Page 36 of Married to the Beasts
At the tub’s edge, I start taking off my clothes, but get supremely distracted when the men all start to disrobe. I tend to forget how many muscles hide beneath their t-shirts and jeans, and now that I know how hard they work in the studio, I wonder when they find the time to maintain their physiques.
Then there’s the inkwork that covers large swaths of their skin. The dark lines and detailed shapes take on a moody quality in the near-darkness that surrounds us.
I’m even more transfixed when their pants and briefs come off. None of them are hard yet, but their equipment is impressive even in its relaxed state.
My body responds instantly, from a mouth suddenly flooded with saliva, to hardening nipples and shivery skin all over.
“You coming, babe?” Conal’s waiting for me at the edge.
HAZEL
I swallow and pull my shirt over my head, unhook my bra, then step out of my underwear, feeling the heat of three sets of eyes on me.
Rafe and Bron are in the water already, sitting opposite the steps. They turned the spa’s jets on before we came over, and there are lights under the water that give everything a purplish-blue glow.
Conal takes my hand and helps me step in. The night air is cold, but the hot water is welcoming, and I sink in right up to my chest. Keeping hold of me, he sits down and pulls me sideways into his lap, where I’m very aware of his cock pressing against my thigh.
I’m suddenly wet in a way that has nothing to do with the water in the hot tub, but I try to ignore it,because I’m not sure if I’m ready to act on it. Things have been steadily progressing, and it seems like a big step will likely be coming very soon.
“Today was really wonderful. Thank you,” I tell all of them, raising my voice to be heard over the vigorously bubbling water. “The experiences were incredible, but the best part was getting to spend time with you.”
Conal’s hand, which has been resting near my hip, and also very nearanother partof me, gives my hip a squeeze. “I’m sorry we’ve started things off by having to hole up in the studio every day. You must be bored hanging around here.”
“I keep busy, but I miss you. I don’t want you to worry about me, though. Do what you need to do. Your fans are waiting.”
Rafe’s head tips back as he chuckles. “You’re starting to sound like Roddy.”
“We’re recording as fast as we can,” Bron says, joining in on the joke. “But seriously, you’re welcome to hang out in the studio with us if you want.”
“Can’t say it won’t be boring in there, too,” Rafe says.
“Speaking of hanging out with us—” Conal squeezes my hip again, then snakes his fingers into the crease at the top of my leg. “I get the idea that the three of us might be a lot to handle all at once.”
The unspoken words,in the bedroom,are immediately clear, especially with the way he’s touching me.
“We had the idea,” he continues, “that you might like to ease into things by spending time alone with us individually for a while.”
The suggestion takes me by surprise. My gut reaction is that this is a good idea. Despite my sister’s situation, I never pictured myself in a relationship with multiple men, and though I’m very happy to be withthese three men,it’s still been a mental adjustment.
Not to mention the potential physical adjustment. Stroking them and sucking on them is one thing—I still haven’t quite wrapped my head around doing more with all three of them at the same time.
“I think I’d like that,” I say, when I notice all three of them watching for my reaction.
“You can take turns sleeping with us each night,” Conal says.
“There certainly are plenty of bedrooms here for usto use,” I say, even though I know this isn’t really about sleeping.
“Who’s going first?” Rafe asks.
Bron raises his hand, a huge, teasing grin on his face. “I’ll make the sacrifice.”
“I’ll be sleeping with Hazel tonight. I’m her husband.” Conal holds out his left hand to show his brothers his wedding band, then lowers all his fingers except the middle one, flipping them off.
Rafe ignores him and Bron laughs good naturedly, even if he does look mildly irritated.
“Lot of stars out tonight.” Rafe tips his head back along the edge of the spa and looks up into the darkness, and the rest of us follow suit.
When I rest my head on Conal’s shoulder, he kisses my cheek, then the side of my mouth. The water is hot, but I shiver with anticipation for the night to come.
