she stared up at me, her hand resting over my heart. “Do you trust us?”

“Yes.” Her answer was immediate and solid.

“You really do, don’t you?” I felt so humbled by her.

“I do.” Her head tilted. I felt the two other men at my sides. My best friends. My partners. My family. “I wouldn’t let you in my house, much less near my kids, if I didn’t.”Fuck me. We’d all wanted the same thing for god only knew how long. But like Josh liked to remind us, timing was everything.

This was our time.

A knock sounded, and she looked up at us with wide eyes. “Who is––“

“Shhh.” Josh winked and stepped back to answer the door. I didn’t bother to look at what he was doing. I knew the plan. I heard his deep voice and someone else thank him before the door shut and Josh returned to his place, along with a big black box with a huge white bow on it and a matching bag in his hand.

“What is…” She looked at each of us, and I might have grabbed her hand, but she was the one who tangled her fingers with mine. I led her toward the couch and made her sit on my lap.

“We would love it if you wore what’s in here and in there.” I pointed at the box and bag Josh had set on the coffee table.

“What if it doesn’t fit?”

“It will,” Miles reassured her. Our girl’s eyes softened.

“You guys really want this? Tonight, with me?” Her eyes moved to each of us. There was a multitude of emotions behind her wire-rimmed glasses.

“There is no one else we could imagine spending time with,” I murmured, and Josh and Miles grunted in agreement.

“Okay,” she agreed, melting into me. Josh made a sound, and I knew it was time for us to go to make sure we had everything else set up now that we knew this was the ideal plan coming to life. I rose, lifting her up with me, and led us to the front door.

Before opening it, I cupped her face with both my hands and took in the sight for a moment. Her face, the look of awe and excitement painted on every one of her delicate features.

“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” I sighed, stroking the apples of her cheeks with the pads of my thumb. I took her glasses off her face and handed them to one of the guys behind me. Elena’s eyes widened as she stared wide-eyed up at me.

“Just so we’re clear here, Elena. We are really fucking looking forward to tonight.” I leaned in and gave in to my urges.

Her lips touched mine. But unlike last time, when the kiss had turned into a wildfire, I managed by some miracle to rein it in. Keep it soft and sweet. But despite that, we were breathless by the time we parted. Josh took her in his own arms, lifting her up, forcing her to wrap her pretty legs around his waist.

“Never doubt how we feel about you and how much we want you,” he rasped and kissed her.

Deep and wet. I felt his animalistic groans at the base of my throbbing cock. Her little moan made me leak precum. When they ended the kiss, Josh handed her over to Miles, who carefully set her down and brushed the stray hairs out of her face.

“This can be a night or more. No matter what, just because it’s three of us, you have to remember, you’re the one with the power here, beautiful. You’re the one in control, okay?” She nodded as her chest rose and fell.

If I wasn’t wrong, she was the one who stood to the tips of her toes before he leaned down and kissed her. There was no slow buildup to it. Not that I blamed Miles. Fuck, I adjusted my dick at the sight, and when I glanced at Josh, he did the same.

He pulled away, and she leaned in and rested her head against the center of his chest. Her tiny hand clung to his shirt.

“Is this real?” she whispered. Miles pulled back and set her glasses back on her face. He stroked her hair for a moment.

“Want to pinch me to find out?”

“No.” She shook her head. “If it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up,” she admitted, striking the match of eternal hope to my stupid heart. This was so much more than any of us dared pray for.

Elena was a tough girl.

She had to be.

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