Page 38 of The Heiress Bride
“What?” He lifts his head slightly, cock wedged deep.
I lick a messy, disjointed line up his throat, muscles clenching. My insides draw tight, beyond ready. I feel like I’m going to come, then just keep coming. Like in the movies, when they ignite the dynamite and you see the long line of explosions. Over. And over. And over again.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
“This side of you,” I whisper, thoroughly, completely, hopelessly in love with my best friend and all his facets.
He gasps and drops his forehead against mine, turning back into the King I’ve always loved. One more thrust and his muscles tighten, his hips flex, and he unleashes inside me whilecrying my name. Hot jets of cum, shooting so deep, hips locked tight like he fully intends to put a baby in me.
I swear he reads my mind. He groans, and I moan with him, savoring every second.
“No more hiding,” I tell him.
He shakes his head, then glances over his shoulder. “Any of us.”
“My turn, Beauty.”
Alex moves like a shadow. Big and dark, with an expression so hot I feel sunburned from a single glance.
Somehow, they pass me between them. My back connects with Gabe’s front. Hot, slick skin. And then Alex is there, lifting me higher, wedging between my thighs. Every last part of me relaxes. It’s like a soul-deep sigh. This is where I belong. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be and who I’m supposed to be with.
I cling to him, thighs tight, tender muscles straining and questioning the day’s choices. But there’s no way I’m stopping now. Not when the love is spiraling around this shower like a heart-eyes tornado.
With one hand beneath my ass, his other thumb flicks over my nipple. Sensation radiates from the tip, and it’s my turn to bite my lip. There’s only so much teasing a girl can take, and they’ve had me on edge for a while now.
“Thanks,” Gabe murmurs, and then I feel cool, slick fingers at my backside. Sliding down between my cheeks until they’re poised at my back door. “Let me in, Princess. Relax.”
He breaches me so gently, so carefully. I relax in their grasp, ready for whatever they have in mind. My clit throbs against the crown of Alex’s magnificent cock. He’s wedged so tight, holding so still, he could be carved from granite.
I rub the scruff covering his cheeks. “I want to feel this later,” I tell him, a little out of my mind with lust.
His lips tug up, knowing exactly what I want. His talented tongue lapping between my thighs, those whiskers driving me wild. “My pleasure, Beauty.”
“Make me come,” I beg because I know Alex will let me have my way. My protector. My big, brooding pleasure provider.
“Gabe?” he checks in.
“Can’t rush perfection,” Gabe answers, scissoring his fingers in my ass.
My breasts are so heavy. I whimper, needing to be filled with hard cock. Needing stimulation.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
“You’re not, Princess.”
“I am,” I counter, a needy pile of nerves.
“Not gonna risk hurting you, sweetheart. King, come kiss her senseless.”
A little laugh bubbles up my throat. “Already senseless.” Hell, I feel like I’m on drugs. The good kind that makes you loopy and happy and light. Where nothing bad can touch you.
King wedges in next to us, brushing wet strands of my hair off my forehead. “Hey, messy girl.” He leans in, kissing me so softly I instantly want more.
With one hand hooked around Alex’s neck, I wrap my other arm around King. He lifts his head, that trademark smile gracing his lips. I’m thoroughly bemused, beyond grateful they’re all here with me. Together and working things through.
