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That’s whatI’mtalking about.
Wyatt shrugs and pulls out his phone. “Say the word. I’ll just text to extend our time. Your wish is my command, as they say.” He sends a text message, I don’t know to whom, or what it says,but I have a feeling our time in this little bubble on wheels is going to last for as long as we want.
“Amalia, what’s your wish, darlin’?” Wyatt’s eyes narrow and I melt a little, right there in my seat.
The effect this man has on me. Actually, all of them.
“Mywish?” I say slowly, crossing my arms. “My wish is that one of you gets off your damn ass, gets over here, and ravishes me.” With a pout, I point to the empty spot next to me, pretending to be all put out and insulted.
I get my desired result, faced with three huge grins, all so beautiful my heart thumps in my throat and the naked flesh between my legs throbs. I part my knees to remind the boys of what I have in store, and the cool night air whispers over my already-soaked pussy.
“Well, will you look at that,” Wyatt exclaims, bounding across the seat so fast he gives the other guys whiplash.
I drop my head back and laugh, and while I do, Wyatt’s lips land on my neck while he reaches under my skirt.
Thank fucking God. What I’ve been waiting for all night.
“Fuck all, Amalia. You know how hard I was all night, thinking of you? I almost had to go to the men’s room to rub one out. But then I heard Levi read from his book and lost my boner so goddamn fast it hurt.” He looks over at Levi, who flips him the bird.
“Fuck you too, brother,” Levi says with a smile.
The thick evening scruff on Wyatt’s face scratches me in the best sort of way while he trails kisses from my ear, down my neck, across the low-cut front of my dress, and up the other side. While he does, his fingers cup my mound, teasing my juicy opening, and sending a chill over my flesh. I explode in goosebumps and without even thinking about it, part my legs until they’re wide open.
I’ve never been touched like this, not by any man. I want to melt into the sensation so it’s the only thing I feel, blocking the outside world and all its pain-in-the-ass ups and downs. For a moment I think this is all so real, and the next I wonder how it could possibly be, these three men liking me, a hot mess who’s clamoring to save her crappy job.
But I won’t let myself go there, not right now anyway. Moments like this don’t happen all the time, at least not for me, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it tonight.
And while I puzzle over what’s developed between the guys and me and how the hell all this fell into my lap, I cautiously want more, though I don’t dare risk asking for it.
What would it be like to walk into a publishing event like tonight’s holding the hand of one of these guys? Or lean over to kiss one when we’re walking down the street just because I feel like it?
CanI ask for more?
Wyatt pulls back from kissing my neck and for a moment, looks at me, really looks at me. His forehead is pressed to mine in what might be one of the most intimate moments I’ve ever experienced. He’s so present, not just lost in our rutting like other guys I’ve been with before, but really withmeat this moment. And I feel lucky.
He better fucking feel lucky too, because I don’t do this with just anyone.
Ever since I found the Ryder Night manuscript, and especially when I realized Levi’s the author, I’ve been on edge, the edge of some sort of sexual explosion, crawling with need and wanting to use every bit of my body to both receive and please these guys.
“You’re soaking, baby,” Wyatt says, and my attention is back in the limo.
“Fuck me, Wyatt, fuck me with your fingers,” I rasp, looking over his shoulder at Levi and Henry watching.
I’ve never been much of an exhibitionist, at least not that I know of, but something about getting worked over by one of the guys and having the others watch is intoxicating. I lie back on the limo’s long seat and reach for one of the other guys, I don’t care which, while Wyatt slides one and then a second finger inside me.
“Looks like baby wants some dick,” he laughs just before he presses his lips to my swollen clit.
“You are so right,” I breathe, twisting to the side to reach Levi’s belt buckle.
I have his jeans and boxers pulled just below his cock in no time and crane my neck until he fills my mouth. Wyatt is going to town between my legs, and I buck into his face while I hold Levi at his base and suck him with everything I have.
A glimpse in Henry’s direction lets me see he’s actually pulled himself out of his pants. With a small smile, he strokes himself, watching the scene play out before him.
The rocking of the limo as it bumps over the city streets and around corners, coupled with streetlights flashing by, makes me feel like I’m flying. My orgasm is building, and in my excitement, I get Levi off fast, swallowing his cum as best I can and wiping the rest off my chin with the back of my hand.
He falls back onto the floor of the limo, catching his breath, and I push myself up on my elbows.
Wyatt stops to see what’s up and I extend my hand. “Help me up, Wy,” I say.
