Page 29 of Gilded Touches

“I can’t,” I husk and pant. “I can’t!”

Voss takes the back of my head in hand and presses his forehead against mine. “You will give us everything, Luna Moone. Every last fucking drop.”

Together all three work my body until the very last climax I have to give explodes through me.

Panting wildly and reaching for anyone or anything for stability, I feel Jasper push into me one last time and finally give me hot ropes of his seed.

My body quakes and quivers. I suck in a gasping breath at the shockwaves shooting outward from my core. Jasper’s grip onmy hips is punishing. He pulls out as Voss is right there, taking me in his arms. He pulls me gently off Jasper and heads toward what I find to be a bathroom. He opens the large shower door and has hot water going in no time.

“I’ve got you, baby.”

He moves us under the jetting spray and the water runs green for what seems like forever. All that time I can't help but think about how none of them are asking me where the diamonds are. They seem more worried about me.

I’ve never had that before. No one except my parents has cared for me in a way that makes me feel like the most valuable treasure in the world.

And then another thought comes to mind as my only suit of clothes washes down the drain.

I’ve got nothing to wear.

Eleven

Voss

Beautiful skin comes into view as the green washes off my jungle flower. I guess I’ll have to come up with another cute nickname that makes her blush after tonight. Going into this I thought for sure all I needed was to get my rocks off and then we could get our diamonds back and be on our way.

After tasting her, hearing her moans and devouring her juices I can’t let her go. We’ve found a woman who doesn’t mind us being brothers. I actually think she got off on us sharing her.

I reach for the flowery scented shampoo and set to washing her hair. The suds erase the tiger on her shoulders. Shayne’s going to cry about that.

Luna quietly lets me tend to her needs. I can tell she doesn’t trust easily. It’s not in her nature nor was it in her fathers.

Which is another thing. How the fuck did our best friend’s little girl become a thief? Fuck, I guess it’s not a huge stretch of the imagination, but still. He’s rolling over in his grave right nowand instead of helping her get out of whatever put her in need of stealing, we fucked her.

No. We took her virginity like fucking pirates stealing treasure.

She is a treasure. Ours, in fact. I have every intention of making sure she doesn’t leave our side. Not only because we really need those diamonds back but also because I haven't had my fill of her. Nor have my brothers.

She’s the one. I know it. Shayne and Jasper feel it too. I saw how they touched her. Their expressions of awe and fucking wonder. I know we have set things into motion for our departure, but I can feel her energy connecting with ours in a way I can’t untangle. I’m not sure I want to.

Instead of us ruining her and taking from her as she took from us, she’s flipped the tables on us by just being herself—beautiful and tender. Everything we are not.

I run the conditioner through her hair. Letting it set, I take my time washing every inch of her body. I take a knee in front of her and when I glance up, she’s considering me through curious eyes. When I lift her foot, she lets me settle her leg over my shoulder.

Pleasure and awe ease the creases over her brow. I lather my hands and gently care for her body as she cared for us so well this evening. Watching her take pleasure from such simplicity makes me think she was meant to be with us.

Tiny moans and whimpers let me know I’m doing something right. This is a first for me and I want to make sure I’m doing everything I can to show her my appreciation for the gift she gave us.

“You’re stunningly beautiful, Luna.” I set her foot down and wash her feet, calves and thighs.

Her smile is soft and her expression turns dreamy. I stand and move her under the water, rinsing away the conditioner with a deep scalp massage. With that done, I set to work on other areas. I move her out of the water and come to stand behind her.

Her skin pebbles with a rush of goosebumps everywhere my soapy hands caress. Black lashes fall over perfect skin tinged with light pink. My hand slides over her hip and I let her feel my hard length against her ass.

“Mm, Voss,” she moans.

“Shh, jungle flower. Just take the pleasure of my touch.”

The weight of her breasts shoots another rush of blood to my cock. It was already hard, now I’m losing my mind with the need to bury my length in her hot channel again.

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