“Want me to warm them up, baby?” I purr, grinding my body up against his.
I shriek when he scoops me up into his arms, running toward the car. “Now you’re talking.”
The driver opens the door, and Caz slides me inside, slapping my ass as I scoot over in the seat. He clambers in behind me, and my fingers pop the buttons on his jeans, as I lick my lips in anticipation.
The guys have given me a truly memorable day. After the commitment celebration, we moved to a steak restaurant, where Theo had reserved a table in a quiet private nook. We dined on mouthwatering steaks and drank the finest champagne—courtesy of our new fake passports—and conversation was lively, as we took some time out to just enjoy ourselves. All the shit waiting in the wings will still be there when we return to Lowell tomorrow, and we made a deal not to talk about anything Sainthood related today. So, we laughed and kissed and touched, and I never want this day to end.
Caz groans as my fingers wrap around his hard length. Thank fuck, we have the privacy screen up.
Saint pops an eyebrow when he crawls into the limo, plonking his sexy ass in the seat across from us. “Starting the party without us, my queen?” he asks, tsking while his eyes drop to where I’m stroking Caz.
“What happened to princess?” I inquire, pumping Caz faster as he nips and sucks at my neck.
Galen and Theo get in the car, shutting the door behind them, and the limo pulls away from the curb.
“Our wife has never been a princess,” Saint says, and my heart blossoms in my chest. I will never tire of hearing that word leave their mouths. “She’s always been a queen.”
“Damn fucking straight.” I know Saint only coined the princess nickname to piss me off, and somehow, it stuck. It had grown on me, but queen has a much nicer ring to it.
I tug at Caz’s jeans, and he lifts his hips, letting me pull the jeans down so I have greater access. His cock stands proudly between his spread thighs, and I notice the way Theo’s eye’s latch onto Caz’s dick like heat-seeking missiles. I really hope Theo can find a way to come to terms with his feelings and act on his attraction to Caz, because the sexual chemistry is building by the day.
Saint glances at Theo before his eyes land on mine. He knows. He’s got to. There’s no way he and Galen don’t feel the additional sexual charge in the air.
Galen’s groans draw my attention away from Saint, and I squirm in my seat as I watch him pull his monster cock from his pants, stroking himself in measured strokes. I reposition myself so I’m kneeling between both of them. Lowering my lips over Galen’s shaft, I continue pumping Caz. They throw their heads back, and widen their thighs, grinning conspiratorially as I work them over at the same time. I glance over my shoulder at Saint and Theo. Both are watching with matching bulges in the crotches of their pants and dark, dilated pupils.
I alternate between Galen and Caz, switching between my hand and my mouth, focusing on Caz when he thrusts his hips forward and shoots down my throat with a loud “fuck.” Then I give my sole attention to Galen, swallowing his big cock until it hits the back of my mouth, sliding up and down his length while my fingers circle his base, pumping him fast. He explodes in my mouth just as we reach the hotel in a master feat of perfect timing.
The guys zip themselves up, winking at me as the driver opens the door.
We rush into the hotel, eager to get to the penthouse and properly celebrate our marriage. When the elevator arrives, Galen ushers me inside while Saint places his arm across the door, stopping anyone else from entering. The older couple, who were waiting for an elevator alongside us, stare down their noses at Saint as he blocks them from joining us.
“That was rude,” I say the instant the doors slide shut.
“Do I look like I give a fuck?” Saint says, dropping to his knees in front of me.
“What are—” I shriek, cutting myself off, when he lifts the copious tulle layers and shoves his head up my skirt.
Saint’s hands part my thighs, nudging them aside, as Theo slides behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Relax and enjoy it, our queen.” His fingers move up over my exposed midriff, pushing under the hem of my crop top and up over my lacy bra. He tweaks my nipple between his fingers as Saint moves my matching lace panties aside, plunging two fingers inside me. I shriek again, and my head drops back on Theo’s shoulder. He continues toying with my breast as Saint pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy.
“Our wife is dripping,” Saint exclaims, removing his hand from under my skirt and shoving his fingers in his mouth. “Mmm.” He glances at the digital floor counter, smirking as he licks his fingers clean.
“That is so fucking hot,” I rasp.
Saint stands. “You taste like a sin I want to indulge in over and over and over again.” He roughly grabs my other breast, kneading it through my top.
The elevator pings, and Galen and Caz step out into our penthouse, already pulling their shirts up and over their heads. Theo sweeps me up into his arms, carrying me into the master bedroom while Saint trails us.
Theo places me on my feet by the bed, kissing me softly. Caz kicks off his jeans and boxers, standing buck-ass naked. His cock is already hard again, and I smile. My guys are like Energizer bunnies, with incredible stamina, and they are always ready to go.
The guys dispose of their clothing in record time, and then they descend on me like vultures, stripping me out of my wedding outfit as if it’s a team exercise.
I lean back against Galen as Theo slides my panties down my legs, leaving me standing there in just my stilettos.
“Heels on or off?” Saint asks his best friends.
“On” is the unanimous verdict, and I don’t protest as Saint throws me down on the bed. He climbs up one side while Theo climbs up the other.
“Ready to be fucked, my queen?” Saint asks, crawling between my thighs.
“Hell yeah.”
Saint dips his head to the apex of my thighs and feasts on me, using his fingers and his tongue to work me into a sweat while Theo aligns my mouth to his for a sensual kiss that sends shivers coursing through me. Galen and Caz sit on my vacant side, and their hands freely roam my body, fondling my breasts and running over my flat stomach and the raised scars on my arms and upper torso.
“Time to come for us, Lo.” Saint pinches my clit, and I damn near come out of my skin. I scream, bucking and writhing as his tongue laps at my essence. Saint is so good at that, and I could happily spend every waking minute letting him eat me out. My body spasms and jerks as my climax whips through me, rendering my limbs to Jell-O.
I don’t have time to recover before Saint penetrates me, slamming into me forcefully, gripping my hips as he fucks me hard and fast. The others continue kissing and touching me while Saint lays siege to my body. Then he flips me around, until I’m riding him, and Theo moves up behind me. Caz tosses him some lube, and I watch as their eyes connect, and something passes between them. Electricity crackles in the air, and I want to yell at them to just screw already, but it can’t be rushed, and they need to go at their own pace.
Theo peppers kisses along my neck and down my spine while he applies lube to his fingers before pushing them in my ass. I moan, pressing down hard on Saint’s cock as the feeling of fullness consumes me. Caz slowly strokes his dick as he watches Theo coat his cock with lube while he continues to finger fuck my ass with his free hand. Caz licks his lips, his gaze moving between me and Theo, and without looking behind, I know Theo is watching him too, well aware he’s turning one of his best friends on.