All the reasons it couldn't work pressed on her. The Thurston-Hughes brothers were overwhelmingly possessive men. How could they share? They fought. Would they fight over her? She'd seen Callum's anger at Oliver and she'd wondered … "Why were Oliver and Callum fighting the day the reporter came to the office?"
Even as she asked the question, her hands roved over Rory's hard form. The woman inside her wasn't sure she wanted the answer right now. That part of her craved what these brothers could give her. She might have been a virgin until Oliver, but she wasn't stupid. He could offer her more. They all could, and she wanted to feel the pleasure she'd been denied her first time.
He kissed the line of her jaw, then his tongue found her pulse point, making her shiver with desire. "You, of course. You didn't see the very nice punch I landed. We were fighting over you, but that's not going to happen again. We've talked in detail. Now we're a united front."
For how long? If she only wanted a night, it didn't matter … but deep down, Tori suspected she wanted far more.
Every cell in her body quaked as he kissed her neck. "Rory, I don't know."
"Yes, you do. You've always known." He took a step back. "But I'm going to give you a choice. If you're scared, walk back into that ballroom and I'll consider the matter finished. I'll talk to Callum and Oliver, and we'll court you in a more proper fashion. We'll be polite and escort you out and take turns like gentlemen. But if you walk into that room with me, there won't be anything polite about the way we take you. I won't be a gentleman. I'll be a Dom. Your Dom, and you'll know what it means to be utterly possessed by three men who can't breathe without you. We'll start preparing you because we're going to take you in every way a man can take a woman. Think about this because you're selecting the path we travel. Polite and proper? Or as wild as you can handle it? Do you want to know what it means to submit to men who love you?"
"Yes." The word was out before she could think about it. It didn't matter. Despite all the reasons she shouldn't do this, she couldn't walk away.
"Then come with me." He grabbed her hand and strode down the hall.
Tori hurried after him, knowing nothing would be the same again.
CHAPTER NINE
Oliver stared at his brother as he pulled out a pink plastic plug and laid it on a towel on the bar. Callum had turned the bar into a buffet of sex toys. He wasn't sure he knew what some of them were for. Still, even he knew that was an awfully small plug if it was supposed to serve the purpose he supposed. "I'm bigger than that plug, Cal."
It was a bit surreal to be standing in his brother's room laying out sex toys and talking about how they were going to seduce their woman. He'd never been a big planner when it came to sex. He went with the flow and now he was wondering if that wasn't his problem.
Callum snorted as he pulled out a bottle of lube. "Of course you are, but she's got a little tiny virgin arsehole. It's got to be trained to accept a cock. This is a training plug. When she's used to it, I'll move her up to something bigger. It's going to take a while."
The thought of her virgin backside made him wince as his cock hardened painfully. "How did you get into all this stuff?"
He had to admit he was curious. His brother was so happy-go-lucky. He wouldn't have believed he could turn into a Dominant male, but he could see the change now. Callum wasn't the cheeky boy he knew. He seemed dark and commanding.
"A teammate introduced me. So much of my life was out of my control. I spent all my time reacting-to rivals, to coaches, to fans, to the press. I needed a place where my control was absolute."
Oliver had never thought of it that way. He'd seen Callum as a charming playboy, jetting all over the world and playing a game. He'd never considered that his brother's life had likely been highly regulated by someone other than himself. He would have been told when to practice, when to play. Everyone would have wanted a piece of him. Callum likely had to constantly deal with women like Thea who wanted him for his money and fame and would do anything to get it. No wonder his brother had been determined to seize control where he could.
Oliver thought he had taken back his control when he'd assumed the helm of the company, but now he wondered. Had he pursued the wrong kind of control? "And you think Tori will submit to you? That she needs to?"
Callum started to unbutton his shirt, his jacket and tie gone the minute they'd left the party. "I know she does. I've seen her work. She's excellent at her job, but she's also the kind of woman who tries to please everyone around her. She struggles to say no, and the world is filled with people out there who take advantage of her."