Asch approaches me, offering a hand to help me to my feet. “Come and take it,girlfriend,” he replies, only to grimace. “Nope, not saying that. It sounds weird as fuck.”
River rolls his eyes.
I get close enough to Asch so I can see the small flecks of gold in his hazel eyes. His dark brown hair is too short for me to grab. I wonder if he keeps it like that on purpose.
He rests a hand at the small of my back, then leans in to kiss me—deep, hard, intense.
Like he means it.
“Is that what you wanted?” Asch asks me.
I smile against his lips. “I don’t know. I think Blaze might do itbetter.” I turn to Blaze, and he steps closer so he can demonstrate his own kissing abilities.
It’s not better, but it’s different. Blaze drags his teeth against my lips and gives me a hint of pain as he kisses me. He cups my breast and squeezes it. I’m sure if I wasn’t wearing a sports bra, he would have attempted to pinch my nipple too.
I moan and part my mouth for him. Blaze takes the invitation to plunge his tongue into my mouth and absolutely devour me.
River wraps his arms around me from behind, and as soon as Blaze breaks away from the kiss to catch his breath, River spins me around so he can claim my mouth in a kiss of his own.
It’s lazy, free of demand but intense anyway because it’s from River. I reach up so I can run my hands through the curls at the top of his head.
This is so different from how we kissed over a year ago now, when we hadn’t been sure of each other.
When we’d hurt each other.
River breaks the kiss and nips at my ear. “You saved the best for last.”
Blaze huffs loudly. “Or she was disappointed by your lackluster kiss after she had me.”
Asch snorts. “Maybe she’s like Goldilocks, trying to find the kiss that’s just right.” He smirks at me, taking my hand in his and lightly squeezing. “So tell me. Which one of us was it? We’re big boys. We can take it. Or try harder next time.”
I bite my lip, pretending to think about it. “You know… I think it was Samantha, actually.”
Asch tugs me close to him, pressing our chests together as he pulls me away from Blaze and River. “Somehow, I doubt she’s going to hook up with you. I think we’re safe,” he murmurs, claiming another kiss.
I hook my leg over his thigh. “You keep kissing me like that, and I’ll want to do more than spar in this room…”
“I don’t see the problem with…” Blaze starts, but he trails off and groans. “No, wait, we came to find you for a reason.”
“Unimportant,” River says promptly. He tries to tug me away from Asch, who keeps a firm grasp on me.
This is why having more than one man is important. I have to keep them on their toes and focused on pleasing me.
That, and if one of them is busy, I can always grab another one. There’s too much of me for any single person to handle.
My chest tightens, but I ignore that sensation.
“Actually, yeah, unimportant,” Blaze agrees. “But I don’t think the gym is the best place for us to fuck.” He hops on the mat briefly. “Even with the mats, your knees will get sore, River.”
“There are worse reasons to have sore knees,” River replies. “But that can only happen if Asch stops hogging her.”
“It’s not the best place to fuck, and we did have something to talk to you about, Pandora,” Asch says, though he kisses my neck in a way that’s not conducive to having any sort of productive conversation at all.
Besides, important conversations are boring.
“Right. My dad’s been quiet since… well, two weeks ago. I called my mom too, and she hasn’t said anything.” Blaze leans against one of the mirrored walls, probably smearing his entire body outline onto the glass.
“Asch and I drove out to the hotel last night,” River adds. “It’s all packed up now, not a single hint of what it used to be. It’s got leasing information on it, even.”
