I look at my brothers and they look as confused as Lily does. I stand up, starting to pace the room, my hands clasped behind my back. It feels like the world is crumbling around me with Lily saying that she can’t do this and I have to find a way out. For both our sakes.

For all our sakes.

“What do you mean?” Callum asks, frowning as he watches me pace.

I have a million thoughts in my head but one pops up as paramount.

Fuck tomorrow. What about today?

I stop suddenly and without any prompting, that predatory smile returns to my lips. I turn my attention to Lily and she shrinks back a little in the couch. She looks so small and fragile… All I want to do is break her, because something tells me that she’d only grow stronger from it.

“Troy, bring me a tie,” I say, my voice low, taking on that commanding tone that makes my employees jump and those who know me clear the way for me.

Troy and Callum share a glance but a moment later, Troy stands and stalks out, heading to the bedroom. He’s back in a few seconds, holding a matte black tie in his hand. He gives it to me and I run it through my palms before rolling it around my hand.

“You don’t get to choose,” I say, having kept Lily in suspense for long enough. “In fact, you won’t even know what happened to you. You say you can’t make up your mind?”

She nods timidly.

“Well, we’ll make it up for you. Get on your knees.”

Austin and Troy both look at me sharply, but I don’t move a muscle. They’ll understand soon enough.

“On your knees, Lily,” I repeat. “Don’t make me say it again.”

She practically scrambles off her seat and sinks down on her bare knees on the cool floor. Her skin’s milky pale even after several days in sunny Hawaii and her freckled face is so indescribably gorgeous, staring up at me.

And she doesn’t even know how fucking mesmerizing she is.

Slowly, I walk over to her and then step behind her. I can hear her breath hitching and she’s shaking like a leaf.

She glances up at me but my glare makes her look straight ahead without me needing to tell her that it’s what I want from her. I drape the tie over her eyes and pull it behind her ears before tying two knots in it, making sure that it’s snug against her face. I don’t want her to see a goddamn fucking thing.

Running a finger down her neck and shoulder until I reach the strap of her dress and bra, I loop it behind the fabric and then slowly move along her shoulder until it falls down her arm, exposing the top of her breast.

She gasps and I leave it there, not moving my hand any further, just keeping it on her shoulder with my fingertip touching her skin.

“You don’t know who I am,” I tell her in a calm, authoritative tone. “You don’t know anyone else who is in this room. All you know is that you can have whatever you want to have. Without guilt. Even if it is just for one night.”

Troy and Callum are now looking at me like I’ve just opened the gates of heaven to them and to be blunt, I just might have.

Callum stands up first and walks over to Lily, who seems to be intent on focusing on keeping conscious. Her breaths are shallow and her hands are twisting in the fabric of her red and yellow sundress, scrunching it up.

I’m not sure why I was so certain, but I knew she would not say no to this. She wants this as badly as the rest of us and just needed a guilt-free choice. We’re all adults, we know perfectly well what we’re doing.

Sometimes it’s just that tiny bit of imaginary illusion that we need to explain things to ourselves, to make them justifiable. I gave her that. I gave us all that.

And now I’m going to reap the fucking rewards.

“Do you understand what I’m telling you?” I ask tersely, and she nods quickly.

“Say it,” Troy commands, also standing now. “Say it out loud.”

“I understand,” she gasps, breathless and oh so sweet.

I want to cradle her in my arms and never let anything bad happen to her. But I want to fuck her raw and give her exactly what she’s been missing even more.

“Good,” I say then, peeling my shirt off of my body.

My brothers follow suit.

There’s an unspoken agreement between us, risen in the last couple of minutes. We’ve never done this before. We’ve never shared. While I know Troy and Callum have done it, I’ve never joined in. I’ve fought with them for women I’ve wanted and I’ve won and I’ve lost.

This is the first time we’re willing to all forgo our egos. All in the name of this delicate little flower of a woman who is far stronger than she knows. I just want to show her that. And I’m not alone in this.

Lily listens, her head swiveling as she hears the sound of clothes being removed and tossed around. Her sweet lips part and she’s aching without our touch.

I’ll kiss those lips again soon, I think to myself, wetting mine.

Troy lowers the blinds of the living room to give us privacy and when they whack against the ground, Lily jumps a little. Not nearly as hard as she does when Callum removes his belt, though.

“Put your hands up,” he tells her, and she does.

She’s still shaking, trying to turn her head in the direction of the sound. Fuck, I’m going to enjoy playing with her so much…

“Hold them together,” Callum adds, and then he twists the leather around her wrist and pulls it tight so the metal belt buckle catches the tail, tying her wrists together.

He only lets go of it for long enough to shuck off his shorts and Troy and I do the same.

We’re completely entranced by Lily, our full focus on her. I guess that helps to make it less weird that I’m going to fuck a woman who has been haunting my dreams with my brothers.

I’m rock hard already but when Lily moans softly as Callum pushes down the other strap of her sundress, I’m ready to explode. Even that sound is mindblowing. Add in the way she quakes in anticipation… I can only imagine how wet her pussy is right now.

“Open your mouth,” Troy says as Callum picks up the end of the belt.

He can yank her arms up and over her head whenever he wants and she knows it. I think she revels in it.

“Good girl,” I mutter as her lips part again and I can see her glistening pink tongue.

The same tongue I expect to see lapping up my cum soon.

She whimpers as Callum pushes both straps of her dress and bra down, yanking her bra off her breasts too. I let out a guttural growl as I catch sight of those perfect nipples, already peaked and hard, wanting more. I want to see her completely naked, completely exposed to us. I want to save the image of her like this in my memory forever.

Troy steps up to her, stopping right in front of her with his hand around his cock. He strokes it a few times and then pushes the tip to her lips, wiping a bead of precum on it.

“Don’t lick it,” he says, his words coming out as a snarl.

She nods her head, but I can see the way her brows knit. She wants to taste him so bad that it’s dripping off of her… Her desire, her lust, her need…

I step up next and I take my sweet fucking time stroking my long, thick, hard cock so close to her face. She can feel my fingers running up and down the shaft next to her cheek. She looks so fucking good on her knees in front of me, her wrists tied and her tits bare.

I finally spread my precum on her lips as well and she exhales sharply. Maybe she recognizes my scent. It must be driving her crazy, not knowing who is doing what to her.

That’s half the fun.

Callum goes last, keeping hold of the belt. He spreads his precum on her upper lip and when he takes a step back, we all admire our handiwork for a second. Lily’s practically crying out of need.

“You can lick it off,” Troy says, and she does.

Her expression turns to one of pure bliss and my hands roll into fists, seeing how much she wants this. Keeping myself from tackling her, tossing her on the couch and fucking her raw is becoming harder by the minute.

Her tongue slips over her lips several times, trying to make sure she got all of it. When she’s done, she bites down on her lower lip.

“What do you want?” Callum asks, keeping his tone level.

“I-… I don’t know,” Lily stutters.

“Wrong,” Callum says sharply, yanking on the leash he has around her wrists and making her jerk forward slightly. “What. Do. You. Want?”

“If you don’t tell us, all of this goes away, Lily,” I add.

We give her a moment. Her breathing is shallow and sharp, tiny bursts instead of full breaths. Finally, I see her shoulders relax, like she’s breaking a little inside.

“I want your cocks,” she says, and it’s music to my ears. “I want your cocks in my mouth.”

What the lady wishes, the lady will have.