Page 24 of Room Seventeen

Each of my men are also very different in the way that they… well, love me.

Contrary to popular belief, we don’t all share a bed every night. Occasionally, I share a bed with Darian, or with Xander, but most nights I fall asleep with and wake up with Garrett. It’s not due to some pecking order in our relationship. It’s because Garrett is a full-on snuggler and likes to hold me close throughout the night. Many times, I’ll fall asleep on Xander’s chest, but his body temperature runs extraordinarily hot, and at some point, I’ll roll off of him slick with sweat. Sometimes Darian sits next to me as I fall asleep, and sometimes I’ll wake up to him stroking my hair, but he rarely sleeps in the bed with us. It’s just not his thing, and I learned early on not to take it personally.

And then there is the way they love my body. Darian has a quiet dominance to him and speaks with calm yet authoritative commands—inviting no questions, brokering no arguments. He never asks me what I want, instead he tells me what he’s going to give me, and I fucking love it.

Xander is just as dominant, but in a different way. He’ll tell me what he’s going to do to me, and then instead of waiting for me to submit, he’ll throw me over his shoulder, moving me as he wants, where he wants, whenever he wants. I don’t hate it.

Garrett takes pleasure from giving me pleasure. He wants me, however, whenever and wherever possible. There’s something unbelievably empowering about knowing that every time somebody looks at you, they’re thinking about all the dirty things they want to do with you.

As I said, each man loves me in their own way, and wholly I am loved more than any woman deserves.

“I guess there are more families like ours out there,” I half-state, half-ask after Xander closes the door.

I’m met with silence and turn to see my men exchanging glances.

“Yes,” Xander rubs the back of his neck. “But we’ve never talked about this to anyone other than each other.”

“Does our family embarrass you?” Darian unbuttons his suit jacket.

“No, of course not,” I mindlessly snap, offended by the insinuation.

He raises his brow, and I immediately know my error. I bite my lip and put my chin to my chest. “No, Sir. I love my family. I love you.”

“It would be nice,” Garrett hedges, “to mingle with people who understand our lifestyle and our family dynamics.”

“Why?” Darian grunts, tossing his jacket over the back of the chair as he walks over to the bar. “Why is it anybody’s business what goes on inside our home?”

Xander walks up behind me and pulls me against his chest. “We don’t give a shit what anyone thinks, but Carli—”

I pull out of his arms. “I don’t care—”

“You don’t want to care, sweetheart, but you notice the double looks.” He pulls me back against him. “I know, because I notice when you tense up.”

“But that doesn’t mean I care. They can kiss my ass for all I care.”

Garrett walks up and slides my mask off my face. “Kissing your ass is our job.”

“Everything to do with your ass is our job.” Darian winks at me from the bar.

Garrett unties the belt of my trench coat, letting the ends hang at my thighs, and then unfastens my buttons, pushing the sides apart. He sucks in his breath when he sees what I’m wearing underneath. “You wore my favorite dress.”

I wouldn’t really call what I’m wearing a dress. At least, it’s nothing I would wear in public, as it barely covers me. But I knew Garrett would love it. “I wore it for you.”

He drops to his knees, running his hands down my thighs and over my calves, removing one stiletto and then the other.

Five inches shorter than I was seconds ago, I tilt my head back against Xander’s chest and smile up at him as Garrett slides his hands up my inner thighs.

Xander wraps his arm around my chest and lays his hand across my throat, lowering his mouth to mine at the same time Garrett lifts my leg, hoisting it up on his shoulder, his mouth eagerly moving against my pussy.

I moan into Xander’s mouth as Garrett sucks my clit in between his teeth. He knows exactly how to touch me, taking me from mildly aroused to on the verge of coming in less than two minutes. And let’s face it, I’m always mildly aroused around these three.

Within no time I am writhing, thrusting my hips and riding Garrett’s mouth as Xander pins me to his chest, my first of many orgasms tonight crashing over me. Xander releases his hold on my throat, and I look down to catch Garrett sitting back on his heels, wiping his mouth, a satisfied smile on his beautiful face.

“Fucking heaven.” He gives me a wink.

“I thought we were going to hold off on orgasms tonight?” Darian comes out from around the bar, handing Xander and Garrett a drink. Then he turns, grabs his own drink and a glass of water for me.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Garrett says, taking a swig of his drink.

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