Page 38 of Secret Dynasty

“That’s right,” Spencer coaxed, slamming harder into me and momentarily breaking the spell. “Tell us how much you love it.”

“I love it,” I moaned, my head lolling dreamily between them as they pistoned relentlessly inside me. “I love you.”

A palm slid under my head, and Holden lifted it. His mouth covered mine, and I wanted to weep. He knew that I meant what I said. I felt it in his kiss. But he also knew I’d stay like this forever, caught between the two of them. Another hand pressed to my cheek and drew me away from his lips. I didn’t have time to protest before Spencer turned my face enough that he could angle his own over mine. He crushed his lips to my mouth possessively as though to stake his claim. But instead of fighting him, Holden brought his mouth to my chin, kissing along my jaw until Spencer pulled away and allowed Holden to capture my lips again.

They kissed me and fucked me until I no longer knew which hands belonged to which man, which lips were on mine, which greedy fingers stole across my breasts. They were mine entirely, giving themselves completely.

“Fuck,” Spencer groaned, and heat spilled inside me.

I opened a bleary eye and looked at Holden, who wore an expression of grim determination, and he continued to pump. Spencer withdrew, and I whimpered, but before I could beg for him to fill me again, Holden flipped me onto my back and pinned me to the bed, rolling his hips slowly and languidly.

“Ask me,” he urged. “Tell me what you want.”

“Come,” I begged. “I want to be full of you.”

A groan roared from him, followed by long, hot lashes of climax.

He pulled out, and I couldn’t think of anything but them inside me. My hand moved down to touch their seed, and I closed my eyes as I felt the hot proof of their climax weeping from me. Without thought, I spread it with sticky fingers up to my engorged nub and began to circle furiously. I felt their eyes on me as I took control of my pleasure again. They’d given me everything they had, but I wanted more. My limbs shook as I worked myself into a frenzy and exploded one final time before going limp on the bed.

Silence followed, and then nothing.

Chapter Twenty-One

I’d never felt so sticky in my entire life. I opened one eye a crack, peeking blearily at the massive fortress surrounding me. Holden was turned to me, snoring softly, his face pressed to my rib cage. On the other side, Spencer was sound asleep, one calf thrown casually over mine like an anchor. It was like being surrounded by two furnaces. I wiggled carefully free of them, my sweaty skin slipping free easily. I tiptoed to the bathroom and dealt with the aftermath of a night spent with not one but two men.

Yeah, I was a train wreck.

Turning on the shower, I sought refuge under the hot water. But I couldn’t wash away the confusion I felt about the night before. I could still feel their hands on me, their skin on my skin, their lips worshipping me. It was the most erotic experience of my life. I didn’t want to erase it, but I wasn’t sure how to process it.

Because I’d given in to my most selfish desires. I wanted to go to bed with Holden and I was willing to pay the price. I hadn’t expected to want...more. But my body ached with an emptiness I didn’t understand. I knew why I went to bed with Holden, but if I’d hope it would satiate my desire for him, I’d been wrong. But Spencer had done nothing but show the darkness he’d hidden since we met. Looking back, I saw all the clues. I’d been blinded by his charm and promises. I should hate him. I certainly didn’t like him much anymore.

But I had no doubt that if he walked in here and carried me back to that bed, I would give myself to them in every possible way.

That’s why I could never let it happen again. One taste would haunt me. Another might destroy me. I could become addicted to the way they made me feel.

I had to go cold turkey.

The door to the loo slid open, and I wiped away fog on the shower door, trying to determine who had joined me. Between the steam and the water running into my eyes from my wet hair, I couldn’t tell.

“You can stay in there forever, but you’ll never be clean, dirty girl.”

Holden. My core clenched. I closed my eyes and tried to get my body under control. I had to marry Spencer. I knew that now. I also knew I couldn’t go to bed with both of them again. But that was the only way I could have the man I wanted.

“Holden,” I called his name. “I’m almost finished, and—”

Before I completed the thought, the door slid open and he stepped inside.

Oh holy fuck.

My resolve vanished like the steam rising from the hot water. It just sort of fizzled and faded. I drank him in, my eyes skimming down his godlike form. He moved closer and I caught my breath.

“May I?” he asked, tilting his head to the water.

The shower was just big enough for both of us, but I pressed closer to the wall. He stepped under the water and let it cascade over him. Droplets snaked along his skin, running in the dips and ridges of his sinewy body. I watched as he lifted his powerful arms and began to shampoo his hair. He was a work of art, and I couldn’t stop staring. If he’d woken with an erection there was no proof of it now, but that didn’t make his cock any less impressive. Without thinking, I reached and took it in my hand, spurring it awake.

“Kerrigan,” he said in a strained voice, his hands stilling on his soapy hair.

“Shhh,” I coaxed him. “Don’t say anything.”