Page 15 of Pucking Them
Worshiping me.
Making me come…when my ex-husband never bothered to.
And that’s what pushes me over the edge.
I buck my hips, as pleasure cascades over me, only for Eden to slam his hand over my mouth.
The sudden heavy feel of Eden’s fingers and the metallic taste of the ring that I gifted him silences my scream. And that only makes me come harder and longer.
Pinned down, while the kisses to my clit and neck don’t stop, chasing me through the aftershocks, tears prick my eyes.
I’m shivering.
“Enough.” D’Angelo wrenches Shay’s head away from his place between my thighs. “Good boy.”
At the same time, Eden relents his grip on both my wrists and over my mouth, placing a final kiss on my jaw.
Eden sits back, carefully lowering my arms and massaging them.
“Hell, that was amazing.” I luxuriate in Eden’s caresses and aftercare.
Also, I indulge in the erotic sight of D’Angelo dragging Shay into a possessive kiss, as if he’s trying to taste me on Shay’s lips.
When D’Angelo finally lets go of him, Shay collapses on top of me. He settles down like the limpet that he is with his arms and legs tangled with mine.
He gives a happy sigh.
Eden reaches for the bottles of water, which are piled at the far side of the rug. He unscrews one, before holding it up to my lips and then his brother’s.
D’Angelo stands up, smoothing his shirt like he had nothing to do with orchestrating my ravishing.
Typically, he looks immaculate, while the three of us are hot messes.
I wrinkle my nose, squirming underneath Shay. “Ehm, how long is this sweaty koala bear planning to cling to me?”
“Shhh.” Shay closes his eyes. “I’m sunbathing on my favorite Robyn towel.”
Eden snorts with amusement. “My brother may be some time. He loves sunbathing and he loves you more.”
Eden settles on his back, taking deep swallows of water.
D’Angelo sprawls like the rug is his throne, turning his face up to the sun.
I turn my head, looking back at the mansion.
It’s peaceful, with only the soothing buzzing of cicadas and the melodic call of songbirds. The sweet scent of the roses is intoxicating.
I allow myself to be lulled toward sleep.
I snap fully awake, however, when I see a figure strolling toward the rose garden, around the back of the mansion.
“Cody!” I hiss, shoving at Shay’s shoulder.
“Rude to forget my name, love,” Shay replies, sleepily.
“My brother.” I clutch at Shay’s shoulders to keep him covering me.
“Please stop bringing your brother into our bed.” D’Angelo picks up a strawberry out of the bowl and throws it at me.
