Page 144 of Ruined Princess
“You’ll get wet!” I chastised, but he ignored me.
Water slopped out all over the floor as he wrapped me in a thick towel. “Let’s get you dry. We have food ready.”
“Calamari?” I asked hopefully. The guys knew it was my favorite.
“Yes, sweetheart.” He kissed me and then kneeled on the floor to dry my legs, taking his sweet time around my thighs before laughing when I pushed him away.
“If you carry on, we won’t eat!”
“Oh, I’ll be eating soon, don’t you worry.” From his smirk, I knew exactly what he’d be eating later, and I couldn’t wait.
Once Conal had dressed me in a thick robe, I padded out into the living room, leaving him to change out of his wet shirt.
“Here, Pixie.” Ronan pointed at his lap. I rolled my eyes but did as he wanted, knowing it wasn’t worth arguing.
Room service had delivered a selection of dishes while I’d been relaxing in the tub, including my favorite calamari, and I eagerly accepted a plate from Declan. We ate in silence, all of us hungry after the long drive. Eventually, my stomach rebelled. I pushed my plate away and groaned.
“Dessert?” Ronan asked hopefully while glancing at his brothers.
“I can’t manage another bite.” Even if a bowl of ice cream sounded appealing.
Conal grinned. “Not for you. For us.”
“What? You’re having ice cream?” My brow scrunched in confusion.
“No.Youcream.”
I flushed as his meaning sank in. “Oh.”
Ronan lifted me, pushed our dishes aside, and laid me out on the table. He unfastened my robe, exposing my body to their lustful gazes. All three of my husbands stared at me adoringly.
There was a time when I hated my curves. Hated that I was bigger than my friends, with thick thighs, big boobs, and a fleshy ass, but not now.
Now I knew how much they all loved my curves, especially my bountiful breasts, which had grown two cup sizes since I became pregnant.
“Fuck, Pixie, you look so hot.” Ronan groaned, his pants already tented. I bit back a smile. He had no filter.
Declan stood back, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he watched me watching him. All my husbands were gorgeous, but Declan gave off serious daddy vibes. And I was there for it.
Two hands pushed my thighs apart, exposing my wet core, and a mouth latched onto my clit. My back arched as pleasure spiraled deep inside. Pregnancy had sent my libido into the stratosphere, which meant having three horny men on-call was a blessing.
I never went to sleep unsatisfied.
It took Ronan no time at all to make me come. Part of me worried about making a mess on such a fine antique table, but Conal soon erased all rational thoughts from my head when he shoved Ronan out of the way and took me to my second orgasm.
Then it was Declan’s turn.
He settled between my knees and stared at my soaked pussy. “Is this all for us, princess?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Good, because we need you nice and wet so you can take us. All of us.”
“Yes, Pixie. Your husbands need you.”
I needed them, too.
So much.
The end.
