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  “Would you spank me?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Matek, would you let him spank me?” She gave him a pout.

  “Uh-uh, nope.” The smile on Aric’s face disappeared.

  “What?” she asked

  “You don’t get to play us off against one another, Poppet,” he told her in a stern voice. “That’s not how this works. If I say you’re getting punished, that’s what will happen. No one else is going to stop me.”

  “What if they think you’re being mean?”

  “Then we bring that up in private with the other person. But for you, we’re a united front. Now, Matek might be the soft touch when it comes to you, which is odd considering he’s a hard ass with everyone else. Doesn’t mean he’ll let you use him to get out of being punished.”

  “Okay,” she said in a small voice.

  “You owe Matek an apology.”

  Damn, he sure knew how to make her feel guilty. But she turned to Matek obediently, because she did feel bad. Being a bit bratty was okay, being a manipulative bitch? Not cool. Tears filled her eyes.

  “Sorry, Matek.”

  Matek nodded, then alarm filled his face. “Don’t cry.”

  She sniffled.

  “Don’t cry. Aric.”

  “It’s all right,” Aric told him. “Sometimes tears are fine.”

  “Not fine. Don’t cry,” Matek commanded.

  “Matek, you know sometimes it’s a form of release,” Aric explained.

  Matek just growled.

  “Poppet, look at me,” Aric directed gently.

  She didn’t want to. She felt ashamed.

  “Poppet,” he repeated warningly.

  Sighing, she raised her gaze to his. “Yes?”

  “There’s no reason to cry. You made a mistake, I corrected you. Now it’s over.” He ran a thumb over her cheek.

  “I just feel bad.”

  “I know you do. Under normal circumstances, a punishment would take away that guilt. But I’m not spanking you with your sore head. I suppose you could go into timeout, but I don’t think giving you time to think is a good idea.”

  “I really am sorry.”

  “Shh, you’re learning. It’s a lot, I know. We’re all going to make mistakes. We just have to learn to be patient, to communicate, and be forgiving.”

  She leaned her face into his shoulder and he rubbed the back of her neck.

  “What happened to prankster Aric? You sound so mature.”

  He laughed. “I have my moments. But I’m still getting you back for the green dye, brat.”

  “I can’t get spanked for that, right?” She pulled back to look up at him.

  “No. Not when I already pranked you first.”

  “Oh, because that would mean I would get to spank you. Hmm, now that sounds like fun.”

  “Not happening, Poppet, so get that look off your face.”

  She grinned up at him teasingly.

  “Now that’s what I like. A smile on your face.” He traced a finger across her lips. “So pretty.”

  He bent and pressed his lips to hers. There was nothing soft about his kiss. It was hard and hot and hungry. She whimpered as he drew back, needing more.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

  She forced herself not to beg him to touch her, take her.

  “Poor thing, you do need to come, don’t you? Are your panties soaked?” he asked.

  She groaned. Did he have to ask her things like that?

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Aww, we should probably change them for you, don’t you think, Matek?” he asked.

  “What? No! I can do it,” she replied hastily.

  “No, it’s our duty as your men to make sure you’re comfortable and dry and happy,” Aric told her. “We should strip those wet panties off and clean you up.”

  That sounded awful. Then she noticed a glint in Aric’s eyes. Oh, right. Clean her up with . . .

  “Your tongue,” she squeaked. Oh shit! She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

  A grin filled his delicious face. His slightly messy hair fell over his forehead as he leaned down to kiss her lightly. “Now she gets it.”

  She couldn’t resist brushing that hair back. It was freaking adorable. In a totally sexy way. She felt kind of bad that she’d temporarily turned it green. But not bad enough to apologize.

  “But do I get to come if I’ve been naughty?” Wait, why did she say that? She wanted him to take care of her need, right? Then why was she pointing out why he shouldn’t give her an orgasm?

  Because you’re an idiot.

  “Not usually, no. But you weren’t that naughty. And you’re still learning. Plus, you’re supposed to be resting and not stressed. It wouldn’t be fair to leave you like this. Right, Matek?”

  “Her head,” Matek said.

  “We’ll make sure she’s careful. I’ll hold her, while you eat her out.”

  Oh Lord. Oh Lord.

  “Matek’s a big guy and intense,” Aric said to her. “But he’d never hurt you.”

  She figured he was saying that more to reassure Matek than her.

  “I know he wouldn’t.”

  Matek huffed out a sigh at their words.

  “Are you used to sharing?” she asked, unsure she wanted to know the answer.

  Aric shot her a wary look. “We haven’t been monks. Well, Matek and Kassim are close to it. Especially Matek.”

  The other man just grunted. She sent him a smile and his face lightened slightly. She liked that he hadn’t slept around a lot.

  “You haven’t slept with anyone since I arrived?” she asked Matek.

  “None of us have,” Aric told her, shocking her.

  “What? Really? But . . . what about the nights out with your cousins? You must have . . .”

  “Nope. None of us have been with anyone since soon after you arrived, Pippa.”

  Okay. There went her mind again. Blown into pieces.

  “I’ve only been with one man,” she confessed. “My ex-fiance. And he said I was like a dead fish in bed.”

  “That bastard,” Aric snarled. “More like he was a bad lover.”

  “I’ll hurt him for you.” Those words came from Matek and she glanced over in alarm as he climbed off the bed.

  “No, wait. That was a long time ago. You can’t hurt him.” She grabbed his hand.

  “Can.”

  “Please, no, Matek.”

  He stilled, glancing down at her. “Hurt you.”

  “Not anymore. I’m just . . . I’m worried about pleasing you guys. I don’t have much experience. I might be crap. I wasn’t enough to keep the interest of one man, let alone all of you and I . . . I . . .”

  “Whoa. Whoa.” Aric drew her up onto his lap, holding her tight. “That is definitely not something for you to worry about.”

  “How do you know,” she wailed.

  “Because of the way you react to all of us. The way you meet our kiss and want more. Sounds to me like your ex was a jerk. He was probably selfish in bed. And he likely didn’t understand your needs like we do. You have nothing to worry about. I promise. And having more than one man just means that there are more hands and mouths to please you.”

  “And how do I please you?”

  “My sweet girl, you please us just by being you. But if you’re worried, don’t be. We’ll be sure to tell you what we want from you.”

  She relaxed. “Good.”

  “Matek, would you like a taste of our girl?”

  “Yes.”

  Aric turned her carefully so she was sitting with her back to his front. “But I . . . wait, I should go clean myself up.”

  “That’s Matek’s job,” Aric murmured.

  “Oh, shit,” she said as Matek knelt on the bed in front of her and started drawing her pajama pants down her legs.

  Was this really happening? Right now?

  “I need a shower first,” she said hastily.

  Aric scoffed. �
�You’re fine. You smell perfect. And we’re not waiting. Are we, Matek?”

  “Nope.” Matek was staring down at her panty-clad pussy with a small smile on his face.

  Why was he looking like that . . . oh shit! She just remembered she was wearing her black panties with lace at the back and a Batman symbol over her pussy.

  Whoops.

  “Um, I have sexy panties!” she blurted out. “It’s just Vivi didn’t pack any of them. Promise. I have very serious panties.”

  “Serious panties?” Aric asked in an amused voice. “What are serious panties? What are on her panties, Matek?”

  “Batman,” Matek replied.

  “Ooh, got a thing for superheroes, Poppet?”

  “No! Just Batman,” she muttered. “But not all my panties have Batman on them.”

  Just most of them.

  “Cute,” Matek said, running his finger over her slit.

  Cute was well and good but she also wanted to be sexy.

  “I like cute.” The heat in Matek’s gaze seemed to say that he found cute sexy.

  “Bet her pussy is even better,” Aric murmured. “Take her panties down.”

  She was kind of surprised that Matek was taking Aric’s orders.

  “As soon as he gets over his worry about hurting you, he’ll be bossing us all around,” Aric whispered to her. “But right now, he needs this. He needs to know that he won’t harm you.”

  Why would he even think he would hurt her?

  “He’s a big guy,” Aric whispered. “People have made comments about his size, his roughness. And he’s very protective of you.”

  Those bastards. She’d kill them all.

  “Just relax. Let him pleasure you. All he needs is to be shown that he’s not a beast without control.”

  What? People said that? That wasn’t true at all. Matek was completely in control. Except for the other night when he’d smashed up that room. She still needed to find out what that was about.

  But right then, her attention was stolen by Matek slipping her panties down her legs.

  Oh hell, he’d completely bared her pussy to his view. This was insane. What was she doing?

  “You’re trembling? What’s wrong?” Aric asked.

  “I just . . . Gary only did this a few times and he didn’t like it.”

  Shame filled her, having to admit that.

  “Gary is a dick,” Matek growled.

  “I second that, brother,” Aric agreed. “Why don’t you have a taste of our girl and ease her mind.”

  “Gladly.”

  Before she could even say anything, Matek had slid her legs over Aric’s and the other man bent and drew them apart.

  Oh holy hotness, Batman.

  Now she was completely on display to Matek who lay on his stomach, using his arms to prop himself up as he spread her pussy lips.

  “Are you sure?” she asked on a gasp.

  “Hush,” Aric murmured. “He’s not doing anything he doesn’t want to do.” He reached around to undo her pajama top.

  “Her safeword is hapuka,” Matek told Aric.

  “She has a safeword? Good. You’ll use it if you need to. But don’t use it because you think we want to stop. We’re big boys. We know what we want. And what we want is you.”

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  What we want is you.

  Oh, Lord. They were killing her. Seriously. Aric had her pajama top parted by now, revealing her soft, pudgy stomach and slightly saggy boobs. How could they really want her?

  “I don’t like how she’s tensed up, Matek,” Aric commented. “I think she’s gone into her head.”

  Matek didn’t reply. Or at least, not with words. Instead, he ran his tongue along her slit, making her cry out as he reached her clit and started to flick it lightly.

  Oh fuck. So good.

  “Stay still,” Aric warned. “Remember to say your safeword if your head starts hurting. Or anything else. Otherwise, just relax and let us make you feel good.”

  He cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her taut nipples.

  More. She wanted more. She wanted him to tug at them. To play with them roughly.

  “How does she taste, brother?” Aric murmured.

  Matek drew back and she glanced down at him. Oh Lord, his mouth was wet with her juices. That was embarrassing. She shouldn’t be that wet, should she?

  “Fucking delicious. Sweet. Creamy. Can’t stay away.” His mouth returned to her pussy, his tongue stabbing at her entrance, making her shake.

  Oh hell. Oh hell.

  When Gary had licked her pussy, it had felt nothing like that. And his disgust at her taste had made her feel so ashamed.

  But Matek, well, he definitely seemed to like her taste.

  Aric lightly tugged at her nipples, bringing her attention back to him.

  “Do you like what he’s doing to you?” he asked her. “Tell me what his tongue is doing.”

  Oh Lord, he wouldn’t make her do that, would he?

  “We probably shouldn’t do this on Kassim’s bed,” she said urgently.

  Aric scoffed. “If he didn’t want anything happening, then he shouldn’t have brought you back here. Besides, we’re doing him a favor. Now his bed is going to smell like your arousal. In fact, maybe we should move. Go do this in my room. Matek?”

  Matek hummed, making her gasp. Oh, holy hell. Who’d have known that would send vibrations through her body?

  “Matek doesn’t want to move. He’s found his happy place. He’s going to want to eat you out all the time, you know. You just became his favorite dessert. Fuck, feeling you moving against me is hot as hell. You’re awfully quiet, though. Tell me what he’s doing.”

  Shoot. She thought she had distracted him from that.

  “I . . . I . . .” She was trying her best not to make noises but it was so hard. She groaned as Matek moved his hand and pressed a finger deep inside her. “Oh fuck.”

  “That’s it, let us hear all the noises. Don’t hold anything back from us,” Aric warned. “Or we’ll just do this all day until you stop hiding.”

  “He . . . he has a finger in my pussy!” she blurted out. Shit, that was so hard. Why was that so hard? Aric did sexy talk so effortlessly and she felt like an oversized tomato face from saying pussy. “His tongue is licking my clit. Flicking then circling it.”

  “And how does that feel?” Aric asked as he pinched her nipples.

  She let out a deep moan. Oh, that felt so good.

  “It feels amazing. Like nothing I’ve felt before.”

  She moved her head around to bury her face in his neck.

  “That’s it, you keep nice and still and just let us make you feel good. Matek is going to make you come and I want to hear you scream, understand? Don’t you hold back.”

  “Yes, Aric,” she replied.

  “That’s such a good girl. My sweet, delicious girl. Why don’t you put two fingers down in your pussy and gather up some of that wetness?”

  What? Oh hell. What were they doing to her?

  “Pippa,” he said in a low, commanding voice. “Put your fingers in your pussy and make them nice and slick. Matek, can you remove your finger?”

  Matek made a grumbling noise, which again made her gasp in pleasure when he slowly slid his finger free.

  Just as she was reaching down to push two fingers into her pussy, the door to the room opened and she froze.

  She wasn’t sure who was more shocked. Her or Tavi as he took in her naked state and the fact that she was sitting with her legs spread over one brother, while another brother had his head between her legs.

  Awkward.

  She attempted to raise her hands to cover herself but Aric grabbed hold of her hands, holding them away from her body. Tavi’s gaze moved over her, taking in all of her. Her breath came in sharp pants as Matek continued to lap at her as though he had no idea what was going on. Although she was pretty sure he did. Nothing got past Matek.

  “Don’t cover yourself,” Aric ordered. “We’re
all going to carry on and Tavi is going to watch. Aren’t you, Tavi?”

  Tavi simply nodded and dropped the bag he’d been holding. He shut the door and leaned back against it. Well, at least they wouldn’t have any more interruptions. Unless poor Kassim tried coming back and saw them.

  She thought the universe had shifted on its axis, considering that out of all of them, she’d have considered Aric to be the least dominant and here he was, ordering them all around.

  Although that could be because Matek was worried about touching her. And Tavi, well, likely he was in shock. And because they were in a funny place right now.

  For some reason the idea of him watching turned her on even more.

  Oh hell. What was wrong with her? She wanted someone to watch?

  Just them. Just one of them. No one else.

  “Now, what order were you given, Poppet?” Aric asked.

  What? What was he talking about? Oh, shit. That was right. She was meant to be fingering herself. Matek drew back, licking his lips.

  “Hurry, baby,” he told her. “Want to keep eating.”

  Her breath hitched at the hunger in his voice.

  “See, I told you that you’d become his new favorite treat,” Aric told her. “He can’t wait to get back to feasting on that pussy.”

  “Less talk. More action,” Matek demanded, glaring up at them both.

  She shot a quick look at Tavi who was staring at her intently, hunger in his gaze. Licking her lips, she moved her hands lower, pressing two fingers into her slick passage. Shit. Shit. Closing her eyes, she moved them back and forth a few times, aware of all the men staring at her.

  “That’s enough,” Aric ordered. “Slide your fingers back out.”

  “Don’t want to.”

  Her nipples were pinched. Hard. She cried out. Ouch. Too sore. Too sore. She opened her eyes, turning her head to glare at Aric.

  “Do as you were told, Poppet.”

  Fine. Sheesh. Such a bossy boots. Slowly, she pulled her fingers free. As soon as she had, Matek dove back between her legs, taking long licks of her that were enough to drive her nuts but not send her over the edge.

  Oh. Oh. Oh.

  She was so close.

  “Bring your fingers to my mouth,” Aric commanded. “I want a taste.”

  Sweet heavens above. Was he for real right now? But he didn’t say anything more and she knew she’d be in trouble soon for stalling, so she moved her arm across her chest so her fingers were by his mouth. He drew them in deep, tonguing them first then sucking them.