“No, I’ve taken a job in Charlotte so I can be close to my best friend.” The minute I thought about Brooklyn, I missed her. I’d be seeing her in a few days, though.
“You must be really close,” Adam murmured and caught my attention. His lips looked so warm, wet, and kissable that I leaned towards him.
“We are,” I whispered, but someone cleared their throat, so I pulled away with a blink.
“You need to rest a little bit, Nicolette,” Michael instructed softly. “You are eager, and you are incredible, but you’re only human. Let’s watch a movie or something on television for a while before we wear you out before you even get started.”
He softened the instructions with a smile and a look of fascination.
“Thanks for being considerate,” I replied just as softly. “I am eager to learn, to experience it all, but you’re right. I need to pace myself, I guess.”
We all cleared the table and then went into the living room area. There was a large black sectional sofa that matched that weird table that had been used as my sacrificial table. I’d forgotten about that stray thought but thought about it now.
I settled down on the couch, my feet tucked up under me with Adam at my side. I let my head fall to his shoulder, a familiar touch that would have seemed odd hours ago but now felt natural.
I had offered myself up to these guys. They were far more than the four cocks I thought I was in for. They were far more than attractive. They had passion, drive, and hopes that I’d never thought they’d have. I’d assumed they’d be shallow men, filled with egos bolstered by their father’s wealth.
Instead, I’d met men that were seriously considering leaving the life of luxury they lived in order to serve others. I’d met men that treated me like I was a treasured gift they’d been given, delicate and fragile, something to be adored. I looked over at Tristan, the other brother I hadn’t had sex with yet.
He looked deep in thought, lost to the movie we’d chosen to watch. That led to me looking at the others. They weren’t watching the movie, they were thinking. I smiled because I barely knew these guys, but it seemed that I’d had an impact already.
I sighed, as happy as could be as the sun went down and Vegas came to sparkling life. I must admit, I forgot to watch the movie as the city lit up all over again, as it must do every night. But tonight, that glittering haven that beckoned like a mistress left too long on her own, lit up just for me. At least, in my mind it did.
I left the couch, enthralled by the fountains that came to life in the light. By the way the lights danced and jumped to form words and pictures below me. It was so modern, full of life and promise that I couldn’t help but try to get near it. I stood against the cool glass that eased my aches a little and watched the dry, barren desert become a fantasy world.
I knew down there in the bowels of those glittering lights, that badness happened, things some would call evil happened. But up here, for this short time, Las Vegas was a beautiful place that offered hope. It was the place where I’d come to hope for far more than the lonely life that faced me before I came here.
I didn’t know what the future held but I had a feeling these men were going to be a part of my life for a very long time. I turned to them with a sudden twirl and gave Adam what I hoped was a very sexy grin.
“Ready boys?”Chapter Fifteen“Oh, I’m more than ready, Nicolette. I’ve been thinking about nothing else for the last two hours,” Adam spoke as Michael turned the television off. “I think what you need, my dear, sweet girl…”
He paused as he stood up, in a pair of low-slung black pajama bottoms now, to walk towards me. He had this look on his face, like something I imagine wild tigers would wear as they stalked their prey. I stared at him, the deer caught in the headlights, only the headlights on this tiger were dark gray eyes.
He stalked up to me until I had to look up at him, my eyes full of curiosity and longing. What was he going to do? What was he going to say, more importantly?
“I think you need…” his words trailed off, holding me in suspense as his finger trailed down my face and his other hand pulled my hands up over my head. “A good, hard fucking.”
My head began to spin as his tongue traced a wet path up my neck. Why did that feel so good? Still, like a tiger, he tasted me, gathered my scent in his nose, as if he wanted to make sure he could find me later by smell and taste alone. That tongue moved up to my earlobe where he whispered to me.