“We have a confession to make.” Drew was directly across from me. When he flushed, it covered his head, which was kind of adorable. He’d legit been a warrior, and I thought he was cute. There was no telling what horrors he’d seen. What those hands were capable of.
“Enough with the dramatic pause.” I tried to adjust the bra and only succeeded in drawing attention to the situation. “Tell me what it is.”
“Okay.” He gulped. I made the warrior nervous. “We can’t stop thinking about you.”
“What does that mean?” I’d had plenty of guys adorably stumble over telling me about their feelings, but this was my first experience with a plural pronoun. It was still entirely possible I was reading this all wrong. But from the way Drew’s gaze hadn’t left mine, it seemed rude to survey the table to see what the rest of we was thinking. I could feel their gazes on me.
“We busted Harvey’s balls because he had a crush on you.” Garrett’s voice was low. Harvey? Really? But he didn’t talk. “The more we gave him shit, the more we realized we all felt the same way. So we started making up stories about what we’d do if we got the chance. And we kept trying to top each other, which one of us would fuck you best.”
I couldn’t speak. All this time, I’d been sitting in my lonely suite identical to this one, having the very same thoughts. It was overwhelming to realize that not one but four men had been fantasizing about me. I wouldn’t be able to catch my breath for the rest of the movie.
“Did Garrett make things weird?” Ethan asked, whacking Garrett in the back of the head. “Because if he did, we can pretend we don’t want to fuck you.”
There were two ways I could handle this situation—walk out of the room in a huff like I thought the idea was disgusting. Or I could stay and find out what this all meant.
Problem was, I didn’t think it was a horrible idea. One sinful night could be what I needed to get through this movie. These guys took risks on a daily basis, and I’d said I wanted to be one of them.
“No, he didn’t make things weird.” The words shook as I spoke. “Tell me some of these stories.”
No turning back now…
“We could do that.” Ethan stood and circled the table so he stood behind me. His hands landed on my shoulders, and my body tensed under his touch. He let go immediately. “Or we could show you.”
He massaged the tender skin on my ass, running his hands up to my lower back and down my thighs. I concentrated on the way his touch felt, how pretty the snow was, and how much I felt like the woman I always wanted to be when I was with him.
Could I make this last? Or would it melt away, like the snow?