Chapter 66

None of us bothered to dress or even put our shoes on for the walk up to the house. Theron helped Christos with the pile of clothing while Elek and Dermott escorted me up the wide stone steps to the house. Instead of walking right in, we moved off to the side where I realized there was a glass-covered addition to the building, which housed a good-sized indoor pool. Elek opened one of the French doors and stepped aside as Dermott led me inside.
"Oooh, very nice." The area was a tropical paradise, paved with the same flagstones as outside and lush with flowering plants, which scented the air with their fragrance. A hot tub sat on a higher level with a waterfall spilling into the pool. Several wooden loungers surrounded both pool and spa with thick, well-padded cushions. Some of them were the size of a double bed. Oh, this would do nicely!
"The bathroom is right over there," Dermott told me, pointing to a door concealed behind the artful interior landscaping. "We might want to shower off the salt water for a start."
"Well, if the shower is as big as the one upstairs, we can all clean up at once."
"It is." Christos had come up and caught hold of the hand not twined around Dermott's waist. "Our boy Dermott here likes his luxuries."
Dermott's return grin was easy and affectionate. "I do. But at least I'm willing to share."
I couldn't miss the sexual connotation of that "share" comment, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Did it mean I was unimportant to him? It made sense since we'd only met a few times before yesterday. Still, it was a nagging irritation. I certainly wasn't in love with Dermott McMahon, so why did I care? Shaking it off, I let the males lead me into another spacious bathroom. Glass block walls sectioned off the various sections, including another giant shower stall. It was lovely, but mainly I was busy absorbing the sight of four naked males in the brighter indoor light. Beautiful. Each different but each stunning in his own right. All had rampant erections, and I almost felt guilty for having come when none of them did. Almost. I licked my lips, knowing they'd have their turns - soon. Jess, you are one very lucky lady. Somewhere along the way I had lost all self-consciousness about my lack of clothing.
I'll admit to being sort of surprised when all we did in the shower was wash. Well - there was a little petting going on when each of them took turns helping me get clean, and I did enjoy washing each of their backs, learning the different shapes and textures of each of the males. Their scents too were unique, with Dermott standing out considerably from the rest. But by the time we were finished, I knew I'd be able to tell the triplets apart with my eyes shut.
When we stepped out of the shower, Dermott wrapped me in a huge, fluffy towel and rubbed me down while the others dried themselves. Almost immediately, Christos and Elek disappeared. The towels went into a hamper, and Dermott pulled a wide-toothed comb from a drawer and gently combed the tangles from my wet hair before tending to his own. Theron raided a cabinet and hauled out a couple of boxes. A bottle of some sort of oil had been left in a sink full of hot water to warm, and he grabbed that, along with a stack of fresh towels.
When we emerged into the pool room, I saw what Elek and Christos had been up to. Fat white candles glowed all along one side of the pool, and a white sheet had been draped across one of the double lounge chairs. A bottle of champagne rested in an ice bucket with five flutes on the tray beside it. A bowl of strawberries and a plate of something chocolate shared a second tray nearby.
I let the males lead me over to the lounge and took a seat in the middle of it, stretching my long legs out in front of me and leaning against the thick cushions. Elek poured champagne and handed me a glass before passing one to each of the others. Dermott and Christos perched on either side of me, Theron took a seat beside my left knee, and Elek stood behind Christos' shoulder.
Dermott raised his glass. "To Jess."
"To Jess," each of the brothers echoed.
I lifted mine and grinned. "To all of you," I said. "And to a weekend I hope we'll all remember."
"Amen to that." Dermott tapped the rim of his glass against mine, the crystal chiming musically. Each of the others clinked glasses as well, until every combination had been met. We all drank deeply.
It was Christos, the most playful of the bunch, who tipped the last teaspoon or so of his champagne into my navel and leaned over to lick it up. My giggle was more amusement than ticklishness, though that may have played a part too.
When I opened my mouth to laugh, Dermott popped a strawberry into it, which for some reason made me giggle more. I didn't even care that juice ran down my chin. Especially not when Dermott leaned over and licked it away.
Once I'd swallowed the strawberry, Elek's hand was there with a tiny chocolate sphere. "Homemade truffles," he said. "Taste."
"Oh. My. God." It was maybe the single most decadent thing I'd ever tasted - well, except for Dermott's blood. I was a woman but still a vampire after all.
Dermott dipped a strawberry in champagne. He split it in half with his fingers and handed one half off to Christos. Each of them rubbed the wine-soaked berry all over one of my nipples.
At first, I nearly jumped out of my seat, but Theron's hands on my shoulders, softly caressing me from behind, stilled my surprised movement. When Dermott and Christos each leaned down to lick the juice and champagne off my nipples, the double stimulation made me moan. I arched up into their mouths, barely noticing as they slid me forward on the lounge until Theron could slip between me and the back of the chair, his long legs splayed out on either side of me and his rigid erection pressed into the small of my back.