Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
“You don’t know how hard it’s been,” Jack mutters.
Victor parts his lab coat and strokes a hand across the fly of his pants. “Tonight I showed her how hard it’s been.”
That makes me laugh through my tears. What a ridiculous and hopeless situation. The thought that they were excited for me, that all of them wanted me just as much as I’ve wanted them—it should make me happy beyond belief, but it leaves us right where we started. “I could never choose,” I say quietly, head bowed.
“What if you didn’t have to?” Damien asks.
My head whips up, eyes wide again. The three other men look surprised too, but in a curious way.
“Didn’t have to…?”
I can’t finish my question. I don’t dare think he means what I hope he means. Instead, I laugh bitterly. “That’s what fantasies are for.”
Xander’s eyes go wide. “You’ve fantasized about us?”
Suddenly, I wish I had a mask on, because I feel my cheeks go red. “Yes, but you weren’t wearing so much makeup in my fantasies.”
They laugh, and Victor throws an arm around me, squeezing me to his side. It’s just like the hugs he’s given me regularly, the kind that always felt like something a sibling would do, but tonight it hits differently, and my body stiffens.
“Damien, what did you mean?”
He shrugs as if it’s no big thing. As if my next breath isn’t hanging on his answer. “What if you could have all of us?” he asks. His body language may be casual, but his eyes are deathly serious.
My heart starts to pound, and my pussy clenches at the image this conjures, but is this really something Damien has the right to offer? I look to the others, but they simply look back at me, waiting for my answer.
“Is this something you’d all want to do?” I ask.
The silence seems to last forever, but it’s only a matter of seconds.
My heart beats a million times in those few seconds.
“Yeah, I’d be okay with that,” Xander says.
“I’d be more than okay with that,” Victor says.
Jack gives a small nod. “If it means I get to have you, I don’t mind sharing.”
Sharing? The word has never sounded so appealing.
“You’d do that?” Something in me still won’t let me believe that this is real.
“How about we show you instead of tell you?” Xander says.
CHAPTER TWELVE
With his eyes fixed on mine, he steps in front of me and takes my face in his hands. He’s apparently removed his fangs at some point, and I don’t know if I’m pleased or disappointed. Scratch that—I don’t think I could be disappointed about anything right now.
His expression is tender, but also determined, and no amount of ghostly face paint can hide the fact that what he’s about to do means something to him.
He angles my head so that I’m looking up at him, and I’m breathless with anticipation as he bends and gently brushes his lips against mine.
He kissed me earlier, out in the showroom, but now that I know who he is—a good friend and, I hope, soon-to-be lover, someone I trust with my body and soul, someone I know so well, and who knows me too, and who apparently loves me—this kiss means everything.
It’s dizzying and grounding at the same time. It’s an invitation and a promise.
It’s wonderful.
And it’s not the only one.
When Xander releases me and steps aside, Victor takes his place. We had a thrilling encounter out in the showroom tonight, but we didn’t kiss, and though Victor’s often a joker, even when it’s not Halloween, right now he looks serious.
His mouth shows me just how serious he is. His lips claim mine, and when I open for him, his tongue follows. His hands anchor my body to his as his kiss deepens. Some of his trademark playfulness comes through in the way his lips and tongue tease me, and it’s everything I always imagined it would be and so much more.
It’s Jack’s turn next. I only had a brief dance with the skeleton, but we shared a lot of meaningful eye contact, and the urge I had to kiss him earlier is now multiplied by infinity.
“Sabrina,” he says, coming to stand in front of me, his eyes taking me in just as they had done earlier.
I’ve stopped clutching the laces at the front of my dress, and I watch Jack take in a long eyeful of my partially exposed breasts. Above the neck of his costume, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
“You’re so beautiful. You always are.” He moves in so close that our bodies press together. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
There’s a delicious ache that fills me as he covers my mouth with his. Maybe it should feel strange, kissing these men I’ve lived with for years, who I’d long since decided had no romantic interest in me. They’ve seen me in silly pajamas, wearing face masks and acne stickers, they’ve seen me at my best and my worst, and I’d long ago stopped hoping that anything like this would happen with even just one of them.