As he speaks, I feel the warmth of Theo at my back, his fingers trailing down my spine and over the curve of my ass. I clamp down hard around Ryland, making him grunt, and Theo chuckles as he dips his hand a little lower, slides a finger through the slick arousal that coats my inner thighs before pressing it into my ass.
“You want this?”
“Yes.”
“You want more than this?”
The teasing note in his voice lets me know he’s already sure of the answer he’s going to get. I nod, too lost in sensation to even give him a snarky reply. “Yes. Fuck me. Please.”
He kisses my shoulder, pumping one finger in my ass before adding a second. Ryland and I move together in a steady rhythm, and Marcus does exactly what he promised he would, building me slowly back up with slow strokes around my clit.
Only when I start moving my hips faster and fucking Ryland harder does Marcus increase the pressure of his fingertips. My body has been through so much that the build toward release is slower this time, and I’m glad about that.
Because I don’t want to stop doing this. I want to keep moving with the rhythm of my men, feeding pleasure into them and drawing it from them in a perfect loop. I never want to let go of this connection between us, so deep and palpable it might as well be a physical bond that links us.
“Are you ready for me, Rose?” Theo murmurs. He’s always so careful with me, so gentle, but I can hear the rasp in his voice that lets me know how badly he needs this.
I nod again, bracing my hand on Ryland’s chest as I slow my movements a little.
Theo’s fingers slide out of me. Then the head of his cock nudges my tight back hole, and I press back against him, inviting him deeper. Welcoming it. Demanding it.
“Jesus fuck.”
The curse doesn’t fall from Theo’s lips. It’s Marcus who speaks. When I look over, I see that he’s got his free hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as he continues teasing my clit.
His gaze rakes over me, hot as fire, and a fresh jolt of arousal slams through me.
I remember the way he looked the night he came back into our lives like a ghost rising from the grave. When we all came back from Luca’s house and he watched me fuck Theo on the couch. He’s got the same expression on his face now—one of almost tortured desire, as if seeing what his friends are doing to me is almost too much for him to take.
Leaning over, I crane my neck and find his lips with mine, kissing him hard as Theo slides deeper into my ass.
Our tongues and lips and teeth collide, and there’s nothing gentle about it. It’s feverish and hungry. Theo is all the way inside me now, and the feeling of being completely full of both him and Ryland is almost enough to make me come again already.
Theo’s lips find my shoulder, biting and scraping over the skin, and he withdraws in a slow, smooth motion before sliding back in. The friction lights my nerves on fire, and I grunt into Marcus’s mouth as Ryland grips my hips and thrusts into me too. He and Theo alternate movements, and I give myself over to it completely, letting them move my body any way they like.
I’m relaxed and trusting in their embrace, knowing that these men would never hurt me—they’ll only worship me, only bring me pleasure.
This is so much different than the day Marcus fucked my ass in the shower. It’s as close as I’ll ever get to the thing I constantly crave, which is to be as deeply connected to my men as possible.
I’m lost in a sea of movement and hot breath, of groans and sighs and muttered curses. Of pleasure that spirals through my body from my fingertips to my toes and back, building and building until white spots dance in front of my eyes.
My fingernails are digging into Ryland’s chest, but he doesn’t seem to care. Marcus devours me with his kiss as he strokes his cock and toys with my clit, and I wish like hell that I could reach down and stroke him too. I want to feel the way he thickens right before he comes, feel his shaft pulse in my grip as he spills his release over my fingers.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my forehead resting against Marcus’s as my body writhes rhythmically between the two other men. “I’m close. So close. I’m—ah!”
Ryland brings me down hard on his cock, arching his hips up into mine, and at the same moment, Marcus pinches my clit between his fingers. He’s been working me up slowly after my two previous orgasms, and the sharp pinch of pain and pleasure throws me over the edge again.
As Ryland comes inside me, my inner walls ripple around him, my whole body shuddering.
Theo gives several deep thrusts, and I can feel him building toward his own climax as he drives into me. Then he grinds against my ass, pressing as deep as possible as his cock pulses over and over.
Marcus finally pulls his fingers away from my aching clit, his fist moving furiously over his thick length as he rises up to his knees.
He fists my hair, drawing my head back and making my spine arch. He comes on my chest, ropes of cum spurting over my breasts as a low growl erupts from his throat. His stomach muscles clench, and he keeps stroking until the last few drops spill over his hand.
Still gripping my hair, he brings his fingers to my mouth.
I grin, holding his gaze as I wrap my lips around them, licking them clean. Ryland and Theo are both still inside me, and I can feel their cocks twitch as they watch.
Marcus draws his fingers slowly from my mouth before leaning forward to kiss me. I’m sure he can taste the lingering tang of his own cum on my tongue, and it makes heat curl in my stomach.
He pulls back as Theo slowly slides out of me. Ryland lifts me gently off his cock, and I collapse onto the bed between them all, my body going limp. I worked up a sweat, and they did too. I can feel our skin sliding together as they curl closer to me. Their cum still marks me, both inside and out, and I know I’m a sticky mess. But I’m in no hurry to clean up.
“I love you, Rose,” Theo murmurs against my ear, and the other two men whisper the same.
“Love the fuck out of you.”
“Love you, angel.”
A smile stretches my lips. It’s like listening to an echo, a reverberation that amplifies the emotion with every added voice.
I’m not just loved.
I’m loved three times over, and I love each man back with my whole heart.
Chapter 25
Four days later, we arrange a meeting with Caleb and Victoria.
Things have been moving fast in the wake of Luca’s death. For one thing, the story of how he died and the events that led up to the fight at the cemetery have become something of a legend already. Rumors about Luca and his double-dealings started flying almost immediately, fueled by a slow and controlled leak of information by me and the guys.
We’ve been careful about what we reveal, using those revelations to our advantage as we begin to fill the power vacuum left by Luca’s sudden death.
That’s what we need to talk to Caleb and Victoria about, actually.
“Nice spot,” I comment, glancing around at the large park that surrounds us.
The men and I are sitting on a bench set along an out-of-the-way path while kids play in a field nearby. I can hear happy shouts and screams from the small playground in the distance. The afternoon is bright and cloudless, and even though there’s a little chill in the air, the sun heats my face.