Page 36 of Gilded Dreams

A darkness lingers along the edges of my friend’s voice. He’s leaning against the bathroom frame, arms by his sides, eyes intent and hopeful on Kandy.

“Don’t know. I trusted all of you with my whole heart. Told you I loved you and you threw me away.”

Atlas crosses the room and Brogan enters with him. We all three surround her. Hopefully she can see us as a shield of protection and not the smothering force of arrogant assholes I perceive.

Lucky for us, she’s a kinder, more open soul than we are.

“I’ve lived with my regret for a long time. I’ve hurt us all for so long. Please let me show you.”

Her lip trembles at Atlas’ admission and I give him a nod of reassurance when he looks at me briefly. We have a silent exchange of understanding that took years to hone and when he looks back at Kandy, I can sense he and I are in sync.

Kandy strokes a hand down Atlas’ face. “And our parents?”

I physically watch Atlas tense and his expression turns bitter. “I don’t care one way or another. We can show up at Christmas dinner and see how that goes over when we put a ring on your finger. They will have two options. Accept or not.”

She chews on the question a second before finding her voice. “You think that’s gonna happen, do you? Putting a ring on my finger?” Her head is shaking in disbelief and the snarky Kandy I love peeks through.

I move my hand over the sides of her face, careful not to apply pressure to her injuries and take her quivering lips with mine. Blood floods south and my cock makes it no secret how turned on her sultry question makes me. Defiant till the end. “We know it is.” Blue eyes turn into swirling pools and so much heat radiates out at me my dick is dripping cum.

The beast inside me roars to have her honey coating my dick. To sink into her tight sheath and send us all blissfully away from the hellish early morning we’ve had.

My fingers slip between her.

But our sweet Kandy can’t take us right now and the three of us will just have to suck it up and put her needs first.

A glance at my friends and I know they are thinking the same despite the raging hard-ons we sport.

But maybe a small taste won’t hurt.

I look on as Kandy parts her lips for Atlas when he turns her to him for a taste. She falls into Brogan’s arms next. Her chest is heaving and those pretty lips of hers are swelling up nice from all our kisses. She thinks a little shower loving is happening.

We strip out of our tuxedo pants and toss aside the dress shirts we had on from last night.

The shower is large enough for a soccer team with multiple jets and showerheads. It’s perfect. Pretty bright blue eyes come to meet mine, and I pull her under the water.

I strum a finger over the bruises up her ribs, and Atlas kneels in front of her pressing kisses over others. Brogan, the damn poetic bastard, starts to hum a melody used to calm the mind. Something he did a lot in our military days.

And it works on our girl. She settles into us and when those pretty lashes close, I set aside my anger for what happened to her and focus on giving her all my love and energy.

I force calm into my voice and pitch it low so as not to break the spell. “Let us care for you, myhart.”

Twelve

Kandy

Aweek has gone by and not one of those bastards has laid a finger on me much less any other part of their anatomy. Six solo showers, six shared dinners, six restless, no sex movie nights and nothing beyond a freaking kiss or a caress at any other time.

And God forbid I ask why. All I get in return is ayou need to heal. Give yourself time.You’d think I was on my deathbed.

What the hell does a girl have to do to get some? What’s the use of having three lovers if I can’t get at least one interested in bending me over in the shower? Taking me in the hot tub while it snows around us. Okay, I’ve probably thought about that one a little too long.

I’m achy, bored, and horny. They don’t know it yet, but they’ve done nothing but create a monster.

Wind howls outside and the lights flicker a second before settling. Only silver lining to this whole trip so far has been this beautiful luxury cabin. Two stories, a full library and a kick-assbalcony that extends off the second floor. And a generator if the power goes out. So I’m not worried about the snowpocalypse going down beyond the window. Actually, it’s kind of soothing knowing we’re secluded and protected by mother nature.

Part of me wants to never leave. But if these men think they can hide me forever…

I huff a sigh of frustration. One battle at a time. I kick the shampoo bottle to the side and step under the warm spray of water to rinse off. Snow pelts the windows and at any other time it would be simply stunning to watch the cold flakes drift over the vast landscape one little ice crystal at a time.

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