She reached for the glass but he scowled at her.
Right. No holding your own glass, Pippa. Silly you.
Only problem was, she could barely keep from spilling stuff down her front on a good day, let alone when she was half-reclined and not holding the glass herself. So inevitably, water dripped down her chin.
To her surprise, Matek simply grabbed a tissue and cleaned her up.
“You’re good at that,” she told him, feeling a touch of jealousy. “Taken care of many dribblers?”
“No. Just you. Need bib.”
“I’m not a baby.”
“Knew from the moment I saw you that you were mine.”
She sucked in a breath. “You did? Why did you never say something?”
His pale blue eyes met hers. “I’m rough. Dark. Intense. If you’re mine, it’s for life. No divorce, no leaving. I’d just follow you. Always.”
She sucked in a breath. “Right.”
“Thought I’d scare you.”
“But now you’ve realized that I’m tougher? That I’m not fragile?”
He pressed her hands to his, palm-to-palm to indicate how much smaller she was. Holy shit, how had she never noticed how large his hand was?
“Your hand is enormous.” What would it feel like against her ass? And when could she find out? She squirmed. Her clit was still throbbing. If he wouldn’t get her off then maybe she could get some alone time with Mr. Buzzy. Unfortunately, Mr. Buzzy was back in her cottage.
“You’re still fragile. I could break you.”
“Do you want to?”
“Never.” The word was a vow and she completely believed him.
“I need you. To breathe. To be happy. I can’t settle if I don’t know you’re safe. Want you nearby always.”
“That’s why you’ve been, um, following me around.”
He nodded. “When my brothers said they wanted you then it was like I was given permission to be close to you. I know they won’t let me hurt you. I . . .” he trailed off, looking almost ashamed. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his thick wrist. “What is it?”
“Don’t want to scare you.”
“Tell me.”
“Watched you for a while.”
She swallowed heavily. “You mean you were watching me before I even knew?”
He nodded.
“How long?”
He wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“The whole time I’ve been here?”
He let out a shuddering breath then seemed to force himself to meet her gaze. A single nod.
Wow. She didn’t know what to say. “Why?”
“Mine.”
“Right. Did you, I mean, how didn’t I see you?”
He shrugged. “Only sometimes. I was careful. And . . . I used cameras.” He stiffened, waiting for her to berate him.
“Inside my house?” Oh God, he hadn’t seen her while she was in Little headspace, had he? And what about in her bedroom, when she was masturbating? Humiliation filled her. Tears welled. Her breath grew fast. Did the others know? Had they watched?
He cupped her face between his huge palms. “No. Never.”
“Never?”
“Never. Promise.”
She forced herself to calm down. To ease the panic that had built inside her.
“I . . . I didn’t want to invade your privacy but . . .” His teeth ground together. “I don’t cope well when you’re out of sight.”
There was such pain in his voice and sincerity. She couldn’t help but cup the side of his face. “It’s all right.”
“It’s not. It’s wrong.”
“It’s only wrong if we say it is.”
“Not normal.”
She shrugged. “Most people think the fact that I like to dress up in a Batgirl outfit and like coloring in and cartoons is weird.”
“You’re not weird.”
“Neither are you.”
“Might suffocate you,” he warned.
“I get a safeword, right?”
He frowned, but nodded.
“I could also use it if I need a bit of me time. I imagine having four men could be a lot. Lord, if my father ever heard me say that he’d have a heart attack.”
He was watching her with those intense blue eyes. “Okay.”
“All right, if I say hapuka then back off and give me some space.”
“Hapuka?”
“Hmm, it’s the Maori word for groper. The fish.”
His lips twitched. “Right.”
“Yeah, didn’t think that one through.” She gave him a small smile back. “And no cameras anywhere that I don’t approve of. I’m not against it if it’s what you need, I just want to know they’re there.”
He nodded.
“If you need to be close to me then tell me. You don’t have to follow me around, okay? It’s no hardship to be with you. I mean, if I’m working it might be a bit difficult.”
“Working? You will still work?”
“I want to.” She braced herself for an argument but he simply nodded.
“Your choice.”
Okay, this was good.
“So any chance I could have like ten minutes on my own right now?”
“Why?”
“Umm.”
His gaze moved over her. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t want to tell you.”
He just waited her out. Damn him. He was so much more patient than she was.
“I need to change my panties.”
His breathing quickened. “I can change your panties.”
“You . . . no . . . that’s okay.”
“Like doing things for you.”
“Would you like to do other things? Or are all things out until I say I’m yours?” she asked, hardly believing she was being this daring.
“Other things?”
“Uh, yeah, other things. Like the things you just started? That have made my panties all wet.”
Don’t blush. Don’t blush.
Too late.
His eyes widened. “You want to come. That’s why you want privacy.”
“Oh God, I can’t believe I told you that. Let’s just forget we had this conversation.”
“Let’s not.” He frowned. “You’ll hurt your head.”
“Not if I keep my head nice and still.”
“I’ll watch.”
Watch? Wait what? No. That’s not what she meant.
“Um, no, I didn’t mean for you to watch. I meant for you to do something or to leave me to do something. On my own. No watching. Nope, that’s not going to happen.”
“I watch or you don’t get to come.” His face was stern as he gave her that edict.
Oh fuck. Was he for real?
“That’s not fair.” She gave him a stern look back. Yeah, he was shaking in his boots.
He leaned over her, brushing his mouth against hers, then he flicked his tongue across her lips. She whimpered, squirming around. It was like she could feel his tongue against her clit, driving her insane.
Please. Please.
“You are forbidden from coming without one of us with you.”
Her gaze shot to us. What the fuck did he just say?
“Nooo, that’s not fair.” Pippa was a twice a day orgasm kind of girl. Sure, she only ever came with Mr. Buzzy and her own fingers. But she couldn’t go without.
That was just cruel. Who would make her do that?
Or you could come with him here . . . watching. Fuck. She didn’t know if she could do that.
That would be too embarrassing, right?
“Either you come with one of us with you. Or you don’t come at all.”
“But I don’t know if I can come with you here. Having you watch me . . . I’m embarrassed.”
“I’m hot.” He grasped hold of her hand and pressed it to his erection.
Oh, holy hotness, Batman.
“So, um, you’re big all over, huh?”
He grinned and leaned in to wh
isper in her ear. “And I’m pierced.”
“Mama have mercy,” she murmured. She licked her lips. “Can I see?”
“Good girls can.”
“Am I a good girl?”
He grinned. “What do you think?”
She dropped her lower lip and he tapped it with his finger. “Put this away. Eyes.”
She raised her gaze to his obediently.
“No pouting.”
“Why not?”
“Can’t resist it.” He grimaced after saying that and she had to hide her grin. Aww, poor guy.
“Can’t I just have a few minutes to myself? Just a small orgasm. Please.” She fluttered her eyelashes for good measure.
He turned his head away, not looking at her. “Don’t try it, brat.”
A giggle escaped and he spun back to give her a stern look.
“Whoops.”
He pointed a finger at her. “You’re not in charge.”
So he thought. Now that she knew he found her pout irresistible and that he’d kill for her . . . well, she was feeling pretty good about herself.
She licked her lips, slowly. If she was going to be in pain, then so was he.
“Please, Matek, if you won’t touch me then just leave me for a few minutes.”
“No dick until you say you’re mine.”
“A finger is okay, though, right?”
He looked like he was wavering when the door opened. Aric popped his head in and glanced around. She glowered at him. Damn it. Matek had been about to give in. She could feel it.
“Good morning.” Aric strolled in, carrying a tablet. He came to a stop when he noticed her scowl.
“What is it, Poppet? You don’t look very pleased to see me.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask, why Poppet?” she asked.
“It suits you. It’s cute and sweet. Like you. Well, usually.”
Her scowl deepened.
“And it’s what my Grandpa called Granny.”
Oh, that was sweet. She knew that their mother was from England, so she guessed he was talking about that side of the family.
“Is that my tablet?” she asked, trying to cover how his explanation affected her.
“Nope. You’re not allowed screens.”
“That’s just a guideline.”
Aric waved a finger at her. “Nuh-uh, you’re not going to trick me into getting what you want.”
“She is very tricky.” Matek crossed his arms over his massive chest.
“Yeah? What did she try to trick you into doing?” Aric asked.
“I didn’t try to trick him into doing anything,” she said firmly. “I just wanted some privacy.”
“Privacy?” Aric asked, like it was a foreign thing. “What would you need privacy for?”
“Nothing,” she muttered. “Can you both leave?”
“Nope. You’re not to be left alone. Kassim’s orders. He left for his meeting looking very happy, by the way.” Aric wriggled his eyebrows. “Actually smiled for the first time in ages. Want to tell us what happened?”
“Nothing like that.” She blushed.
“Oh good. I was getting rather jealous. ”
“Where’s Tavi?” she asked.
“I sent him to get some of your favorite snacks. He was moping, he needed a task to do.”
“What sort of snacks?”
“Jelly-filled donuts, chocolate croissants, jolly ranchers, the green and red ones only. I told him he had to pick through them all to separate them out.”
“Hey, those aren’t my favorite snacks, they’re yours!”
“Oh, really? So they are.” His smile dropped. “Tavi feels really bad about what he said, Pippa. He never thought about the fact that you might think we were making fun of you or anything. We’d never do that. We’re all very serious about you.”
“I know that now. But I didn’t then and I felt kind of cheap.”
“You are precious to us,” Aric told her. “I know I might joke around about stuff, but I am deadly serious about you. Understand?”
“I’m beginning to,” she whispered.
“Now, I’ve brought this over so we can do some shopping for our trip to England.” He held up the tablet.
“Should I still go if I’m not working? I mean, we could start dating back here.”
“Of course you’re going. It’s a holiday. Do you really think we’d leave you here alone? Matek can barely function when you’re out of his sight. He would break out in hives if you were a whole ocean away from him. And that really wouldn’t be a pretty sight. He’d likely make me rub cream all over him. I can’t be traumatized like that.” He shuddered dramatically. “Tavi and Kassim would be complete messes too.”
“And you? Would you hold them all together?” she asked.
“No, I’d be sobbing daily into scones and cream.”
She rolled her eyes at him.
He sat on one side of her on the bed while Matek sat on the other side with her snuggled between them.
Her head spun as their scents surrounded her. Her heart raced, her clit throbbed.
“Umm, wouldn’t you two be more comfortable sitting on an armchair?”
She pressed her legs together to try to alleviate the ache.
“Why are you wriggling around? You’re supposed to be staying still. Do you need to pee?” Aric asked.
“No, I don’t need to pee.”
“She peed already,” Matek told him.
Wow, big guy, thanks for updating everyone. She held the sarcasm in. Barely.
“Then what’s the matter?” Aric stared down at her, his gaze going to her nipples. Which were hard and pressing against her top. “Now, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you were turned on. Wouldn’t you say that, Matek?”
Matek made a low, grumbling noise in the back of his throat. Again, she needed some sort of translator. What was that in English? Neanderthal speak was damn hard to decipher.
“I . . . I . . . Matek won’t touch me until I say I’m his.”
“I touched you,” Matek countered. “Won’t fuck you.”
“Oh, so you’ll give me an orgasm?”
“Once I start, might not stop.”
“Ahh, I see the problem,” Aric said. “Matek wants you, but he wants to make sure you’re his before he fucks you so you don’t run away screaming when you see the size of his pierced dick.”
“Aric!” she squeaked.
“And you want to come, but he’s afraid if he starts touching you, he won’t stop.”
“Thanks for the recap, Captain Obvious.” That time, she couldn’t hold it back.
“Watch it, Poppet,” he said in a low, warning voice.
Oh God, they had to stop using that tone of voice on her. Her panties were now completely soaked through.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“Sorry, Aric,” he told her. “Or sorry, Daddy.”
“I’m not in Little headspace.”
“I don’t care. When you address me, you call me by my name or call me Daddy.”
“How did I never see this side of you?” Other than Kassim, she’d spent the most time with him.
“Because I only show it to the people who are closest to me. My brothers and now you.”
“I don’t call you Daddy,” Matek muttered.
Aric grinned over at him. “Aww, did you just make your first joke?” He put his hand on his chest dramatically. “I’m so proud.”
Matek glared at him. She laid her head on his shoulder. “It was a good joke.”
Matek muttered something under his breath. She patted his thigh, the back of her hand brushing against his dick.
Oh shit. He was so hard.
“You know, with me here, you could play with her without worrying about it going too far,” Aric told Matek. “Of course, we’d have to be careful of her head. But I’ve heard orgasms are good for headaches.”
Oh Lord. It had been so long since she’d been with one man and he’d been an idiot who could ba
rely find her clit on a good day. With these two, she was certain that wasn’t going to be a problem.
“If that’s what you want,” Aric told her seriously. “There’s no pressure. You know this isn’t about sex, right?”
“I know,” she whispered. “It’s still hard to wrap my head around it, though. That you guys want me.”
Matek made a grumbling noise.
“That’s him saying he wants you.”
“Oh good, you’re a caveman translator then?”
Aric grinned and looked over at Matek. “Sometimes. When it comes to you, I know we’re all on the same page. You’re ours. We’re yours. We’ll prove to you that we mean what we say then you can have as much sexy time as you like. Unless you’re naughty and denied orgasms as punishment.”
“I already feel like I’m being punished.”
“You do? Why?”
“Because someone forbade me from touching myself if you guys weren’t around.” She glared at Matek.
Aric grinned slowly. “My, my, that is an interesting rule. Good job, brother.”
Matek just grunted.
“Wait, are you congratulating him for torturing me?”
“Torture would be not letting you come. This way, we own all your orgasms, even if we’re not giving them to you personally.”
She was blushing bright red. “I can’t touch myself with you both here. I’ve never done that in front of anyone.”
“I think watching you make yourself come would be fucking hot,” Aric told her.
“Really?” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” he drawled.
Her breathing increased at the heat in his gaze.
“But you’re still recovering from a concussion, so we should calm things down a bit.”
She groaned. No. Not cool. “I’m not calm though. I can’t be calm until I come. Make me come.”
Yes, she was whining. No, she wasn’t proud of it. Was she going to stop? Um, also no.
Aric gave her a firm look. “Are you in control here, Poppet?”
Well, she should be, right?
“I’m sorry,” she said, figuring an apology would get her what she wanted more quickly than arguing.
“Do you believe she means that, Matek?” Aric asked in a low drawl.
“No. She’d say anything to come.”
“That’s not true!”
They both stared at her.
“Fine. I’d say anything to come.”
“Naughty girl, trying to top from the bottom. Now, under normal circumstances, I’d punish you for that.”
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