After I open the door, I take her out of his arms and into mine, pulling her into the backseat.
"Finally," I whisper before I kiss her.
3
CHELSEA
To be honest, I'm not entirely sure how I got myself in this position, but it might be the smartest thing I've ever done.
And it happened with very little thought involved. Seriously, the only thing I told myself at that time was, 'Just go with it.' I only had half a clue what I was saying and doing, even as the dark-haired man came closer to me, asking me if I knew exactly what I was asking for.
I said yes, then proceeded to ask him to kiss me.
Boy, did he kiss me, and he scrambled my mind while he was at it.
I've never had a kiss do that to me, even though I've had some very nice kisses in my lifetime.
Mostly because he didn't just stick his tongue down my throat or suck at my lips and make them sore. Neither was the kiss sloppy or tepid.
It was somehow intense and slow at the same time, his lips touching mine, sampling it, before coaxing my mouth open sothat he could get a deeper taste. And he was moaning while he did it, too, telling me how good I taste.
Fuck.
I lost my mind over it, and even as we snuck out, I was replaying the kiss over and over in my head until my clit throbbed and all I could think of wasI want more.
It's on hold since the handsome dark-haired one is still driving, but the blonde Adonis' kiss more than makes up for it, too.
It shatters me in a different way than Adam's. Adam? Was that his name? It’s absolutely ridiculous that I made out with a man whose name I’m not sure of.
And I'm here kissing another man whose name I also don't know, while a third man, whom I haven't even spoken to, is behind me, caressing me.
And I'm about to do a lot more than make out with them. Even in my foggy mind, I know what's happening here. I figured it out upstairs when he invited his third friend up there, and he looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.
He's the tallest of them and built like a brick-house, but there was a tenderness oozing from his eyes, even behind the scorching desire.
It calmed me.
It also shows in the way his broad hand spreads over my abdomen, his thumb running circles that make my pores expand, and goosebumps break out.
He moves my cover-up to the side, so that he can touch skin, and his calluses trace over my skin, making me shiver in pleasure as his soft lips on my neck drive me wild with lust.
“Oh, you fuckers,” I can hear Adam's voice in the driver’s seat, but he doesn’t sound mad. If anything, he sounds turned on beyond belief, the same way I am.
In moments of awareness, I sense the car going faster than it should be, and this might be the point when I snap out of my lust-filled haze to tell him to slow down.
That's what boring Chelsea would do.
She would put a stop to this, too.
I should probably be putting a stop to this. It’s bizarre, almost like a joke gone too far. I’m not sure what I was thinking, letting it get this far. Oh, right, I wasn’t thinking. All I saw was three of the hottest men I’ve ever seen in my entire life, telling me, no, showing me that they wanted me. Drab, boring me.
All I recalled was that it had been weeks since I’d had sex, and even longer than that since I’d had satisfying sex. When Adam kissed me, it was the first time my body had awoken like that in...maybe ever.
And the patience, the gentleness of his touch nearly made me weep.
The guy behind me moves, his hand drifting up my side and gently cupping my breasts.
“Is that okay, baby?” he asks, and I moan into Adonis' mouth, as his taste spreads across my tongue, his unique flavor that I probably will always associate with heat and lust for the rest of my life.
