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Ian stepped up, fisting his cock as he stood before me. “Are you ready, baby?” he asked.
Panting, wanting, needy, I shoved my chin up and stared him down. “Do your worst, Sir,” I said. “I’m not afraid of you.”
He grinned. “Oh, but you really should be, little girl. You should be terrified of what I will do to you.”
I smiled back. “Bring it on.”
Ian stepped forward, and I grinned when Archer and Jensen reappeared, having stepped away to clean themselves off—or so I assumed. A shiver of anticipation worked through me as they each reached for a leg, and my eyes widened as they slipped a leather strap around my back and reached up, attaching it to the hook in the ceiling. Ian infiltrated my vision, filling it up as if there was nothing else in the world but him and Jensen and Archer.
“Put your feet on my shoulders, Mare,” he commanded. “It’s time to play it my way.”
Confused, I did as he ordered. My feet went to Ian’s shoulders, pressing against them. Not that it gave me much of a balance. I laid back against the strap, my arms tied and pulled up toward the ceiling so I wasn’t quite lying back all the way flat, more leaned at an angle, but I was spread wide.
Ian’s hands came down on my thighs, splaying me even wider until I was sure he could see all the way through me. “Look at you,” he said, his eyes zeroed in on my pussy. “So pretty and pink.” He dipped a finger through my folds, drifting up until he circled my clit. I clenched when the warm blossom of my second orgasm—the one that’d been denied—came fluttering back to life. “Oh, what a beautiful pussy, baby. So wet and warm. Is this for me?”
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, it’s for you. Please, Sir. Please take me.”
“Is that what you want?” he asked, his other hand smoothing up and over one of my ankles. That, too, felt erotic.Who knew ankles could be erogenous zones?
“Yes!” I screamed.
“What do you want?” he asked. “Tell me. Be specific.”
“I want your cock,” I nearly sobbed, aching in the most delicious way. “I want you to fuck me with it. Please, can I have your cock, Sir?”
He leaned over me, his hair falling over his forehead as his eyes bore into my soul. “Yes, baby, you can have my cock,” he said just before he thrust all the way to the hilt.
I screamed, my back bowing as he fucked me. His hand fell away from my clit, choosing instead to grip my ankles as he fucked into me. My poor clit wasn’t left alone for long though. Another hand came forward, sliding around my thigh and rubbing against the sensitive needy bud. Archer’s fingers played in my folds, pressing down on that button, rotating and sending me further and further towards the edge of climax. I threw my head back, my mouth falling open in a silent scream.
Jensen was there, too. His fingers clasped my skull, and I found myself swallowing around a newly hardened dick. I didn’t even mind. I licked his shaft and sucked him down, wanting more. Every sensation was overwhelming and yet, at the same time, not enough. I had all of these feelings, both physically and emotionally—pushing me towards a precipice, but I wasn’t there yet.
I wanted to be. I wanted to fly over that edge, and the only way I could think of getting myself there was to take on more. I tongued Jensen’s shaft, swallowing against his length as he pushed into my mouth and dragged his cock along my tongue. All the while, Ian fucked my pussy, pushing all the way in until it hurt and then pulling back out to do it all over again. Archer’s fingers played at my clit, and another hand drifted up to grasp a hard nipple and tweak it.
Maybe it was that last combination of fingers on my nipples and clit, cock in my pussy and mouth, that sent me over the edge. I couldn’t be sure. All I knew was that in that moment I was blinded by an overwhelming sensation of pleasure. It slammed into me like a freight train, stealing my breath and my sanity.
By the time I slowly drifted back to reality, I found myself free from any bindings and lying in the middle of the master bed with three warm bodies pressed against me. I sighed and snuggled down, feeling Archer’s hand on my hip and Ian’s on my side. Jensen lay across the end of the bed, his fingers softly stroking my ankle as he yawned.
But there was something more that had yet to be said. I looked up, my lashes flickering as I met Ian’s gaze. “What was the question?” I asked.
He smiled, his eyes filled with a warmth I’d known he possessed but hadn’t seen in such an earnest form. He sat up and reached back for something that’d been placed on the nightstand. Archer’s arms curled around me from behind, and Jensen’s stroking stilled.
Ian set a small jewelry box in front of me on the bed, and with trembling fingers and wide-eyes, I reached for it, opening the lid to reveal a huge diamond. “Ian…” I stared at the thing.
“The question,” he started, “is will you marry us?”
I blinked at the ring again. “Who picked out the ring?” I asked first, looking back to Archer. He grinned.
“We all did,” he replied.
“Do you know how hard it is to get three guys to agree to anything?” Jensen asked dourly. “A long fucking time. Please put us out of our misery and say yes.”
I laughed. “Of course,” I said. “If you hadn’t asked me to marry you, I was planning on doing it later anyway.”
Ian laughed, a full-bellied, loud, deep laugh that shocked the entire room silent. When he was done, he looked down at me and shook his head. “You’re definitely the girl for us,” he said. “No doubt in my mind.”
“There better not be,” Archer replied from behind me. “That ring cost a fortune.”
I shook my head and reached for the box, plucking the hunk of rock out and sliding it onto the correct finger. “It’s heavy as hell,” I said, a mild half-complaint that held no true displeasure. Ian leaned forward and kissed me at the same time that I felt one set of lips against my calf and another against my nape.
But maybe it needs to be heavy,I conceded. After all, it carried the weight of three men’s hearts, not just one.
