Once the door closed, they were alone in a grand foyer. The heavy portal blocked the sounds of the party. Now that her surroundings were quiet, she could practically hear her heart pounding.
Finally, Rory stopped, and she found herself on her feet again. Tori tried to catch her breath as he pressed closer and invaded her space. “This is too fast.”
His fingers brushed her jawline. He dipped his head low. “No. We’ve dragged this out for months. I won’t slow down. Now that I’ve made the decision, I can’t wait any longer.”
His mouth descended on hers in a slow slide. He clutched her hips, pulling her into the cradle of his muscular thighs. His lips took hold of hers, molding in a dominant glide. Her whole body went soft and she was grateful for his arms around her. They held her up when all she wanted to do was drop to her knees.
Rory was kissing her. Finally. Callum had mentioned topping her. She knew what BDSM meant to well-meaning Doms. It meant they cared about her. It meant they protected her and watched over her. She might be naïve, but that was what it meant to her sister and husbands. BDSM didn’t guarantee a happily ever after, but it should mean she got a say in whatever happened. If they were going to this much effort, surely she meant something to them.
Tentatively, she let her hands roam Rory’s shoulders and back as his tongue plunged inside her mouth. There was no questioning lick. He dominated, delving deep. His tongue slid along hers, luring and tempting Tori.
Every cell in her body seemed to soften, and she felt her pussy growing slick and wet. Heat burned through her flesh, and she slid her left leg against his to get closer. Rory answered with a groan, pressing her against the wall and pushing his erection against her. He felt so big, so hard. Tori writhed against him, trying desperately to rub herself against his cock and satisfy her growing ache.
His forehead pressed to hers as he took a long breath, trying to calm himself. “Keep doing that and I’ll prove to you I don’t mind risking a scandal. I’ll pull up this skirt and fuck you right here.”
She had to be the sensible one. “I don’t think this will work.”
“The sex will be divine. I already know it.”
Tori had no doubt of that. “I meant anything more.”
“We’ll make it work, sweetheart.” He brushed another kiss against her lips.
All the reasons it couldn’t work pressed on her. The Thurston-Hughes brothers were overwhelmingly possessive men. How could they share? They fought. Would they fight over her? She’d seen Callum’s anger at Oliver and she’d wondered… “Why were Oliver and Callum fighting the day the reporter came to the office?”
Even as she asked the question, her hands roved over Rory’s hard form. The woman inside her wasn’t sure she wanted the answer right now. That part of her craved what these brothers could give her. She might have been a virgin until Oliver, but she wasn’t stupid. He could offer her more. They all could, and she wanted to feel the pleasure she’d been denied her first time.
He kissed the line of her jaw, then his tongue found her pulse point, making her shiver with desire. “You, of course. You didn’t see the very nice punch I landed. We were fighting over you, but that’s not going to happen again. We’ve talked in detail. Now we’re a united front.”
For how long? If she only wanted a night, it didn’t matter…but deep down, Tori suspected she wanted far more.
Every cell in her body quaked as he kissed her neck. “Rory, I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. You’ve always known.” He took a step back. “But I’m going to give you a choice. If you’re scared, walk back into that ballroom and I’ll consider the matter finished. I’ll talk to Callum and Oliver, and we’ll court you in a more proper fashion. We’ll be polite and escort you out and take turns like gentlemen. But if you walk into that room with me, there won’t be anything polite about the way we take you. I won’t be a gentleman. I’ll be a Dom. Your Dom, and you’ll know what it means to be utterly possessed by three men who can’t breathe without you. We’ll start preparing you because we’re going to take you in every way a man can take a woman. Think about this because you’re selecting the path we travel. Polite and proper? Or as wild as you can handle it? Do you want to know what it means to submit to men who love you?”
“Yes.” The word was out before she could think about it. It didn’t matter. Despite all the reasons she shouldn’t do this, she couldn’t walk away.
“Then come with me.” He grabbed her hand and strode down the hall.
Tori hurried after him, knowing nothing would be the same again.
CHAPTER NINE
Oliver stared at his brother as he pulled out a pink plastic plug and laid it on a towel on the bar. Callum had turned the bar into a buffet of sex toys. He wasn’t sure he knew what some of them were for. Still, even he knew that was an awfully small plug if it was supposed to serve the purpose he supposed. “I’m bigger than that plug, Cal.”
It was a bit surreal to be standing in his brother’s room laying out sex toys and talking about how they were going to seduce their woman. He’d never been a big planner when it came to sex. He went with the flow and now he was wondering if that wasn’t his problem.
Callum snorted as he pulled out a bottle of lube. “Of course you are, but she’s got a little tiny virgin arsehole. It’s got to be trained to accept a cock. This is a training plug. When she’s used to it, I’ll move her up to something bigger. It’s going to take a while.”
The thought of her virgin backside made him wince as his cock hardened painfully. “How did you get into all this stuff?”
He had to admit he was curious. His brother was so happy-go-lucky. He wouldn’t have believed he could turn into a Dominant male, but he could see the change now. Callum wasn’t the cheeky boy he knew. He seemed dark and commanding.
“A teammate introduced me. So much of my life was out of my control. I spent all my time reacting—to rivals, to coaches, to fans, to the press. I needed a place where my control was absolute.”
Oliver had never thought of it that way. He’d seen Callum as a charming playboy, jetting all over the world and playing a game. He’d never considered that his brother’s life had likely been highly regulated by someone other than himself. He would have been told when to practice, when to play. Everyone would have wanted a piece of him. Callum likely had to constantly deal with women like Thea who wanted him for his money and fame and would do anything to get it. No wonder his brother had been determined to seize control where he could.
Oliver thought he had taken back his control when he’d assumed the helm of the company, but now he wondered. Had he pursued the wrong kind of control? “And you think Tori will submit to you? That she needs to?”