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  I dropped a hand to his ass and moved my fingers along the edge of it, managing to reach between his cheeks to brush against the backside of his balls, running my fingertips over the curves of them, drawing them back into my palm so I could roll them.

  He groaned, his body shivering hard and I clutched at his shoulders with my other hand as if I could position him just right. I whimpered as he drew his fingers out, giving his balls a squeeze for good measure.

  “You stop, I stop,” I threatened as he pushed his ass back into my hand, opening his legs so I could keep touching him.

  “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to last longer than a few strokes, so I’m going to cheat,” he murmured against my ear. There was a snap of his fingers and that glittering green glow of his magic settled over us, infusing my skin with a sensitivity that made my eyes pop open.

  Every inch of my skin tingled as if it were as sensitive as my clit. Sterling pressed his mouth to the hollow of my throat and flicked his tongue just once and it was like his mouth was pressed to my clit, as if he held it in the heat and warmth of his mouth. I shook under him, moaning his name, unable to think about anything as his hands began to move. I made myself keep massaging his balls, rolling them carefully.

  “Dominique,” he groaned, “you have to stop.”

  “No. If this is all I get, then I want it all.” I could barely speak. “Pompous, let’s see what you’ve got.” I let my one finger drop to the spot between his balls and his ass and pressed against it—hard.

  He bowed his head and rocked against my finger. “Oh, fuck me.”

  “That’s the plan,” I whispered, getting my own heart rate under control. With him distracted, I could slow my own growing orgasm. Not that I didn’t want it, but I didn’t want it fast. I let go of him to drop my fingers to my own pussy. He was breathing hard as I dipped my fingers into my wet center to steal the moisture, then I brought them back up to his ass.

  Sterling’s eyes flicked to mine. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  “At least you’ll die happy.” I winked as I slide my fingers against his taint and then farther back, dipping one into his tight ring. His eyes fluttered closed.

  “This was supposed to be about you.”

  I laughed softly, my pussy clenching as his ass clenched around my finger. I slid my thumb over that spot again and pushed. “You think I’m not enjoying this?”

  His head dropped lower even as he pushed against my hand. “I think I will never forget this.”

  He was panting, his body shifting as if he couldn’t get enough.

  I lifted my free hand and touched the tip of his cock, lightly, the gentle brush of skin on skin.

  He shook his head and pulled away from me, rolling so he stood at the side of the bed. His cock was rigid and his chest heaved. “This is not supposed to be about me.”

  I laughed up at him. “Sterling, sex is about two people. It pleases me to please you.”

  He shook his head. “Not how it’s going today.”

  He reached out and brushed his fingers over my skin. “This is about you today.” His touch was like a red-hot brand of pleasure shooting through me, even the most innocuous of touches, the inner bend of my elbow, my ribs below my breasts, the dip in my waist.

  “Pompous, as always.” I managed to get the words out between attempts to breathe around the growing heat between my legs. Sterling climbed back into the bed, lowering his body so his chest and hips brushed against mine, his cock lying against my belly button. The merest of touches and it was as if he’d lit a fuse to a firework. I could feel it building in me, every touch a direct connection to an orgasm that would leave me bereft once it was over. I both wanted and feared it.

  Panting, I couldn’t hold the sounds in as he rubbed his face against the side of my breast, his day-old shadow, that sweet sensation of a man who wanted nothing more than to mark me as his own. I wanted to touch him, too, but every time I reached for him, he pushed my hands away.

  “Let me pleasure you” was all he’d say.

  He took my hand and helped me roll over to my belly while his hands kept up their stroking and touching, now down my back, over my scars to my hips.

  The velvet soft touch of the tip of his cock pressed against the edge of my ass and I lifted it in answer to his silent question. “Sterling, I can’t take much more.”

  “I believe you complained about only a single orgasm. I can’t have that on my record,” he murmured as he leaned over me, his mouth trailed up my spine with quick, hard kisses that shot desire straight to my center. I gasped with each kiss, the build of the orgasm in the distance of my body, speeding toward me like a train out of control. A train I wanted to stand in front of, let it hit me and obliterate everything.

  Something wet and warm dripped down my face. Tears? Tears because I was so close to coming and how long had it been? Sterling’s hands still coated in green magic slid around me to gently cup my breasts. His hands were big enough that he could do that, which was saying something. I pushed back against his cock. “Sterling, I want you in me when I come. Please.”

  “Your wish is my command.” He slid his cock between my cheeks, angling it toward my pussy. The tip pushed against my wet center and I whimpered, wanting nothing more than— “Wait, condom?”

  “Infertile,” he said softly and there was pain in his voice. “And I am clean of any disease.”

  I closed my eyes, hearing the pain and how it cost him to say that first word. I pushed back hard, taking him all in with a single stroke. His hands gripped me hard and I gasped, but not from disliking the pain, but from the intense spike of pleasure it rolled over me. I started to pump back against him, needing to find that rush, that moment of peace where there was nothing but two bodies joined in nothing but ecstasy.

  “God, I won’t last if you—”

  “I’m working here, be quiet,” I spoke through the panting that was coming harder and faster with each stroke. He held my breasts as they bobbed along with each movement of my hips and his breath came in short bursts as if he were trying to hold back.

  I kept up the pace, pushing faster as my peak curled toward me. I wanted it. God, how I wanted it. And I wanted him to come with me, to feel his pleasure peak with my own.

  Sterling circled his fingers around my nipples and gave them a gentle tug, nothing overly hard. But whatever his magic was doing, it was like ripping the pin out of a grenade. I screamed as the orgasm took me in a wave so intense, I had to close my eyes, and I had to ride it out as I frantically pushed my ass against him doing all I could to take him in deeper as my own body convulsed and pulsed, as the crest rose again, a second time, catching me off guard.

  It slammed into me, that train of pleasure, cutting through the fears that had plagued me the last year.

  The fear that I was unable to relax with a man. That I was not worth taking the time with. That I would never be able to have an orgasm again except on my own where I knew my body like no one else.

  The relief was as intense as the pleasure and it lifted a weight from me that I’d not realized I carried. Slowly I let the feelings go and my body shivered, my muscles relaxing in the afterglow of what had to be the best sex I’d ever had.

  I slumped slowly down to the sheets and Sterling went with me, his body limp. I rolled and his cock slid out of me.

  “Did you?” I lifted a hand and touched his cheek. “I was totally gone. I didn’t pay any attention, much as I was trying.”

  His eyes were closed and he grunted. “Can’t move, blood flow diverted.”

  I swatted his chest, his skin slick with my sweat and his. “I take that it was okay?”

  His eyes few open. “Okay? That was fucking amazing, beautiful, and a little surreal.”

  “This from the guy with the magic fingers.” I laughed and curled against him.

  His arm was around me, holding me tightly to his side. “How do you feel?”

  I did a body check like my therapist had taught me,
going through all the parts under my skin and all the thoughts rumbling through my head. “Really good. I think . . .I think you helped me get through that barrier.”

  “What barrier?” He frowned.

  “I . . .I should tell you what happened to me.” I bit my lower lip on the last word. “So, you know why I am the way I am sometimes.” Because. . .God, what was I thinking? That he was going to stick around? He’d said he wasn’t. That the sex would break the bond between us.

  Sterling sat up, his muscles bunching. “Then, I think if you can, will you tell all four of us? We are here to help you, Dominique.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I could do that. But I thought you were leaving after we had sex?”

  “I will stay long enough to make sure the others take care of you.” He lifted a hand and brushed it down the side of my face. “I’d rather stay.”

  I put my hand over his. “Then you should, Sterling. Stay with me.”

  He sighed. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

  I turned away, not wanting him to see the hurt in my eyes. I was not a child. I knew what I’d been getting into. “I get it. Besides, it’s not like you’re really real, right? I mean, you’re just a bunch of dreams turned into hallucinations.” Just like the wounds, I had no idea where they’d come from. My mind making shit up so I could deal with whatever came into my life.

  My therapist was going to have a heyday when I told her about this.

  I snorted softly to myself. These four men were just pieces of my imagination come to life. It wasn’t like I would be talking to anyone but the candlesticks and the china if I did tell them everything that had happened to me, or at least explain again what I couldn’t remember.

  I sat up, my body deliciously sore, and my muscles tingled as I stood, threatening to let me fall. I locked my knees and found my pants on the floor. Pulling them on I realized that Sterling had gone very quiet.

  I looked around.

  He was gone.

  As if he’d never been. I frowned and put a hand to my head. “See, just fucking with yourself. Literally.”

  Except that my body wanted to remind me about the tingling of his hands and the sensation of his cock deep in my body as I came around him not once, but twice, losing myself in all he could do to me. On a whim, I opened the dresser drawer beside the bed. Being the guest room, I’d never bothered to check before.

  A vibrator, dildo, and bottle of lube stared back at me.

  My sister was nothing if not prepared for any guest to enjoy themselves. I slammed the drawer shut a little harder than I needed to. Mostly, I was pissed at myself. My therapist had said there was a chance I would have moments of unreality as a form of escape, as a way to fill in the blanks my mind came up with. I just wish it hadn’t been quite so real.

  Sighing, I looked around for my shirt, but . . .I’d taken it off in the kitchen at the start of the encounter. I didn’t bother to grab a sheet to cover up, because there was no one in the house with me.

  I strode out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the kitchen, muttering to myself under my breath as I went. “Idiot, insane, bonkers idiot.”

  I stepped into the kitchen and looked up. Four large men stood, not one of them wearing their hoods, their bodies as still as statues. The first time I saw their eyes and I was topless.

  What an awesome way to start the day, said no one ever.

  I stared at them and they stared back at me, three grins and a smirk spreading over their lips as their eyes dipped in unison to my rapidly hardening nipples.

  I squawked and wrapped my arms around my chest. “Is my shirt over there?”

  Sterling bent and picked it up off the floor then tossed it to me. “Feeling sassy this morning?”

  “No, I was feeling crazy, as usual.” I grabbed the shirt with one hand, turned my back and slid it on quickly. A white shirt, I was an idiot, my nipples were rock hard and visible through the thin material. I turned after it was on and crossed my arms again. I wanted to just stare at the four of them. Beautiful was the word that came to mind, but I suspected they wouldn’t like it all that much if I called them beauties. Especially after I’d just had sex with Sterling only a few minutes before, telling other men that I wanted to see the rest of their beauty in all its naked glory probably wouldn’t go over that well. This might be a delusion made up from the stress of seeing Rose injured, of thinking she’d died, but that didn’t mean the delusional men would like it if I said I wanted all of them.

  I held up one hand and kept the other around my breasts. “Okay, first we need some proper names if I’m going to keep on—”

  “Fucking us? I agree,” Chuckles said. “My name is Lucas. Cranky Pants here is Corbin, and last but not least, this is Diego, who I believe you called Spanish. Which I must say is spot on seeing as he is from Spain, originally.”

  I took each of them in, one at a time.

  Lucas had dark hair that was short on the sides and messy long on the top and it kept flipping forward and getting in the way of a pair of unreal violet colored eyes. Diego’s hair was dark, long--well past his shoulders, and his deep brown eyes were soft and sensual like melted chocolate just waiting for me to dive in and drown myself in their depths. As I stared at him, he gave me a slow wink, and I turned away, heat rushing through me with that one little look, more heat than I could have ever thought from a single wink.

  Corbin’s head was shaved close to the skin, nothing more than a stubble on his scalp which made the color hard to see, but I was guessing a dirty blond. He had blue eyes and they were hard, like pale blue ice chips floating in a northern sea. I shivered, but felt myself totally locked in his gaze, unable to look away even as my lower half clenched with anticipation.

  I closed my eyes and tried to get my thoughts together. Each of them was stunningly gorgeous, both in looks and in their bodies. Hard, as if they had been doing nothing but benching weights and eating protein for the last ten years of their lives.

  “Lucas, Corbin, Diego, and Sterling,” I bobbed my head with each one and then stuttered to a stop. “Wait, what was that about fucking . . .all of you?”

  Lucas grinned wide, his violet eyes all but twinkling with mirth. “Yes, fucking all of us. Maybe not all at once, unless you want to bring on some kink?” He arched a brow and I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not. “We do not expect love, just your body.”

  I tightened my arms around my chest. “Wait, I just slept with Sterling.”

  “Right,” Corbin said, his voice hard. “The thing is, we need to each take you to our bed, to make sure we break the bonds you have on us. I thought Sterling would have mentioned that little bit.”

  My jaw ticked and the bits of their earlier conversation came back to me. “Why is it important to release you? I mean, why not just go away if you don’t want to be around me.” I didn’t like how that sounded, like it bothered me that they might not want me, but I had my own set of insecurities and they were playing right into them.

  “To see why you are calling us to you,” Sterling said, the lie flowing off his lips easily which just pissed me off. Because suddenly the conversation they’d had in my room while I was supposed to be asleep came flooding back. The fact was, a part of my mind tried to point out that maybe I’d not forgotten. Maybe that conversation had been partially wiped from me as they’d said they would do once they left.

  “I don’t do well with lies, so I suggest you fess up,” I said softly, straightening my back and dropping my arms. Let them look at my tits. I was too angry to care.

  Diego glanced at Lucas. “I thought you said she was asleep?”

  Lucas shrugged, but I saw the glimmer of amusement there. The cheeky bastard had known I was awake. “I guess I missed that. Her eyes were closed. I assumed she was asleep.”

  Corbin barked a short laugh. “Dominique, two of us wish to tell you the truth, two of us were bound to keep it from you.”

  “How did you break the tie?” I put a hand on the kitchen counter, using it
to hold me up.

  Diego let out a sigh. “We were instructed not to tell you the truth. Two of us follow the rules, two do not. I’ll let you guess who is who.”

  I should not be smiling about the fact that Sterling and Diego had lied to me, had wanted to lie to me but it was kind of funny to see two of the men on one side, and two on the other. “I never would have put Cranky and Chuckles in the same boat,” I said.

  Lucas laughed. “Well, he does have a sense of humor buried somewhere under the scowls and the leather.” He gave Corbin a backhanded swat against his chest, red sparks dancing over his fingers. Corbin grunted and rolled his eyes.

  Sterling touched my elbow, gently, with a great deal of apology transmitted in that single touch. “We should get something to eat while we discuss—”

  “Tell me the truth, now.” I pulled my arm from him. “Is this some sort of game to you? You said you would leave as soon as we were done fucking, but I see you still here. Talking to me.” I glared at him, anger snapping through me making me bolder than I’d ever been with any man I’d ever slept with. “You think you can just fuck me and then act like I’m supposed to agree to anything you say? When I know you’re lying?”

  He glared back at me. “Why did you sleep with me if you heard the conversation?”

  “Because none of it made sense, and maybe I forgot everything around the time you started using your magic on my skin!” I snapped. “Best orgasm ever award goes to Sterling, you happy now?” Sterling’s eyes widened but I wasn’t sure if he was pissed or not. Much as I’d been dealing with them in my dreams for the last year I’d not been able to see their faces, which meant I couldn’t read him, or the others for that matter, as much as I’d like to. At that moment, Sterling’s eyes and lines of his jaw gave me only a hint at what he might be feeling. Maybe happy, maybe horrified that I’d spoken about my orgasm out loud. Probably both.

  Lucas cleared his throat. “Actually, I’d like to challenge that. If he only gave you one—”