Page 82 of The Preachers' Promise
Cain’s voice comes from behind. “Open the door.”
I do and find myself in a bright room with deep windows and a huge bed, along with a dresser. A beautiful orchid stands on the dresser, and the windowsill has been turned into a cushionedseat. I recognize some of the items on the shelves—my little collection of vases.
“These are mine!” I exclaim, surprised and delighted.
Malachi steps into the room. “We had them brought over. I hope that’s all right? We didn’t step out of line?”
“No, never.”
I feel the tears gathering and blink them away. They are tears of joy, but I know my men will be perturbed by them. I own so little, and these vases represent home to me, and they brought them here and carefully displayed them for me.
It occurs to me that the guys always planned to bring me home. From the moment I left, they must have been working to get all this done. While I was fretting that they’d quickly move on, they were planning my return and making it perfect for me. How did I get so lucky?
I turn to face them, smiling. “Wow, this is gorgeous. I love it.”
Cain shrugs one massive shoulder. “We wanted you to have your own space.”
I hesitate and say, “What if I don’t want my own space? What if I want to share it with all of you?”
Mal chuckles. “Then we can do that, too.”
I throw my arms around him and kiss Malachi first. “Thank you.”
Then I release him and go to Cain. I grin up into my childhood best friend’s face. “And thank you.” I plant a kiss on his mouth.
And, finally, I do the same to Roman, only treating him a little more gently, my kiss brushing his lips. “And you.”
“Wait, I want more.” Malachi grabs me back and hauls me against him. I giggle and wind my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his.
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My cock reactsto her proximity, instantly standing to attention. I break the kiss and duck my nose to her neck, inhaling the scent of her. Fuck, she smells good—not of perfume or fake scents, but just her.
I unzip the back of her dress and kiss her throat. She lets out a breathy sigh of pleasure and lets her head tilt back. The sexual tension in the room quickly ramps up.
“I think we should christen the new bed,” I growl against her skin.
“I’ll sit this one out,” Roman says in that new careful way he has of speaking due to his injured cheek. “I don’t want to make my pain worse.”
Ophelia blinks over at him with those big wide eyes. “But now I feel bad.”
“Don’t feel bad. I’m not going anywhere. I’m happy to watch. I’ll imprint it all to memory to use whenever I want.”
She gives a sexy little smile. “Well, in that case, we’d better make sure we give you a good show.”
She steps away from me and slips the strap of her dress down one shoulder and gives a little wiggle. “How about this?” She edges the other strap down and licks her lips.
Roman’s breathing grows shallower. “Yeah, that’s good.”
He takes a seat in the corner and covers the bulge in his pants with his palm.
“How about this?” She tugs the dress down over her tits then cups them, pushing them together and playing with her nipples.
Oh, fuck. She’s giving us all a show.
She tosses back her head, her long hair brushing her spine and the top of her ass. The dress slides down from her slender hips and pools around her feet. She gives a little moan as she plays with her tits, and her eyes slip shut.
