Watch Me (Private Listing #1)

“We talked about it, and we want you to move in now. Not in a week.”

I open my lips, but he covers them with his fingertips.

“I know it’s not what we agreed to. We can still wait to discuss the arrangement. We can all keep our hands to ourselves and sleep in our own beds.” Seth’s dark blue eyes hold me still as his voice weaves its spell around me. “If that’s what you want and need right now. You’ve been through a lot.”

I shake my head.

“You aren’t safe in your apartment—‍” He’s not understanding.

I take his hand and place it over my heart. His eyes focus on his hand on my breasts.

“You’re okay living with us?” Seth lifts his gaze and raises his eyebrow.

I nod and smile. Yes, so much. It’s a weight lifted off me, and when I can talk again, I’ll tell him.

“You want us to keep our hands to ourselves?”

I shake my head. Not at all. I want them to touch me all the time. It’s frustrating not being able to talk.

“You want us to sleep in our own beds?”

I shake my head and shrug. Either way, I don’t mind. I enjoy sleeping with them and waking up surrounded by their heat. But I don’t want to force them to sleep with me if they’d prefer to sleep on their own.

His lips tip into an almost smile and I’ll take it. I lean forward, pressing my lips to his, intending it to be a definitive answer to his questions.

His hand gently wraps around the back of my neck as he deepens the kiss. Everything in me wants me to straddle him.

Not breaking the kiss, I slide across to kneel on the ottoman over his lap before lowering onto him. Sparks light under my skin. His cock is hard between my legs. Desire swirls heavy and thick, making everything come to life inside me.

I want him, right now. I make a needy noise in my throat, but that hurts. When I whimper a little, pained, he pulls away. I touch my neck to show him it’s not him.

“You’ll be better soon.” He grinds my hips down on his.

My lips part as desire floods my body. Please don’t stop.

“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you while you heal.” The mischievous gleam in his eyes makes me smile. When he lifts me, I’m surprised that Noah catches me and lowers me down onto his lap. I don’t know when he woke up.

“Lean back, kitten. Let us make you feel better.”

I wrap my arm around Noah’s neck behind me as Seth slides off my panties. I’m still only wearing panties and his t-shirt. Well, I was wearing panties.

Seth guides my legs to either side of Noah’s, and Noah spreads his knees, opening mine obscenely wide. Seth leans back on his hands while he stares at my pussy. Just his eyes locked between my thighs are enough to make me dripping wet.

“Feel how wet she is, Noah.” Seth’s gaze goes to him.

When Noah slides his hand down my belly to slip between my legs, I catch my lip in my teeth. He parts my folds and strokes his fingers over my pussy. I gasp at the electric feel of his touch.

Noah’s voice is rough in my ear when he says, “So fucking wet.”

“Slide your finger inside her.”

I whimper. My body heats up to the exquisite torture of hearing Seth’s commands before they happen. I press back into Noah.

He follows Seth’s instructions, and I suck in a breath at the bite of soreness. I’m still a little tender from them last night. It had almost been a year since I last had sex, and never with guys this big.

“Sore, princess?”

Nodding, I raise my fingers close together to indicate a little. But I don’t want to stop.