She looked away at his words. She wasn’t sure she believed him.
A firm hand tilted her face up. Caleb’s blue, calm eyes stared down at her. “Genevieve Amelia, you are beautiful. Inside and out. If Aleki or I made you feel like we were interested in Marilyn at all, then I’m sorry. I can assure you it wasn’t the case. We haven’t looked at another woman the way we look at you in eight years.”
They weren’t celibate all that time.
“There were other women, earlier on,” Aleki admitted. “But no one like you. It was always you.”
“You haven’t had any relationships?” she asked. She knew the three of them hadn’t shared a woman, but surely they’d each had relationships with women on their own.
“No,” Caleb said quietly brushing some of her hair back. “None.”
She glanced over at Wolfe who watched her back with calm eyes. “I’ve never been with a woman at all.”
Did he . . . was he saying . . .
“Never?” she whispered.
He shrugged. “I don’t have those urges. Except with you.”
She sucked in a breath. Holy. Shit. Wolfe was a virgin? Sexy, dark, mysterious Wolfe? How was that possible? Did he really not have interest in any other woman but her?
She started to sit up straighter. She knew her self-worth should come from within, but it had honestly taken such a battering these past few years that their words were just starting to heal the damage that had been done.
“We all have those urges,” Caleb said with a smile. “What about you, jelly bean? Got any urges you want to share? Or act on?”
Her breath quickened. One arm rested behind her back and he placed his other hand at the top of her thigh. She gulped, wishing he would move that hand slightly over.
As though he could hear her thoughts, Caleb ran his fingers between her thighs. His fingers were pressed against her pussy.
“Open.”
Oh God. She was a sucker for that. She shouldn’t do it. Marilyn could be back at any moment. That thought seemed to spur her on. And she found her thighs widening. He ran a finger along her panties. Oh crap. She’d forgotten she was just wearing one of their T-shirts under the blanket. She took a sniff. Smelled like the ocean. Caleb.
“Someone has wet panties,” he murmured. “I’d say she has plenty of urges.”
“Never forgotten that taste,” Aleki added. “Like fucking roses. Sweet. Delicious.”
“Roses. Hmm. I didn’t know it could taste like roses,” Wolfe mused.
“Fuck, yes, my man. You have got some things to look forward to.” Aleki whacked Wolfe on his back.
Wolfe watched her with a hunger that made her swallow heavily. While he might be a virgin, she had a feeling she was going to be firmly under his control.
“Maybe we all deserve a small taste,” Caleb said on a low murmur.
She wiggled on his lap. “You can’t, Marilyn could come back any minute.”
“She knows the rule. She signed an NDA,” Wolfe told her. “If she speaks of anything that happens with the princes or anyone connected to the princes, then she’ll find herself in a world of trouble.”
“And if she even looks at you funny, you will tell us,” Caleb said in a low voice. “That’s a rule. Nobody hurts our girl.”
His finger dipped underneath her panties to run along the seam of her lips. Oh God. That felt so good. She leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes.
“Uh-uh, keep your eyes open,” Caleb commanded. “I want you to see what you do to them. I want you to know beyond a doubt that you are a goddamn addiction for us. There is no way we would ever look at another woman, want another woman when we have the woman who was made for us in our arms.”
He circled her clit and she let out a small cry as she opened her eyes and looked over at Aleki then Wolfe.
Both of them stared back at her with hunger in their eyes. And for the first time in a long, long time she felt wanted. Attractive.