Knox proved that by reaching out and placing his large hand on Tonio’s shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?”
Tonio passed me off smoothly, and then Knox had his arms around me. He was so big that even with my head tilted up, I couldn’t reach his head. “You’re too tall,” I complained. That wasn’t a problem for long, though. He ran his hands down my back and then down to my ass. He cupped me there and picked me up. I squealed and wrapped my legs around his waist, but I needn’t have worried. He had me and he wasn’t going to drop me.
Knox’s mouth ravished mine as I linked my hands behind his neck. We fit so well together when he held me like this. I didn’t have to tilt my head at all. He plunged one hand into my hair, squeezing it, but his other hand stayed on my ass—and also squeezed. The way he held me was really doing something for me. My pulse pounded between my legs and I ground myself against the rock-hard bulge in his pants.
He didn’t break the kiss as he walked to the bed. He managed to climb onto the bed while still holding me. He crawled forward on his knees and then lay me down on my back. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for one last kiss before I let him go.
Knox stepped back. All four of them stood around the bed, looking down at me. It made me a little self-conscious even though the light was low. It was candlelight, I realized, looking around. There were three or four glass jars with lit candles in them scattered around the room.
I patted the bed next to me. “Isn’t anyone going to join me?”
Denver looked across the bed to his brother. “Guess it’s one of our turns to kiss her.”
I whipped my head back and forth, trying to look at them both at once. They seemed to be doing that twin telepathy thing they often did, only they’d both been acting so strange tonight, I was a little concerned about what they might be silently communicating.
Then Austin broke the trance. “I’ve got an idea.” He reached inside his nightstand and pulled out a black silk scarf. Why on earth did he have a scarf like that? But when he sat on the bed and held it out to me, I understood. He chuckled at the expression on my face. “Relax, it’s nothing kinky. I’m just curious whether you can still tell us apart if you can’t see us.”
Oh. That was a much more benevolent use of a blindfold than what I’d been imagining. I grinned at him and said, “Yes, I can.”
Tonio laughed. “So cocky.”
“I learned it from this guy.” I jerked my head in Austin’s direction, and he smiled for the first time in hours.
He leaned over and draped the scarf over my eyes. I lifted my head so he could tie it behind my head. He did so without catching any of my hair in it, which suggested to me that he had practice at that sort of thing. Somehow, I didn’t find that too surprising.
It was an entirely different sensation once my vision was taken away. I became much more aware of how little I was wearing. My legs were bare, and the dress shirt was only half buttoned. I was surrounded by four very virile, masculine men.
It was an intoxicating feeling. Exciting and a little scary, but in a good way. I trusted them—but I knew they wanted this badly, too. It made me wonder how much longer they’d be content to take things slow. I wasn’t even sure how much longer I’d be satisfied with that.
Then the bed shifted as not just one, but multiple men sat on the edge on both sides of me. Austin had been on my left, but that didn’t mean anything. He and Denver could’ve switched places before they sat down.
On my right side, the bed shifted and someone leaned over me. Whoever it was placed his hand on my other side for balance, and then there was a gentle pressure at my lips. Automatically, my mouth opened, and he captured my bottom lip, tugging at it with his teeth. I knew Austin had done that to me before, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was him.
I parted my lips more, and a warm tongue danced into my mouth. It teased and explored as our mouths mashed together. He stroked my hair away from my face and kissed me thoroughly.
At last, he straightened up, but I could still feel him hovering near me.
“Well?” Tonio’s voice came from further down the bed.
“Denver,” I said, and the man who’d just kissed me swore softly.
“How does she do that?” Knox asked.