Page 34 of The Heiress Bride
While I don’t know exactly what I’m doing where he’s concerned, and I’m not entirely sure where my limits are, I know one thing for sure. I love feeling his gaze on me like this. Open, honest appreciation that he doesn’t have to hide and I don’t have to ignore.
“You done with that?” King asks, glancing at the bar that’s running a figure-eight over my chest, cleaning the same spots over and over.
I hand it over and step in close. Katherine seems to know exactly what I want. Her hot little body pressed against mine. The lather eases the way, the perfect slick between her breasts and my abs. She shimmies back and forth, rubbing herself against me like a cat in heat. Treating my cock to a soap, sloshy massage.
Fuck, this is amazing. So much beauty in one small space.
Crowding in behind her, King washes her backside. He must hit a ticklish spot because she gasps, whirling in my arms, and then pulls him in for a long, tongue-tangling kiss. I steal the soap from him and glide it down the back of her right thigh.
Her throaty moan is music to my ears. Getting down on one knee, I wash, rinse, and lean in for abite. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Gabe’s hand moving up and down on his cock in long, lazy strokes. He’s right, of course. Her ass is perfection.
Dropping the soap, I pull her hips back and spread her thighs.
“Alex—” My name is a shaky sigh on her lips.
King steps back, supporting her as I eat her out from behind. Her juices slick the inside of her thighs, coating every bit of her pretty pussy. It’s so flushed and pink.
“Is she wet?” Gabe asks.
“She’s dripping for us,” I tell them.
“Of course she is. Wildfire needs this, don’t you, babe?”
A fresh wave of heat that has nothing to do with the water raining down over my shoulders pours through my veins. Piping hot lava mixed with overwhelming desire. It makes me unsteady and a little lightheaded.
Her pussy clenches around my tongue, so needy. I suck on her clit until her cries bounce off the marble.
“So close,” she pants. “Please?—”
I massage her thighs until she quivers.
“Don’t let her come yet,” King instructs.
Our beauty has something to say about that, but it comes out as a sassy, unintelligible growl. Gabechuckles and stands, stepping to her side. Up the length of her, I see him bend down and claim her lips.
I now have first-hand experience of those lips. He kisses like he approaches everything in life: wild, unapologetic, and full of energy and determination. Watching him kiss her now takes me right back to the foyer when he melted against the door, welcomed me with open arms and an open heart.
How does he do it? Keep trying? Opening his heart up to the pain?
But we’re not worrying about that right now.
I’m not worrying about anything when I have this delicious peach in my face. I stretch my tongue, lapping up all the cream she’s made for me. She chases the tip, needing just a little more stimulation. But whatever King has planned, I’m on board.
“Come here, Wildfire,” his voice beckons from my left.
Sitting back, I see him perched on the bench, palming the head of his cock. Beauty purrs, pulling back from her kiss. Gabe helps her into King’s lap, and I take pride in the fact that she’s weak-kneed.
The golden god of a man curls around her, all sun-kissed muscles, perfect features and charismatic smile.
“Mine,” he says into her throat as he thrusts his hips up, driving his cock into her slickness.
I’m not even jealous of the way he’s claiming her. In fact, it makes my cock leak as I watch her roll her hips, taking his erection so deep.
I get it. He wanted her for so long, wouldn’t let himself have her. They’ve had so much time and distance between them. For whatever reason. This new reality probably doesn’t feel real to him yet. I wonder how long it’ll take for me to settle into this new facet with Gabe.
“Mine,” Katherine echoes.
She has so much love to give. It’s a fucking miracle. Watching her open her heart to the three of us continues to crack me wide open.
