Page 26 of Indigo

Another anguished moan tears from my throat, and the door swings open, revealing Cassidy with a confused frown on his handsome face.

Why is he so gorgeous? Those brown eyes and strong jaw take a whimper from between my lips, and without any ounceof shame, I keep doing what I'm doing while looking directly at him.

Perverted satisfaction blossoms from my chest when his eyes dip between my legs, and he realizes what I'm doing. The man is over six feet, and he staggers watching me, hands balling into a fist.

“Is she okay?”

Hank grabs my attention, and I flicker my gaze to my mustache daddy. When did I start calling him that? I'm not sure, but the title fits so damn well it slips off my tongue along with a smile.

“Hi, Mustache Daddy.”

My hand doesn't stop rubbing this one out even with my new spectators. I know somewhere inside my brain shame is trying to burst out and claim me, but right now heat takes the front seat.

“Indigo… stop…”

Hank begs, and I almost feel sorry for my daddy. Really, this is not right, but I'm chasing an orgasm, and I can’t let it go now.

“Stop? Are you really asking her to stop?” Cassidy shakes his head as if ashamed of his packmate. His brown eyes turn to me, and he smirks. “Sour Peach, you keep going. Spread those beautiful legs and show me everything.”

As if my body is in tune with his requests, my legs fall open all while my furious hand chases that orgasm. My robe slips down when I arch my back and call Cassidy’s name.

The siren call works because he kneels over the bed, his eyes glued to my pussy as I rub and pump and beg. His features are dark, and he looms over me with his cock straining his jeans. I lick my lips, looking at him, and start wondering why I'm doing this and not him. This feels like his job.

Their job.

His hands hover over my knees. I never needed contact this much in my life. My whole body comes alive thinking about hishands on me, but before I can melt into the sensation, Nash stops us.

“Don't touch her!”

Now, that is the opposite of what I want. I pout, looking at Nash, but he shakes his head.

“We promised, Indie.”

Promised? What did he promise? I can't remember anymore. I shake my head and keep at it until the orgasm is so damn close I can taste it with the tip of my tongue.

“Let’s leave her to it,” Nash says, Adam's apple bobbing.

Just by looking at him, I know leaving me to it is the last thing he wants. Why is he torturing us all? I can’t fully understand what is happening, but my need is loud, and I’m not above begging.

“Touch me, Cassidy.”

“Indigo,” he growls like an animal.

This voice is low and vibrates within me. I gasp, mouth dry, legs twisting the sheets, and I come at once, flooding the room with my need. Even I can smell the perfume. Like a fucking hot, humid greenhouse, the room drips of me.

My pumping fingers halt. Cassidy throws his head back and moans. Fuck, that masculine moan has me undone, and when my eyes fall to his lap, I see he came on his jeans.

Fuuuuck me.

I made that man come without even touching him? He’s not the only one beautifully affected. Hank’s knees weaken so much he holds on to the wall beside him to keep straight. And then there’s Nash… Goody Two-shoes Nash, who was just urging them not to touch me yet, now steps my way, knees hitting the bed before he stops himself from lying with me.

Their eyes make a hot path across my skin. My toes curl with need, and I’m back at square one. Back arching without anystimulation, I moan before I let my middle finger tease my clit, just a little, just barely.

Nash takes in a breath, groaning for the last time before he shakes his head, as if I’m the biggest temptation he’s ever seen. He points at me.

“No.” He shakes his head. “We need to get out of here and get our heads straight.”

“You better run, then,” I gasp. “Because I’m starting again…”