Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(101)

Oliver moved in behind her, crowding her until she was between their big bodies. "We're not letting you go. You can beg all you like but you're not leaving this house."

"You can't keep me here." The words came out on a breathy gasp as their bodies collided. One manicured hand came up to touch his chest. The other moved back to Oliver's hip. "Just because the sex is good doesn't mean this is a good idea."

Tal had been right. The only way to break through Tori's defenses was sheer intimacy. They would be inside her so often for the next thirty days that she would feel empty if one of them wasn't making love to her.

"The fact that you only call it good sex shows me how naïve you are and how little you understand. It's not sex. I've had sex. I've had so much sex I got bored with it. We don't have sex." Rory cupped his free hand around her breast. She seemed to swell around his fingers, forcing him to take more into his hand. "What we do is make love and I've never made love to another woman."

She arched a brow at him. "I seem to remember a couple of models who would disagree."

"Ah, that was sex. It was an itch I could scratch with anyone. This is more. I hunger. I crave, and only one person in the world can satisfy me now. You. Only you." It had been that way since the moment he'd seen Tori. Only she mattered now. Only Tori could fulfill his needs.

"I thought I'd been in love," Oliver whispered. "I thought I knew everything. Then my whole world got ripped out from under me."

Tears formed in her eyes. "Then you should understand why I can't do this."

Oliver didn't let up. "I understand that you're scared. I've been the same. My fear caused me to lash out and hurt you, but I won't ever do that again. I'm stronger now."

"What happened to you, Oliver?" she asked.

Oliver kissed her cheek. "You happened, love. I went back to the palace for you and I found myself again. I'd been lying on that floor dying for years, but I got up and I won't go back down again. I'll fight. You wanted to see the real me. Well, this is who I am, darling. I'm going to fight for what I want and that's a family with you and my brothers. Give in now. Make it easy on all of us because there is only one acceptable outcome and that is marriage. A life together. I'll accept nothing less." 

She shook her head, but she shifted between them as though she couldn't decide which way to turn. "I can't handle it."

"You can and you will. I'll make sure of it. We'll all help you." Rory took her mouth with hungry dominance as though his lips and tongue could brand her.

She softened under the onslaught, and he could feel her tears against his face. He refused to let up. She needed to cry, needed to feel. She closed herself off from everything and he was beginning to understand that she only seemed open to people who didn't matter. She was terrified of letting anyone in who she really cared about.

Rory intended to change that because he intended to be one of the men she loved more than life itself. All that passion and love was trapped. It was up to them to set it free.

Words didn't seem to work on her so Rory was going to try something far less verbal.

He let his tongue dive deep, playing along hers. He tugged at the hem of her shirt. "You don't need this, sweetheart."

Then Oliver was undressing her, and Rory assisted.

Life was easier with a couple of partners. He never had to stop kissing her yet his older brother continued to peel away her layers. Before too long, they revealed her warm flesh. With a twist, her bra came free and her breasts fell between them, begging for his attention. He ended the kiss with one last swipe of his tongue over her bottom lip and studied her.

"How do you do this to me?" Her guileless eyes had clouded with desire.

There was an easy answer to that question. "I'm passionate about you. I love you with my whole heart and soul. Tori, you're never going to find this again. We all click. We fit together. Oliver, have you ever wanted another woman like you want her?"

"Never. I didn't know I could want a woman the way I want her." Oliver cupped her chin, tilting her up toward him. He brushed his lips against hers. "And I've never had such pleasure from a woman. It doesn't work like this with other people. You won't find this with another man. You have to settle for only having the three of us."

"Another man? I can't handle the ones I have. You three don't listen to good sense." She arched back, her mouth against Oliver's while her breast filled Rory's hand. "You make me forget to think."

"There's no need to think right now. Just feel. Give over to us. We need to be together. I need to be close to you. I know you're afraid, but so are we. We don't want to lose you. Not to a bullet or to your own fear." He lowered his head and licked at the tight peak. It tightened further, begging him to torment her even more.