Oh, my God.
It was an orgy.
Half-naked women were everywhere.
Behind her, she was vaguely aware of Gabe shutting the door. She gulped. What the hell had she gotten herself into this time?
There were five of them in total, all in various stages of undress. Two lay on a couch by the far wall, their clothes still on but in a full-blown make-out session. They hadn’t even looked up when she and Gabe entered. The other three grinned at her with interest.
“Ladies, I brought you a present,” Gabe said before shoving her into the middle of the room like a sacrifice.
Two of the women started toward her.
“Um…Gabe,” she squeaked uncertainly.
“This is Brooke.”
“Hi, Brooke,” the three said in near unison, their gazes roaming over her.
“Um…Gabe,” she repeated, stepping backward as they approached.
Behind her, causal-as-you-please, Gabe made the introductions. “This is Shannon.” The curvy brunette wearing jeans and a pink bra waved. “And Jacey.” This time, the blonde waved. Sporting yoga pants and matching sports bra, she whispered hi a little too close to Brooke’s ear. “And Taylor is on the bed.”
Taylor wore only a pair of black lace panties, her naked breasts swinging as she shuffled to the end of the mattress. Now understanding what Joe had meant by his type, Brooke tried not to stare at Taylor’s boobs. All the women were well-endowed. None of them had that skinny model look. These women were all bold curves, full-bodied women. Jacey’s breasts were stuffed into the sports bra, her waist cinched in as though she regularly worked out, but her body flared back out with a full-figured ass. Shannon jiggled when she walked with rolls above her belt and jeans stretched taut over her thighs.
Jacey and Shannon circled her. Shannon ran a finger down her arm. Jacey traced one of the flower patterns on her dress. She jerked away from their touches.
Brooke glanced back at Gabe. She’d expected him to be smug, happy to have thrown her off guard, but instead when she looked at him, she saw heat in his gaze. He was excited by the idea of her here. And if she was honest with herself, she was, too.
“Since when?”
Gabe shrugged. “Years.”
“I thought you used to date a preacher’s daughter?” Brooke gawked. She lurched away as a pair of fingers tugged at her dress.
“That’d be Paige.”
“What?” One of the women on the couch asked, suddenly drawn into the conversation. The woman lying beneath her cupped the back of her head and pulled her down for more kisses.
“Paige and Sam are on the couch.”
“They don’t really play with us anymore,” Taylor explained. She came up onto her knees at the edge of the bedspread. “Gabe’s been promising us a newbie. I’m glad he came through before I have to leave for school. Initiation is the best part.”
Brooke gulped as she understood exactly what Gabe had set up at this motel.
Taylor curled her finger. Jacey and Shannon started herding Brooke toward the bed.
“I like your purse,” Shannon complimented as she dragged it off Brooke’s arm and laid it against the foot of the bed.
Brought to the end of the bed, Brooke found herself at eye level with very big, brown nipples. Taylor crouched down a bit and whispered, “Hi, Brooke.”
Brooke dragged her gaze up. “Hi.”
As if that was an invitation, Taylor leaned forward and kissed her. Brooke’s head spun. This was the second random kiss with a stranger, all within ten minutes.
She’d never kissed another woman, but when Taylor held the nape of her neck and licked at the seam of her lips, Brooke realized it wasn’t any different. Tentatively, at first, Brooke opened her mouth and accepted Taylor’s tongue.
Not ready to touch Taylor’s nearly naked body, Brooke didn’t know what to do with her hands. It seemed the others didn’t have the same problem. She felt a hand slip up the back of her dress and settle on her ass. Another snaked up her stomach and cupped her breast.
Dazed from the overload of sensations, Brooke moaned. Giving herself completely over to Taylor’s kiss, Brooke raised her hand to cup Taylor’s cheek.
Amidst the fog, Gabe’s voice reached her. “Very nice, Brooke.”
A wave of wetness soaked into her panties. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be falling into this so thoroughly, so easily.
When Taylor ended the kiss, they spun her around. Gabe hadn’t moved from the door but observed the whole thing.
They didn’t give her time to think. Jacey’s mouth came down over hers. Shannon must have dropped to her knees, because seconds later, she felt a hand move up her bare leg as a nose nuzzled the apex of her thighs. Distracted, Brooke didn’t notice Taylor plucking at her halter top.
Jacey and Shannon shifted away as her top dropped.
Confused tears pricked the back of her eyes. This was so wrong, but her body didn’t seem to care.
Brooke forced her eyes open. From across the room, Gabe’s stare ate at her. He’d zeroed in on her breasts. She didn’t even compare to the women around her, yet Gabe didn’t look away, his chest heaving.
Taylor started placing light kisses along the column of Brooke’s neck. “I approve.” Taylor hummed, the effect vibrating along Brooke’s skin.
“Me, too,” Shannon said from near Brooke’s feet, but Brooke found she couldn’t look away from Gabe.
He didn’t smile. Crossing his thick arms in front of his chest, he leaned back on the door and said, “Yeah, she’ll do.”
His whispered words made it all too real. When Taylor’s searching fingers moved up her rib cage, heading toward her bare breasts, Brooke grappled with the fight or flight instinct. Fingertips touched her hardened nipples, and flight won out.
Gathering the discarded material of her dress, Brooke shoved Taylor’s hands away. She reached past Shannon and snatched up her purse. Stomping across the room, she muttered as she neared Gabe, “We need to talk.”
* * *
Gabe shouldn’t have been surprised that Brooke left. He’d moved away from the door to direct her to the bathroom, the only spot in the motel room that would give them privacy, but the second he’d turned his back, she’d run.
“Damn it.” Taylor sank into the bed and pouted. At twenty-two, she was the youngest of his girls and, so far, the most ambitious. It wasn’t often that a newbie left without finishing out the evening, but it had happened a few times, and every time, Taylor seemed to take it personally.
“She’ll be back,” he said to the closed door.
“How can you be sure?”
Because it was Brooke, she’d never been able to stay away from him for long, and right now, she needed something from him.
Gabe approached the bed, where they waited for him. Even Paige and Sam had paused to take in the scene. In the parking lot, a car started up. They heard it tear out of the lot.
“Yeah, she’s coming back.” Taylor’s tone was loaded with sarcasm.
Grabbing the back of Taylor’s head, Gabe kissed her, hard and hot, the way he’d wanted to kiss Brooke. Preferring mutual pleasure and a lot of visuals, Gabe had never been drawn to the idea of caveman antics, but he’d wanted to chase Brooke down and drag her back. He wanted to possess her in the most primal way.
Gabe pushed Taylor onto the bed, coming down over her eating at her mouth. She grunted beneath his weight and wrapped her legs around him to better accommodate him. He realized he was being too rough. They weren’t used to this. Rolling, Gabe let Taylor settle over him. Thighs sprawled, she sat up.
Shannon and Jacey joined them, reclining on either side of him. Briefly, Gabe reached up and fondled Taylor’s breast. “She’ll be back.”
Now that he’d decided he wanted her, he had to believe that Brooke would be back. For now, he trusted his girls to know what he liked, what he needed. Closing his eyes, he tried to process the strange turn of events while multiple light feminine fingers skated over his body.