Flynn appeared in the bedroom and gave a low whistle of admiration. He wasn’t alone, either. “You’re beautiful, cher,” Raphael said in a quiet but sincere voice.
“You look like a goddess, Lyss,” Spencer added.
Flynn frowned as he looked me over. “You’ve obviously got these two wrapped around your pretty little finger. One calls you cher, the other calls you Lyss… what should I call you?”
Heat rose to my cheeks as I gave him a completely true answer. “Tonight, you can call me anything you want.”
His eyes glittered as he smirked at me. I already knew from the treehouse how assertive and demanding he could be, and I wanted more of that. He strode to my side and put his hands around my waist, his long fingers nearly circling it. The power in his hands and the bulge of his biceps made me literally weak at the knees, but there was no way he was going to let me fall.
This time, he cradled me against his chest with one arm under my back and the other under my thighs. We passed by the other two on the way to the stairs. “Go sideways because of her leg,” Spencer cautioned, but Flynn just shook his head.
“I’ve got this,” he grunted. Then his eyes met mine. “I’ve got you.”
“Good,” I responded. “Now what are you going to do with me?”
“So many things.” His low voice was full of erotic promise.
Raphael stepped past us at the top of the stairs. Once in Spencer’s bedroom, he lit some candles that were placed around the room. A sweet scent hit my nose and I spotted a bouquet of roses on Spencer’s dresser.
I reached for them, and Flynn dutifully carried me over there, allowing me to stroke a finger over the gorgeous flowers.
Spencer came up behind us. “Is it nicer to get flowers for being desired rather than being injured?” he asked softly.
“Hell, yes.”
And then it finally happened. Flynn carried me to Spencer’s huge bed and carefully laid me in the middle. Three pairs of eyes watched as I smoothed down the teddy—what little there was of it.
I could almost feel the weight of their eyes on my skin, and I shivered in anticipation. Their admiration made me feel beautiful—I just wished I didn’t have this ugly cast on.
Then Raphael was there, and as always, he knew exactly what I needed. He covered my cast with a pretty, cream-colored shawl. I smiled at him while I reached down and touched the soft fabric. “That’s gorgeous. Is it new?”
He nodded. “I thought it would look good with your new lingerie if you chose to wear it.” Then he bent down and gave me a long, lingering kiss. “I’m so glad you chose to wear it,” he whispered before straightening up.
Excitement flooded my system even though I wasn’t quite sure how we’d start. “So what next?” I asked them as they hovered around the bed. Spencer had left the light on in the bathroom but closed the door partway. It allowed enough light to see them by, while still letting the romance of the candles and flowers do their thing.
Spencer smiled. “Well, once we have our fill of looking at you, I think it’s time we give you something to look at, too.” He undid the button on his suit coat, and I smiled.
Next to him, Raphael raised his eyebrow. “I’m not sure I’ll ever have my fill.”
“Too bad,” Flynn said. He shed his blazer and then pulled his t-shirt up and over his head in one movement.
The sight of one bare, chiseled chest made me squirm on the bed, and I was eager for more.
Spencer and Raphael followed his lead, taking off their jackets and then unbuttoning their shirts. There were so many gorgeous males to drool over that I wished they’d go one at a time, but that probably would’ve made them self-conscious. I heard Spencer mutter, “Remember, we focus on her,” and I bit back a smile. Hopefully soon, we’d all be so into it that no one would be self-conscious.
Flynn didn’t wait until he was all the way undressed to make his move. His shirt was off, and he’d undone the button on his jeans, tugging the zipper down halfway. As he climbed onto the bed, I could see exactly how much his erection strained the tight jeans.
“Watch her leg,” Raphael hissed, but I trusted Flynn. Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t exactly be gentle, but he’d never hurt me.
He hovered over me on my right side and then smashed his mouth against mine. I moaned as I arched my back, rising up to meet him as best as I could. He wasted no time slipping his hand up under my short teddy and cupping my breast.
Oh, god. His fingers were hard and callused. Shiverers flew along my spine, and my nipple hardened even before his index finger and thumb closed around it. The sound of my pleasure filled the room.