Page 45 of Gilded Desires

“I wish. To have this as my forever? Men seeking my happiness. Pleasuring me. Caring for me and treating me like I am their dream come true? Where do I sign up? Honestly, I know this is a fleeting kind of thing so only in my dreams, right?” I rest my head on Gage’s shoulder, but I don’t miss the visual exchange between the men. My words have hit home. For the good or the bad, is yet to be seen.

They walk us behind the curtain and head straight for the private showers. Each of them takes a body part. Hair, body, and everything in between. I just stand there. When I go to take the soap and return the favor Gage takes my hands in his.

“Right now, this is about you.” He turns me slowly in the large shower built for exactly what we are doing. Sharing. I lean into Rush’s open arms and slowly spread my legs when Aziel taps the inside of my thighs.

His touch is gentle and caring. I sigh and just let the heat of the water and Rush’s nearness sink into my bones. And possibly my soul, if I want to be honest with myself.

Finished, they take turns toweling me off and make sure there is not a part of my body they haven’t given one hundred percent devotion to.

“Come home with us tonight.” Rush’s voice comes out strained. I hold onto him a moment longer before stepping back and looking into his eyes. I put my hands on his shoulders.

“Home?”

“You shouldn’t be alone and I don’t think I can take my hands off you if I tried.”

His words tear through me, and in their wake, I am left with a seed of hope.

I latch onto the bottom of my lip and bite on it before saying, “I can’t.” I didn’t exactly plan this whole sex club routine out. Until I can come up with an excuse to not show up at Club Genesis every night like clockwork, my brother will start asking questions. I’m not ready for him to know what I’m up to.

I drop my gaze to my neatly folded clothes. “Same time tomorrow night?”

Three sets of piercing eyes track my movements. They prowl across the dressing room and pull on gray sweats and T-shirts. The temperature in the room turns from sweltering to frigid. It’s tempting to call in and say I’m heading out of town to visit a cousin or friend. Ha! Yeah, right. My overprotective brother will know something is up. I’ve never spent a day at anyone’s house but my own. I’ll have Santi and Cassius on my ass faster than my security detail. Whom I managed to leave behind once again.

Case in point, I turn my phone back on to find four missed calls from Harlon and a couple of text messages.

Check-in. I need to know you’re safe.

“Another man?” Gage is across the room with me pinned to the wall of the dressing room before I can answer. His hand isaround my throat while another comes and plucks my phone from my hand. His leg slips between my legs and this is how I end up with a very possessive SEAL kissing me so hard I momentarily forget I can’t breathe.

When he lets me breathe again, I see Rush has my phone in hand. Instead of flicking it on and going through my messages, they toss it aside intent on driving me crazy.

Lips are back to claim mine. Fingers caress the ridges of my ribs and I’m back to feeling hot all over again. I don’t remember dragging my nails over the flesh of Gage’s back but when he hisses and presses his hardening cock into the V of my thighs, I realize what I’ve done.

I swallow and go for the first thing that pops into my head. Which is usually the truth. “My brother. He’s the worrier of the family. I need to answer him, or he’ll send the hounds.”

A prowling beast paces just under the surface. Rush and Aziel flank him, looking just as possessive. Gage’s tight expression turns from jealous to understanding, but it’s Rush and Aziel who speak for him.

“Go to him,” Rush says, getting Gage to release my throat.

“Don’t leave him worried. Meet us here tomorrow.”

I am ushered toward the dressing room door and into a private car waiting outside The Society.

“Take her where she needs to go.” Gage leans in and brushes his lips over mine. “You escaped us tonight, sweet baby girl. But tomorrow it won’t be so easy. Sleep tight.”

My fingers ghost over the feverish tingles of his touch lingering on my throat. Is it wrong to miss the claiming grip of his hand already? Or am I learning to love my darker side?

Thirteen

Belle

It’s been four straight days of so much sex my body is ready to give out. Our show has been so successful, New York City’s new branch of The Gilded Key Society wants us to take our show on the road.

It’s tempting. But I don’t think the men are wanting to leave their gig as SEALs to travel the country screwing me in different locations. Talk about a mid-life crisis career change.

Now that I think about it like that, it doesn’t sound too off of what Aziel would call perfection.

First, I just want to wrap up this little gig andnothave my brother find out. New York can wait.

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