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Delores

I’m so nervous I can barely finish the delicious array of sweets the servers bring us. It’s not even close to the first time I’ve been intimate with Fitz, but things have taken a serious turn. The playboy rumors about my tiger don’t line up with the conversation we just had, and if I think about it, they don’t match the way he’s treated me from the moment I stepped on campus. But a guy who acted like he cared has burned me before, and even though I want to take this next step, I need a moment to wrap my head around it.

What should I do? I don’t want to hurt his feelings with my mini-panic attack.

My body moves of its own volition as I stand, placing my napkin on the table with slow, controlled movements. I can see the confusion on Fitz’s face, but he stands as well. “I have to go to the restroom. Can you point me in the right direction?”

A relieved expression comes over his handsome features, and he snaps his fingers, bringing a well-dressed giraffe scurrying to our table. “Take my girl to the ladies. I don’t want her getting lost in this crowd.”

I smile at the harried-looking server, whispering my thanks as he leads me across the room. The stares are hot on my back as I pass by tables full of big cats from all ends of the spectrum—wealthy to rough looking. I’m sure Fitz has brought dates here before, but I’d bet it’s the first time a prey animal has been seated, not serving. Keeping my chin up, I thank the giraffe again before entering the large powder room leading to the ladies’ bathroom.

Okay, Dolly. Just breathe.

My reflection is perfectly coiffed and primped, but the emotion in my eyes gives me away. I’m not scared of getting sexy with Fitz after this, but the dating part is freaking me out. I’m just… I don’t know if my heart can take another blow like prom night, and I’m placing some serious trust in this tiger—and the others. Saying ‘yes’ to his… poly-posal... was easy until I realized I’m going to have to reciprocate the things I asked of them. I have to trust them —with my heart and my body—and that means I will need to share the good and bad parts of my past as well.

Stuff I’ve told no one, not even Mattie.

I sigh and shake my head. My nightmare childhood is a bridge to cross later; now I need to get my jitters under control before he thinks I fell in the fucking toilet. I reach under my skirt and pull my phone out of the little concealed pocket Cori cut into the side of my dress. Hitting the phone icon on my group chat with my friends, I tap my foot while I wait for them to pick up.

“Girrrrrrrrl. Why are you calling us instead of being twisted like a pretzel?”

Rufus’ drawl helps to calm the knots in my stomach, and I let out a slow breath. “Guys. I can’t talk long, but someone needs to help stop me from having an episode… because I just agreed to be the girlfriend of five dudes.”

“Wooooohooooooo!” Cori whoops in the background.

I wince. Sensitive ears—I can’t help it. “Yes, yes, it’s very cool, but how do I keep my fucking hands from shaking?”

“Easy, Dollybear. Get out there and shake your bunnymaker so he’ll dick you until you forget your name.” Rufus snorts, clearly amusing the hell out of himself.

I hiss into the receiver, “Your advice is to get fucked and I won’t worry anymore? I could have thought of that by myself.”

“Just think, if you had, you’d already be naked and happy,” Cori chimes in, her giggles tinkling over the line.

Son of a bitch, they’re right.

“Hanging up now!” I sing-song as I end the call, and look in the mirror again. Tucking the phone back into my pocket, I walk out into the restaurant with my head held high once again.

It’s time to rock Fitz Khan’s world and the rest will fall into place on its own.

“This is the Khan suite. They keep these everywhere we do business, so family members have a place to stay,” Fitz says, as he throws open the door to a room that’s easily as big as the entire floor of my original dorm room.

I have to physically stop my mouth from gaping as I step inside, so I don’t look like a rube. Sure, Lucille and Bruno are loaded, but they’ve never taken me anywhere like this. I should have known it was going to be ridiculous when he had to wave off an actual fucking butler that wanted to follow us onto the private elevator, but I don’t know if I could have prepared myself for this place. There’s a grand piano in the living room, multiple doors to Hera knows where, a full kitchen, and chandeliers. A panel on the wall, full of lights and buttons that must control this space shuttle, blinks at me as Fitz takes my coat and hangs it in the closet.

Holy Aphrodite, what in the hell have I gotten myself into?

The smug grin he gives me makes my thighs clench, and I wrinkle my nose. “I can’t believe your family owns a royal suite at the Plaza. This is like… king shit.”

“Baby Girl, your other boyfriends are kings—whether Raj or royals—or they should be. At least, most of them. Chessie and I don’t need that kind of responsibility.”

He winks at me like a jackass, and I cross my arms over my chest, suddenly self-conscious. I didn’t make that connection, especially about Aubrey or Rennie, but hearing it out loud brings me back to reality. “Gods, Fitz. What in the hell do you guys want with a nearly virgin outcast with a truckload of baggage?”

The look in his eyes is downright predatory as he stalks over to me, yanking me against his body. His hand buries in my hair, tilting my head back so I’m gazing up at him, and my heart thumps like it’s going to escape my ribcage. He must feel it because he leans in, his lips almost touching mine as he growls softly. “Never talk about yourself like that again, baby girl. I won’t stand for it, and neither will the others.”

To reiterate his point, his free hand squeezes my ass, pulling me against his erection. I almost ask ‘why me’ again, but he takes my open mouth as an invitation to kiss me like he’s trying to crawl inside my body—which he probably is. My fingers inch up his chest and I loop my arms around his neck, returning the kiss eagerly. The hunger in the air is palpable, and I make a split second decision to simply let things happen.

When our mouths part, he pants, and I bite my lower lip, looking at him through my lashes. “Maybe we should look at the bedroom.”

No point in being subtle with this guy.

“Fuck, yes,” he snarls, letting go of my hair and using his other arm to lift me up with his huge muscles. My legs wrap around his waist, and he hums his approval as he carries me to the door, smacking a button on the frame to open it.

Isn’t that handy?

“If you don’t quit squeezing your thighs like that, I’m going to throw you on this bed and flip that skirt up before you even have time to look around.”

Gathering my courage, I arch a brow. “What’s stopping you?”

Before I know it, my back hits pillow-soft linens, and Fitz is diving between my legs like he’s starving. I don’t even get the chance to tell him not to rip the special lingerie I picked before they’re ripped and flying over his shoulder. I try to say something, but the tiger fangs nipping their way up the tender skin of my thighs make my breath catch in my throat and my eyes close in ecstasy.

“How the fuck do you even smell like honeysuckle?” Fitz mumbles, as he hooks his hands under my legs and throws them over his shoulders.

I hope he doesn’t expect me to answer, because his tongue is flicking over my clit, and all I can do is dig my nails into the bedspread. Until that night when he walked in on me, I’d felt nothing like this before, and even with my lack of experience, I know he’s good at what he’s doing. Two fingers slide along my slit as he continues to lick and nibble, and I let out a frustrated whine. “Fitzzzzzzz...”

His chuckle vibrates against me, and I whine again, moving my hips to get him to move faster. “Tell me what you want, little bunny rabbit. I want to hear you say it.”

My eyes pop open, and I freeze in place. He wants me to… talk dirty?

I am so fucking out of my league.

“Stop overthinking. Just tell me,” Fitz growls, turning his head to nip my thigh again. “Be a good girl, and you’ll get a big reward.”

Right. I can do this.

“I want… I want..." I take a deep breath and summon my inner vixen. “I want you to use your mouth and fingers until I come all over your face and then I want you to fuck me until I don’t know which end is up.”

“That’s my girl!” he crows, squeezing my hips in encouragement. My answer is a long moan as he slides his thick fingers inside of me, curling the tips to rub that magical spot that makes my entire body tremble.

The rhythm of his fingers sliding in and out while he laps at my sensitive bud is a damned-near perfect combination. My hips lift and fall to grind against his chin, shuddering as he does something with his tongue that has to be illegal. I feel him slip another finger inside of me, and the stretch is intense, but good. The combination is overwhelming, and I’m so embarrassingly close that when he nips lightly; I explode.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I groan, melting into the bed as my limbs turn to jelly. My breaths are coming in harsh pants as he gives me a smug, glazed-looking grin. If it’s possible, I flush even brighter.

Fitz crawls up my body with a hint of yellow in his eyes, stopping once he’s nestled close. Even though a moment ago, I thought I couldn’t move; I wiggle against him eagerly. “Have I mentioned how fucking stellar it is that I don’t have to w orry about rubbers with you?”

I chuckle throatily. “A time or two, yes.”

“There are so many chicks trying to get a piece of our family. I’ve never once taken a dip in the pool without my trunks before you, baby girl. It’s a fucking gift.”

I roll my eyes up at him, my expression teasing. “So, are we going to do it, or do I need to help myself?”

“Fuck yes, with my baby girl on top,” he growls, before dipping his head to bite my lower lip.

Oh shit. I’ve definitely seen it being done before in movies, but we haven’t done it yet. You can do this, Dolly.

Pushing on his chest, I wait for him to roll onto his back before I climb on, straddling his hips. When his cock slides against my wetness, I moan. I just came like my life depended on it, but something feels extra slick this time—almost like a natural lubricant. He holds onto my hips as I rock over him slowly, my head falling back when his crown bumps my clit.

Insecurity flares up, and I lean down, looking into Fitz’s eyes with a fierce, pleading expression. “Don’t you dare make fun of me if I’m bad at this.”

The smile he gives me is probably aiming for angelic, but we both know that’s not the case. “Cross my heart. Now grab the reins and show me how you ride ‘em, cowgirl.”

I ignore the persistent blush creeping over me and rise to my knees. Fitz grins wider as he helpfully holds his dick at the ready, and I close my eyes as I lower onto him, little by little. He’s bigger than Todd, and this new angle is tighter. Once I’m settled, I gasp, holding perfectly still for a minute to get my bearings. “Holy fuck.”

His hands grip my hipbones, squeezing hard for a moment before he grinds out, “Fuck is right.”

Damn, this man is being patient with me.

The lack of action has to be killing him. I breathe deeply, gathering all of my courage as I move. Swiveling as I raise and lower myself on his cock, I close my eyes, letting my body mimic what I’ve seen without worrying that I might do it wrong. The satisfied sounds my tiger makes encourage me, and I rock faster, gasping again when he thrusts up to meet me hard.

Sweat trickles down my spine as our skin slaps, and I can feel the buzz of another orgasm rushing towards me as he repeatedly hits just right. Knowing I’ll have bruises from his fingers makes something inside of me almost purr with satisfaction, and a deep hunger forces my eyes open, so I can look down at him as I bounce on his dick.

“I don’t know where you learned this, but I’ll buy you a fucking subscription. You’re bucking like a seasoned bronco,” Fitz grunts as he reaches up to flick my nipples, making me squeak in surprise.

When he pinches them, I snap, giving in to the urge that’s been burning through me—to claim what’s mine. Diving forward, I bite his shoulder, hard, squeezing around him as I do so.

“Holy shit!”

With a pleased grin, I bite harder and his hips slam into mine, throwing me over the edge into a climax that makes my entire body tremble. Our movements stutter as he shouts, his dick twitching as his orgasm chases mine. Collapsing onto his chest, I pant softly, feeling like every part of my body has melted.

This is what people talk about in books, Dolly.

“You’re gonna have to give me a few, but we are definitely doing that again,” he says as he runs a hand over my hair. “But first, let’s hydrate.”

“That sounds amazing,” I mumble.

He chuckles and slides his hands under my thighs to raise me off of him—but I don’t move.

“What the fuck?” Fitz frowns, his brows furrowed in confusion as he tries to lift me again, with no success. “I know your pussy likes my dick, but they have to part occasionally. Let go.”

“Let go? I’m not doing anything! It’s not my fault you’re stuck!”

“It has to be you; this hasn’t happened before!”

“It didn’t happen any other time, either, Fitz!” Panic sets in as I frantically try to move, but can’t. Fitz looks concerned, and my heart races.

Maybe there is something wrong with me, and I’m doomed to screw up everything with every guy I ever…

What in the name of Hades made me agree to date five of them?

I close my eyes as they fill with tears, not wanting him to see the shame building inside me as I replay all my faults. Lucille always said there was something wrong with me, and then I turned out to be prey. Todd sneered at me after our first time together and tried to eat me. Now I’ve broken Fitzgerald Khan’s famous dick.

I’m never going to live this down.

That last thought completely wears down the confident facade I’ve been maintaining, and I slap my hand over my mouth to catch the sob before it escapes. I’m crying like a giant, cock-breaking baby and I can’t stop as I shake from head to toe. Suddenly, I feel him move, sitting us up so I’m wrapped in his arms, despite still being impaled.

“Baby Girl, don’t cry. You’re making me want to kick my ass, and I can’t do that while the key’s stuck in the lock.” Fitz’s cheek rubs against mine while he emits a comforting, low growl against my ear.

He’s trying to be sweet, but it’s only making me cry harder. “I—I b-b-broke youuuuuu!”

His bark of laughter startles me, and he nips my earlobe lightly. “If anyone was going to break me, I’m glad it was you, Delores Drew. Don’t you dare be ashamed.”

I suck in a deep breath, trying to pull myself together. Fitz isn’t mad at me; he was just surprised. It’s okay—I didn’t ruin anything. “I don’t know why this happened, but I’m sorry. I… I’ll try not to do it again.”

“Oh, once we figure out how to undo this, doing it again is at the top of my list. How fucking awesome is the sex that we broke each other?! It was meant to be!”

The sniffles finally relent, and I laugh softly, wrapping my arms around him. “Okay, okay. Do you have any ideas about what we should do?”

“Well, let’s just give it a minute… see if it fixes itself. Lucky for me, I’m trapped by a hot pussy with a fantastic pair of tits I haven’t even paid attention to yet. Seems like a damned good way to pass the time for now.”

I can get behind that plan.

“Fitz Khan, you’re corrupting me.”

“Fuck, I hope so.”