Page 40 of The Heiress Bride
“Fuck—” Gabe mutters.
There’s a momentary flicker in King’s eyes, so brief I almost think I’m imagining it. But I see it for what it is. Indecision. Uncertainty.
“Tell her,” Gabe says. “No more hiding.”
“No more hiding,” Alex agrees.
The mood shifts, and I swear I feel all three of them closing ranks, tightening around me.
King nods. “No more hiding.”
I smile so big my cheeks hurt. My nose prickles harder. “No more hiding.”
Reaching for King again, I draw him tighter into the circle, making sure he’s a part of this. A part of everything.
“I hope you enjoyed all the nights you slept alone, Wildfire, because I don’t think it’ll everhappen again.”
He trails kisses down the outside of my arm.
“We fully intend to keep you between us, dripping from every hole, ’til you beg us to give you a breather.”
Alex’s monster cock flexes inside me, clearly liking the sound of that, and I feel my heart beat in my clit.
“I’m not the one who’s going to need a breather, handsome. And if the three of you don’t make me come soon, you’re all going to be sleeping alone tonight.”
The growl that rumbles from King’s chest is deep, dark, unusual, and sexy as hell. Alex and Gabe don’t waste a second, setting a pace that hits all my most erogenous zones. Building the frenzy like a fast storm blowing across the plains.
Higher and higher, my body coils tighter, and my eyelids swoop shut as I focus on all the delicious sensations curling inside me. They hold me aloft. Tight but gentle. I don’t have to do a thing but enjoy the way their bodies fit with mine. Please mine. So. Close.
Gabe slams home one more time, heart thundering against my back as he groans his release. Then it’s Alex’s turn. They come inside me, dual streams of liquid heat. Their pleasure brings mine to a head. Mylips twitch as I arch between them, muscles clamping around them, ringing every last drop.
Air burns my lungs.
My nails sink into Alex’s shoulders, and my mouth falls open, cries of pleasure rolling off my tongue.
My body has the structure of a wet washcloth as they gently set my feet to the ground, holding me up. One more quick round with the bar of soap, and then they turn the shower off. An army of white towels swipes over my skin, wicking away every droplet of water.
King brushes my hair so gently that it releases the tears in my eyes. He kisses them dry.
Alex slips a satin nightgown over my head.
Gabe brings me a tall glass of cool water.
“When were you going to tell me you rescued my plants?” I ask as we pile into the bed, stomachs rumbling. The truth is, we’re perfectly sated.
Perfect.
This is perfect.
They’re perfect for me.
Together, they check off every item on my impossible list.
And so many things I never thought to look for.
King slides a hand down my belly, the slick fabriceasing the way. Gabe curls in behind him, a hand pressed over King’s heart. On my other side, Alex slides a hand up my torso, closing it over my left breast. He drops a kiss against the corner of my mouth. I’m surrounded by heat, love, and the scent of sex.
“That’s Gabe’s doing,” Alex says.
