Page 17 of Ice Cold Hearts
“I thought we could take the stairs this time,” I suggest with forced calmness. “There’s less chance of being seen by anyone that way. I’d hate to be the reason your treatment sessions are outed to the press.”
“You sure?” His voice is husky. “I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position.”
I purposely look from him to Oliver, then Ian, and back before answering, “I’m sure.”
Even though I was expecting something to happen, I wasn’t prepared for Alexei to stop and pull me roughly against him in the first blind spot we passed. He tugs my hair out of its bun, sending it tumbling down my shoulders, then buries his hands in it as he kisses his way up my neck, across my jawline, and then finally, my mouth. I press harder against him, not caring that we have an audience.
He pulls away suddenly, and I squeak in protest, but he just spins me so my back is against his chest. Oliver and Ian are much closer than I thought they’d be. If I lifted my hand I could touch them, but I don’t want to break whatever spell this is so I keep still.
“Do you see the way they’re looking at you, Kitten? The way we’ve all been looking at you today?” he growls into my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“It seems like you like it. Do you?” he asks.
I’m so turned on I can’t string two words together. I nod.
“Answer us, Kitten. You can’t play with us unless you explicitly tell us you want to,” he commands. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Good girl.”
A shiver of pleasure runs down my spine, but it’s quickly replaced by insecurity.
“But how does this all… I’ve never really… I don’t…” I sputter and glue my eyes to the floor.
A finger lifts my chin, and I’m eye to eye with Oliver. My breath catches in my throat when I smell his woodsy cologne.
“Come out with us after the game Friday night,” he says. “Let us take you out and show you how much we like to share.”
Ian must have seen me tense because he adds, “It’s a private club. No press, no phones, no internet. You won’t have to worry about any stories leaking out. I promise you’ll be safe.”
Oliver cups my face in his hands and promises, “If you don’t like it or want to stop at any point, we’ll back off, but we’d like the chance to convince you. Will you let us take you out?”
I nod.
Alexei squeezes my hips disapprovingly. “Out loud, Kitten. We’re big on informed, enthusiastic consent.”
“Yes,” I say.
Alexei plants a kiss on the side of my head and gently pushes me into Oliver, who pulls me into a kiss that makes my head spin. I’ve barely caught my breath after he pulls away and puts my hand into Ian’s.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He squeezes my hand reassuringly. “I’ll make sure they back off. All you have to do is say so.”
His earnest concern quiets the doubts still bouncing around my brain, and I’m filled with the need to kiss him.
“I want to,” I reassure him.
He still seems worried, so I lean in and place a soft kiss on his lips. What follows is one of the tenderest kisses I’ve ever experienced.
It’s not until I’m home buried in a nest of blankets that the reality of the situation hits me in full force.
I’ve just agreed to go on a date with three of the most famous men in the city, and one of them is my daughter’s father.
Do I tell them right now and destroy whatever this is before it starts?
Do I wait and see where this goes and try to keep my secret?