I couldn’t wait to discover what it was.
Finally, as if by an unspoken signal, they got up. Raphael assured me he’d only put the food away before he joined me. The dishes could stay out here until next year, as far as I was concerned.
Flynn stopped me when I reached for my crutches. “You won’t need those for the rest of the night.” When I protested, he simply took me into his arms and picked me up. With his mouth close to my ear, he said, “I haven’t had the chance to carry you as often as the others have.” He bit gently on my earlobe and delicious chills that had nothing to do with the night air filled me. “I already told them that I’m the one who gets to carry you upstairs and lay you down on the bed.”
“I can’t wait,” I whispered back.
To my utter shock, someone turned on some music, and Flynn glided me around the room as the other two put away the food. “You dance?” I said to Flynn, unable to hide my surprise.
“With you I do.” He whirled me around, and I put my good foot on top of the toe of his shoe. That gave me a little support but left my plaster-covered leg just off the ground.
I squealed when Flynn moved faster. Raphael and Spencer watched us as we did a kind of waltz around the living room.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” Raphael called. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or my dance partner, but it made me grin, either way.
“You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it,” Flynn growled. He kind of had a point. The two of them had spent well over a week carrying me from point A to point B. Neither of them had ever twirled me around in the process.
“Flynn?” I looked into his piercing brown eyes, and the passion in them nearly overwhelmed me. Instead of listening to what I wanted to tell him, he bent his head and pressed his mouth against mine. His strong arms held me close against him and I could feel his erection pushing against my stomach.
My excitement level shot off the charts. This man was hot as hell, and so were the other two. How did any woman handle all that erotic potential without melting into a puddle of desire?
But I didn’t let myself get too overwhelmed with the sensations because as incredible as this felt, I knew it would be even better upstairs. Therefore, I reluctantly pulled away from Flynn’s incredible kiss. “Can you take me to the bedroom?” I asked him.
“Fuck, yeah.” He started for the stairs, and I couldn’t help my breathy little laugh.
“No, my bedroom. I want to change before we go up there.”
“Why? You look incredible. Good enough to eat.” He demonstrated that by nibbling on my neck.
“Please? I have something special I want to wear for you.”
Spencer happened to pass by at that moment, and he exchanged a smirk with his brother. “Don’t expect to be wearing it for long,” he told me.
Holy shit, these men were hot. And tonight they were all mine. Or I was theirs—somehow that sounded even better because I couldn’t wait to see what they were going to do with me upstairs.
Flynn grumbled, but he carried me to the bedroom as asked. He wanted to stay and watch me change, but I shooed him out. He wouldn’t budge until I promised him that after I changed, he’d like what he’d see—and if he didn’t, he could take it off of me.
“That part is going to happen either way.” The accompanying wink my made panties dampen.
The whole time I was changing—which was never a quick process in my current condition—I wondered about how the men would treat me. How they might touch me. By the time I had on the silky teddy, robe, and tiny panties Sierra had sent, I was ready to spontaneously combust. Seriously, it probably would’ve only taken a single finger from one of the men stroking down my side and I would’ve come.
And tonight there would be thirty fingers touching me. I could barely even process that. It sounded so damn good.
“Flynn?” I called. “I’m ready.” I’d deliberately left the light on in the bathroom. I was wearing this outfit for my men, and I wanted them to see me in it. Sure, I wished the cast wasn’t part of the ensemble, and nervous butterflies bounced around in my stomach, but it was time to go big or go home. And with the chance to be with these three on the line, no way was I going home.
In fact, it sort of felt like I already was home. That shouldn’t be possible after only knowing them and the kids for two short weeks, but I couldn’t deny the feeling.