Page 12 of Brazen Obsession

I swallow as they come in me, triggering another release that floods my body with sparks. When Dante steps back, I gasp in air, trying to settle down, trying to find the ground again after being so high for so long.

Wyatt slides out of my ass and lifts me from Drew, carrying me to the bathroom where Finn has the water running. When Wyatt tries to set me down, my legs refuse to hold me. Finn catches me against him.

“It’s okay, flower. I’ve got you.” Finn wraps an arm around my waist and holds me tight.

I relax into him and let the water rain down over me. We have to clean up and go down to dinner with Finn’s father.

Some of the desire seeps from me. I want to believe his father is on our side. That he wants what’s best for his son, but I also know that Finn doesn’t one hundred percent trust him.

So I’ll remain wary until his father proves to us he can be trusted.

I’m not sure I can ever fully trust a man like Peter or Colin. It may not be wise. But they’re still parents who love their children in their own way. That has to count for something.

Finn holds me as Wyatt joins us in the shower.

I rest my head against Finn’s beating heart and close my eyes as they wash me. Wyatt’s hands are all over my body. When he finishes with my back, Finn passes me to Wyatt to hold and works on my front.

It’s caring and sensual at the same time. Wyatt holds me firmly, and I’m more grounded by the time they finish and we all rinse off. I step out of the shower into the towel Dante holds out for me. He dries me off as the others finish their showers.

“You good, pip?” He tips my chin up and searches my eyes.

I press my hand over his heart and smile. “Yes, boss. I’m good.”

This whole thing feels like a fairy tale brought to life. Like we’ve defeated the bad guy and now we get to ride off into the sunset. And maybe if it were just me and Dante or me and Wyatt or me and Finn or me and Drew, it would be that easy.

But there’s still a lot more to go. We have to face our families. I need to figure out if Tom and I can be friends again. We’ll always be family, but what he did, even for the reasons he did it, hurt me in a way he hasn’t before.

There’s a knock at the bedroom door. The bathroom door is open and we both turn to look. Drew’s voice is casual with whoever is on the other side. He shuts the door and walks over to us.

“Your father would like us to dress for dinner.” Drew holds up some suits and a pale green dress. “This isn’t creepy at all.”

Finn gets out of the shower and towel dries. He shrugs. “You get used to it.”

“Not sure I will.” Drew walks over to the side of the bed we weren’t fucking on and lays out the suits and the dress.

Dante wraps the towel around me and draws me in for a sweet kiss before turning me toward the door. I walk over to Drew and touch the dress. It’s simple with a sweetheart neckline and a full skirt. The material is silky soft. I check the tag and it’s my size even.

“He has a guy.” Finn closes in on my back and his heat wraps around me. “Don’t ask me which one. I’m not sure. But this guy is good at sizes. Just be glad he didn’t send underwear with it.”

Yeah, that would be awkward. I glance around to find my bag of clothes. Before I can bend over, Wyatt lifts it and sorts through it before pulling out some panties and a bra.

“These.” He hands them to me.

I narrow my eyes at him and for a hot second, consider telling him to make me. But we’re going into an unknown battleground and it’s probably best to save that for when we get home. A little rush races through me.

Home. With my guys. It won’t be the same as living in Tom’s room at their apartment. This will have been Drew’s family home. It might be a window into how he grew up. Maybe. But it will be a chance to see if I can do this. If I can let go of my safety net and learn to fly.

Chapter 5

Burden Rate

Sara

As we make our way to the dining room, I take in the house. It’s lavishly decorated. The materials are all the finest quality in muted, luxurious tones. At the long wooden table, Finn pulls out my chair for me. When I sit, he pushes the chair back in. Dante sits on my other side and Wyatt sits beside him. Drew takes the end of the table next to Wyatt.

The dress fits like a glove, and it’s a little creepy how well the guys’ suits fit them. I keep looking at the employees to see if I can figure out which is the one who can figure out sizes. But no one actually looks at any of us. They’re meant to be silent statues until needed.

That’s the one thing we didn’t have growing up: employees. Mom had a housekeeper who came in once a week. And a cook who shopped and prepared for us weekly, but otherwise, we were a normal household compared to this.