She hugged him, her cheek pressed against his heart. “I am, too. I need this. I need to be with you all just once.”
“Once won’t be enough.” He could admit deep down that he wanted forever with her. He simply wasn’t sure he deserved it. But tonight wasn’t about fixing his tormented soul. It was about giving her the pleasure and adoration she deserved. He glanced at Callum and Rory, who were watching. “What should I do now?”
Rory worked the buttons of his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a torso packed with hard muscle. Oliver was happy he’d never stopped going to the gym because both his brothers were built like brick shithouses.
“I think it’s time we saw what she has to offer us.” Rory turned a burning stare on her. “Since you’ve already had the pleasure of seeing our lovely sub naked, you can do the honors. Undress her for us, Oliver.”
Tori shivered in his arms but he could tell she wasn’t afraid. Her body was still languid against his. She was a sensual thing, and the idea of being presented to his brothers seemed to arouse her.
“I want to show them how gorgeous you are,” he whispered to Tori. “Will you let me?”
Oliver wouldn’t proceed until he knew she agreed to his brothers’ request.
She nodded against his chest, and that was all he needed. He slid his fingers along the back of her beautiful dress until he found the zip, then eased it down, brushing along the line of her spine all the way down to the two sexy dimples he knew sat at the small of her back.
He looked down at the swell of her beautiful breasts. “I don’t like the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.”
“I couldn’t find one that worked with the dress.” She blushed as she clutched the dress. “Believe me, I wish I’d worn one, too.”
The pictures. Oliver wanted to beat every person with a camera, but he wasn’t going to waste time on anger now. “Turn around.”
She seemed to gather her courage and nodded. She turned but pressed her back against him as though she needed the connection.
He needed it, too. Gently, he stroked her arms, coaxing her to let the dress go. “Show them how pretty you are. Show them you’re ready to take everything they have to give.”
She released the pretty silk. The dress pooled around her ankles.
Oliver cupped her breasts, offering them up to his brothers. Now he was quite happy he didn’t have to deal with her bra. Those breasts were too lovely to be hidden. Round and firm, with perfect pinkish brown nipples made to be licked and nibbled on. “She’s soft and warm and so fucking gorgeous it’s nearly impossible to imagine. Her breasts are sensitive. These little nipples respond beautifully when you suck them.”
He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, enjoying the way she fidgeted and arched against him. Her backside brushed his erection. Tiny silk knickers covered her. All it would take was a twist of his hands around that delicate fabric to see her bare.
“That’s not the only beautiful thing I see. Tell me, Oliver, before you fucked everything up, how did it feel to be inside that tight pussy?” Callum asked, his voice hoarse.
Arousal flooded his system, making the world seem hazy and a little surreal. He was talking to his brothers about fucking the woman of his dreams—the woman he was about to share with them—and it seemed oddly natural. It was definitely natural to let his hand slide down to that pussy his brothers were staring at. He ran his palm over the silky scrap of fabric covering her and found it soaked. “Why do you think I fucked everything up? She felt too good to be true.”
He dragged the knickers down her legs, and she obediently stepped out of them.
Callum dragged in a rough breath.
“Fuck me,” Rory muttered thickly, staring at her cunt.
On his knees, Oliver was so close he could smell the citrus of her body and the strong spicy scent of her need. His fingers slid over her labia, finding her already coated with arousal. She was ripe and ready and he wanted to taste her again. He wanted to eat that pussy until she couldn’t shout out his name anymore.
She moved against his fingers, silently begging for a pet.
“Don’t move,” Callum commanded. “She’s trying to sneak in an orgasm and she doesn’t get one until she’s had her spanking.”
She leaned back against him. “I wasn’t trying to steal anything.”
“Then let’s get this over with so we can move on to the pleasant portions of the evening.” Callum took a seat on the edge of the bed, patting his lap. “Over my knee.”
* * * *
He couldn’t be serious. Tori had never felt more vulnerable than standing there in Oliver’s arms as his brother ordered her to lay over his lap and take her punishment. They were all dressed…and she was completely naked. What was she thinking? She was naked and aroused and Callum wanted to spank her. How could she be this aroused?
She just was. And knowing Oliver’s and Rory’s stares would be on her only turned her on more.
“Please, Tori, he’s being a stubborn bastard, but I don’t think he’ll let us move on unless you obey,” Oliver whispered into her ear. “And I’m dying here.”