Page 174 of Dream Girl
“Usually. This time, I thought we’d all stay in my room.” With a wink, Evan popped out of the bed, and took my hand and led me out of the cute room. He opened another door in the hall. “This is your nearest bathroom.”
I went inside the granite bathroom. “There’s a waterfall in the bathtub.”
“Yep. Spencer’s room is through the adjoining door.” Evan led us back out. “We’ve got Bren and Jett’s room, then Wes’ room. Their bathroom has a sauna.”
“Wes has a room? I want to see.” I opened the door.
The bed looked like rough-hewn logs, as did the matching furniture. It was done in green plaid. There was a fireplace and a big, fuzzy rug.
“This is cute,” I told him.
“It is. But I have more to show you.” Evan led me upstairs. There were two more doors. We went to the right. There were more sloping ceilings and a view of the lake. There was a fireplace and a gigantic bed, unfussy, but comfortable, with a wooden headboard and more matching lumberjack furniture, which must be a theme. The area in front of the window was almost alcove-like with a little seating area.
“There’s a balcony and a hot tub with a lake view,” Evan said as he set our stuff down on the low table.
Wes pulled the two of us down into the big soft bed. His arms wrapped around me and Evan, and for a moment I let their scents and muscles wrap around me as he purred.
“Your house is stunning,” I told Evan, relishing in snuggling with my guys.
“It is. I love spending time here,” Evan said. “And I hope you do, too.”
I gazed out at the lake. From here I could see the dock and a fire-pit. “I could get used to this.”
“As much as I joke about rich people and their toys, there are perks,” Evan told me.
“Wait until you see the boat.” Wes crawled out of bed. “I’ll be back.” He went through a door that was probably the bathroom.
Evan got a mischievous look on his face. “Come on, I want to show you something.”
I followed him out of the room, and we went through the other door. There was a little cozy sitting room with a kitchenette and a giant couch, and an open door that looked like a bathroom. There was also a small staircase. Evan took my hand and led me up the stairs. A small landing had a door, a bench, some cupboards, and hooks with robes on them. He kicked off his shoes, and I did the same.
The door was open, and he led me through. The small room was low-ceilinged--like Evan nearly hit the roof with his head--and light streamed in through a skylight. He pressed a switch, and electric candles lit up everywhere. There was a little window with a seat. My feet sank into the thick, padded carpet. The walls were draped with silky saffron-colored fabric.
“I feel like I’m in a spice box.” I leaned into him.
“This is my turret.” Again, his look went heated as the room went thick with the scent of his arousal.
“This is a sex turret.” I looked around. Most of the room was a sunken area filled with pillows and blankets in the deep colors Evan liked.
“Yep. It’s a fuck-nest. I plan on having you here tonight.” He nibbled on my neck, and I shivered with pleasure.
Yes, take me in the fuck-nest.
Holding my hand, he jumped into the sunken bed, taking me with him. I buried myself under the pillows, relishing in the sensation as my body trembled in pleasure.
“Peaches, keep doing that and I’ll have you right now.” Evan’s nose touched mine. We were under the covers, and it felt like we were in a blanket fort.
“Do we have time for a quickie?” My thighs rubbed together with desire, warmth seeping through me.
“Don’t tempt me. With my heat coming, I’m a horny fuck.” Evan hummed and burrowed in with me, holding me close, his hard-on digging into me.
“You’re always horny.” My head rested on his chest. The tension I’d felt since last night melted away. I was cozy, safe, loved, and with Evan. “It’s soon?”
I knew little about heats. Just that they were omega fertile cycles and involved days of non-stop sex.
“In three weeks, while Riley’s on spring break. Yeah, that was purposeful. Thank goodness for drugs that help you schedule your heat.” His hand stroked my back.
“It’s what, four or five times a year? That’s a lot of time off–do you ever get to take vacations if you’re using all your time off for that?” My eyes closed. I needed to finish the modules.
