Behind me, there are matching moans. I will never get the image of Alex pressing Gabe up against the front door out of my mind. Gabe’s hands splayed across Alex’s broad back like they belonged there. Because they do.
“Love you, Wildfire. So much it hurts. Like after a really good workout when you’re all pumped up on endorphins and then you find your favorite electrolyte drink in an empty fridge.”
When King finds the words, he really finds them.
He’s lived his whole life chasing adrenaline and thrills while avoiding entanglements and pain. “I don’t want it to hurt you,” I say.
“I do. I want to feel everything with you.” Hisgaze lifts to the men behind me. “With all three of you.”
My knees sigh with relief when he shoves to his feet, juggling me easily. A quick pivot to the right and my back meets icy tile. He captures my gasp, wrapping my legs around his back. I lock my ankles, trying desperately to find some leverage.
“Same, King. Same. Everything.” I cling to his shoulders.
“You’re mine, Wildfire. Always knew you were meant to be.”
His hips pull back, a model of flexibility combined with strength, and then he shoves deep, lighting up my nerves along the way. I roll my hips, grinding myself against him, trying to find some friction for my clit.
“Stop trying to steal it,” he says against my lips. His tone is dark, hard.
I almost come.
“Fuck.” The word bursts from his lips.
“What?” Gabe asks.
“She likes that.”
“When you use the voice?”
King smirks down at me, and it’s like I’m staring up at a stranger. A wicked, sinfully handsome Greek god who was sent to drive me out of my mind. Bring me to my knees. Make me rethink everything.
Who cares about time, money, duty? None of it matters when his hands are branding my thighs. When that voice sends tendrils of desire straight into my brain.
“Mhmm.”
Gone is the soft, playful lover from a moment ago. He stares down at my lips like he’s thinking of all the ways he could use them to bring him pleasure.
Holy hell.
My insides coil tight. Kink unlocked.
The corner of his mouth kicks up a notch, and I swallow at the disarming sight. Wherehashe been hiding this side of himself? I swear, a few more words from him, along with a smirk, and I’ll shatter.
“Hold on, babe. This is going to be fast and hard.”
He doesn’t lie.
Those talented hips pull back again, withdrawing his cock almost completely. I hate the emptiness almost as much as I dislike hanging on the precipice of pleasure. True to his word, he fixes it quickly. Slamming home inside me with such force, I slide up the tile.
His thrusts are bruising. His muscles bulge, tendons strain as he fucks me for all he’s worth. Over his shoulder, I have a vague impression of Gabe and Alex making out, hands all over, hips grinding.
I want that. This. Everything.
And I let them know with every thrust.
Hands cupping Kingston’s handsome face, I pull him in for a fierce kiss. Tongues tangling, he doesn’t even pause. Doesn’t lose his rhythm. Grinning, I nip his lower lip.
“How did I never know?” I whisper between tongue-lashings.
