Page 18 of Gilded Dreams

I move my massive body and block her path.

“You need to leave. I’m expecting someone.” She casts her gaze to all three of us and it’s cute how she thinks letting fear bleed into her voice will send us scurrying out the door with our tails between our legs.

“We know.” Brogan answers, tugging the robe out of reach and tossing it aside to join her evening gown when she tries for it next.

Realization slowly begins to sink in and her entire, luscious body goes rigid. Scorching red fades over fine porcelain skin and I want to run my tongue over every inch to remind myself of how sugary sweet she tastes. Cherry-stained lips part and the tip of her tongue peeks out to brush along her lower lip. My cock grows harder remembering her taking my friend deep inside that mouth.

Ryder flanks her from the left and Brogan from the right.

Impulse drives me to close the distance in a couple of strides, and then suddenly I’m on her. Firm, supple skin greets the palms of my hands when I wrap my arms around her.

Her breath catches and those soft hands rise to my chest. She pushes at me, but that’s not going to get her anywhere.

“Atlas, what do you want? Please, I beg you. Leave. You can’t be here. I’m meeting someone.” Notions of tying her up cloud my vision for a moment. But it’s her fault. Every time she moves,hard nipples rake across my chest and I’m hungry for a taste. Starved.

“We’re not going anywhere, Kandy,” I offer with surety.

“Then find another room. This one is taken and I have a date to get laid. Which you’re botching.”

Fiery eyes level on mine. It takes effort, but I clamp down on the need to give a possessive growl. The second I breathe in her scent, my senses kick into overdrive. Blood pounds and rushes to my dick. It fucking makes my cock throb with lust heavy and long between my legs.

“Atlas Stone, pack up your goons and leave.” Another fist against the chest only makes me laugh.

Perfection. “This is the room Ms. Charlotte brought you to, correct?”

Her eyes narrow with crackling ire. “How do you know that?”

I smile. “Then we’re right where we need to be,” I answer honestly. Sweet, sweet perfection. Bitable red lips and big, sultry eyes rise. “Are you going to be a good girl and play with us this evening?”

Under normal circumstances I would step away, give the woman some space, and we could work this out. But we have twelve hours, and I didn’t survive through over a decade of military life and war by not knowing how to hone perfect timing. My life and those of my men often counted on my ability to spot opportunities. I am not about to waste a second of this one on arguing over the past.

Brogan moves in and kisses the rise of her shoulder and the dip of her neck. “We’re your dates for the evening, Kandy. All three of us.” He speaks low and it seems to work for a moment.

She gives herself away by tilting her head to the side. Not much but I notice.

But contempt is all she has for me. I get the full force of it when she glowers up at me and pounds a tiny fist on my chest. She’s trying to fight meandher own desires, but the hint of excitement lighting those amazing eyes tells me a whole other story.

“Then I’m out. You can have the room and its box of toys all to yourself. Have fun using the anal plug.” There she goes again trying to push me away.

Ryder chuckles darkly from where he stands off to the side, his stare intense and unwavering. “We have a plan for that. You signed the ledger which is like a binding contract. Had you taken a minute to read you would have realized once signing you are unable to leave for a total of twelve hours. Or pay the fine.”

There was some fine print on the paper Charlotte handed me and I got stuck on bullet point number three instead of reading the whole thing. Damn it.

I watch her cheeks darken with a fierce blush as my friend fills her in on a few details of the fine print our pretty vixen overlooked in her rush to sign.

Her best friend worked hard to keep this a secret during the planning stages. Lucky for us Justice was on our side when we called her personal number and requested a meetup. It took a couple of months to pull off with getting Justice to help, securing Kandy’s entry to the Society without the usual Gilded Key inkand picking the right room for our untouched woman. It will be worth it, but our girl isn’t going to make it easy.

“Did you read the fine print, baby?”

Brogan takes her hand in his and kisses the tips of each finger. She works her mouth a couple of times, but I don’t let her find her voice. I give in to my baser instincts though I promised to take the evening slow. I lower my head and savor the moment my lips connect with hers. Sweet remnants of champagne linger on her tongue when she opens for me, and I sweep my tongue over hers.

I keep my eyes open, and flashes of sapphire flames shine back at me. She breaks the kiss and looks absolutely ravishing with her eyes narrowed on me filled with murder.

“What’s the fine? I’ll pay whatever it is. Hit me with a number. I’m ready.”

I smile. “One point five million dollars.” An amount our lucrative luxury cabin building business has furnished us with and many times over. It’s taken a couple of years to get rolling, but we’re through the roughest part.

Her jaw hinges open. “What the hell?”

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