Page 16 of Four Fiances & I

ChapterSeven

JASMINE

“How you feeling now, Princess?” Sean asks as he places an arm around my shoulder, keeping me close as we walk up the stairs.

“Better. I don’t think I will completely relax until everyone is safely away from that house, though.” My heart’s been racing since Layton told Maximus and me what had happened. I just knew Verity would do something reckless, and hearing she had gone missing herself was terrifying. I am going to kick her ass when I get ahold of her after I’ve hugged her to death first.

“Maximus won’t be too long, and I know Christian will be waiting for you in his room.” He kisses me as we reach the landing where all five of our rooms are situated. “I know he upset you by not keeping in contact, but I’m sure there was a good reason. Don’t go too hard on him,” he smiles. “Good night, Princess.”

“Good night, Daddy.” I kiss him again before turning around and heading straight to Christian's room.

I enter, expecting to find him already in bed. But instead, he’s sitting on it with his back to me, holding his phone to his ear.

“Don’t give me that bullshit! You need to remember who you work for,” I hear him snap as I head straight for the en-suite, closing the door behind me, not wanting to disturb him whilst he’s working.

I head to the sink and start my nightly routine of removing my makeup and cleansing my skin. I have toiletries in all four of the guys’ bathrooms as well as my own. That way, I always have everything I need at hand, no matter what room I’m sleeping in. If I’m honest, I’ve hardly slept in my room in the eight months the guys and I have been together. If I do sleep in there, it's usually with all four guys, as my bed is the biggest. Even on rare occasions, all four of them are away simultaneously. I usually sleep in one of their rooms as I feel closer to them.

After I wash my face, I realise I can hear Christian's raised voice from the bedroom, not enough to hear what he’s saying, but whoever is on the other end of the call is getting a telling off. I’m just glad it's not me.

I brush my teeth and apply my face cream to give Christian as much time as he needs to finish his phone call.

I look down at my hands and rub the last of the cream into them. I notice my engagement ring and remember the night the guys proposed.

We had all sat on our beach at the villa in Majorca, the same way as the first time we met, watching the sun go down. I had already told the guys I was ready to make our relationship legal, and I wanted us to get married so I could officially be the O’Reilly everyone keeps telling me I’ve become.

The four men surrounded me that night, and each declared their love to me. Maximus said he would never want another brat or for me to change. Sean promised to treat me like the princess he’s called me since day one. Jason vowed to guide me and shower me with all the love he had to give and more, and Christian swore to protect me from whatever life would throw at us. Christian pulled out a jewellery box that contained five rings and placed one on my finger, asking me to marry him legally. A blessing of our polygamous relationship will follow straight after.

The wedding is a little over a month away, and I couldn’t be more excited and happy. Looking down at my engagement ring, I know nothing will stop me from marrying my four guys. They are my whole world, and that will never change.

“Look, I have dealt with your crap for the last four days!” Christian growls as he opens the ensuite door and walks over to me, his phone still in his hand. “All I care about right now is making it up to my fiancée that I had to leave her for that time to sort shit out. Now fuck off, and don’t get in touch until you have some good fucking news for me!” He ends the call and slams his phone onto the counter beside me.

“You got it fixed then?”

Christian looks at the phone and sighs, rubbing his face.

“It’s a new one I picked up on the way home. I’ve just turned it on, and all your messages and some work came through.”

I lean back and look up at my man, worried he is lying to me, but all I see is how tired he looks.

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I should have made more of an effort to contact you.” He runs his knuckles down my cheek lovingly as I lean into his touch.

“It’s okay; I know you have a lot going on,” I reply, reaching forward to rest my hands on his chest.

“That’s not the point. I was worried you would hear how stressed I was or I would snap at you by mistake, so I thought communicating through Terry was the best option. But I was wrong, and I’m sorry. I hate how much work is dragging me away from you at the moment,” he sighs, leaning forward to kiss me.

What I thought was going to be a gentle kiss is anything but. It’s strong, which he deepens by threading his fingers into my hair and wrapping an arm around my waist, keeping me held tightly against him.

I can feel his hard length, constricted by his suit trousers, and I can’t help grinding up against him. A deep moan leaves Christian as I reach down and unfasten his belt before working on his trousers. Grabbing hold of his hips, I turn us so he is now leaning back against the counter as I break the kiss.

“Let me help you unwind, Daddy,” I whisper against his lips before dropping to my knees, pulling his trousers and boxers down at the same time.

“Baby girl, you do that just by being here,” he replies, running a hand over my head, his fingers tightening in my hair as I take his rock-hard cock in my hand. I look up at him through my lashes and can’t miss how he hardens further.

“This may help a little more,” I whisper with a grin before licking up his full length. Christian's eyes close as his head falls back. A deep growl-like noise sounds in his throat as I take him in my mouth, letting my tongue lick the tip before sucking him deeper.

I watch his whole body tense as I take him deeper. Watching the guys when I suck their dicks is as much a turn-on for me as it is for them. There is something about bringing these powerful men to putty in my hand that makes me almost orgasm from the sight of them alone.

“Fuck, Baby,” he gasps out as I take him deeper again and nearly bottom out as his cock slides down my throat. I hum around him as his moans heighten my arousal.

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