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Rowan fisted a hand in my hair and made me look at him.
“Quiet,” he growled. “You’ll come when we want you to, as many times as we want you to. Understood?” I groaned as Jamie’s tongue found my clit again, closing over it like a suction cup. “That’s right, princess. Shut your beautiful mouth and take it.”
Between the two of them, I was flooded. I was sinking, drowning…
I was coming.
“Jamie,” I gasped. “I’m—”
But of course, he already knew. He brought me to the peak at the exact moment he wanted me there, sinking his fingers into me and curling them against my G-spot while his tongue kept up its relentless beat against my clit.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Rowan encouraged me. He was nibbling and kissing my lips, mumbling against them. Working together, they’d turned me into an animal. I was spiraling into a delicious abyss, feeling the slightest movement of Jamie’s tongue to the end of every nerve in my body. The orgasm went on and on, building slowly and then spiking in intensity before I coasted to a dreamy landing. My head was lolling on my neck by the time Jamie straightened and gathered me up in his arms.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered into my hair. He covered my face in kisses, drying my tears with his lips. When they met mine, they were salty and sweet. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding on tight. He was my island, my rock in all of this. He gave me the courage to explore the true depths of my depravity.
I hadn’t found the bottom yet.
“Do you want more?” he asked softly. There was no such thing as privacy at that moment, but the two of us still shared a unique connection. My heart to his. I stared into his sky-blue eyes, bit my lip, and nodded. Jamie smiled a small smile, and then he held me against his chest until my breathing evened out.
Finally, when he was sure that I was ready, he tenderly untangled himself from my embrace, and then he and Rowan turned in unison to face Thacker like a pair of overprotective bodyguards. The air in the room shifted, and I squirmed on the counter.
Thacker pushed between my boyfriends and picked me up like a bride, one arm under my shoulders and one under my knees. Then, without so much as a glance at the other two, he carried me down the hall to the bedroom.
81.
Thacker
I let my intuition guide me to the master bedroom, and even from the hall, I could feel Hope’s energy in the room. Everything was in shades of gray, blue, and a soft sea-foam green. The smell of apples was intoxicating. Did she eat them by the bushel or something?
I laid her on her back on the bed and then, for a long beat, I just let myself look at her. Her red lipstick was smeared and faded. Her mascara was running in faint trails around her stormy eyes. Her ash blonde hair was mussed, blooming out around her head like a mushroom cloud.
She was fucking stunning. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. No one else could hold a candle to her. And her outward appearance had little to do with that. But it certainly didn’t hurt, either. She was a knockout by any standard, with a runner’s body softened by time away from the track, time she’d spent maturing and developing womanly curves. The ones that drove me crazy all day every day at work.
This was the moment I’d been dreaming about, the one that starred in all of my fantasies now. I knelt at the foot of the bed, grabbing her waist and dragging her toward me. The pace of her breathing quickened as my lips hovered above the milky skin of her thighs. Her hands fisted in my hair but for once, I was in control. And there was no way in hell I was going to rush this. I’d been waiting too long, and this could be my only chance. There was no telling what might happen after tonight, how our relationship might unfold. Or not.
I pushed the dark thoughts away. The future didn’t matter. All that mattered was right here, right now, me with her.
Heavy footsteps in the hall reminded me it would never be just me with just her. But for the first time, that thought wasn’t like a knife twisting in my gut. It was almost, dare I say, comforting.
“Go on, princess,” Rowan said, bracing his arm on the doorjamb as he peered in at us. “Spread those gorgeous legs of yours for him.”
Hope’s legs fell apart and I closed my eyes, trying to gather my wits. Nearly impossible when I was standing this close to perfection. My head swam as I bent over her, sliding my hands from her knees up to her inner thighs, shoving them apart, no longer able to apply the brake to this runaway train.
Hope curled her fingers in my hair and pulled me down, arching her back and offering herself to me in the purest, truest way.
At last, I got my first taste of ambrosia.
I dipped my tongue into her dripping pussy and had to stop and close my eyes again to get ahold of myself. I exhaled, long and slow, against her clit, and I didn’t flick my tongue out again until she was squirming and whining. I’d been so patient for so long, I could wait a little bit longer. I wanted her to beg. And I got my wish.
“Please, Thacker,” she moaned. Goosebumps erupted down my arms and legs, and with that, I dove in, burying my face between her thighs, forcing my tongue as deep as I could inside her, and then drawing back a bit to suck on her her swollen, sensitive clit. She cried and cussed but she kept a firm grip on my hair, kept me right there.
Not like I was going anywhere.
They’d have to run me out of here with pitchforks and torches if they wanted me gone.
I undulated my tongue against her clit as her grip on my hair tightened. They’d wanted to know if I could make her come on the first try. Well, challenge accepted. These boys were going to learn something today.
I curled my fingers into her, feeling her tight channel clench around me, soaking my hand to the wrist as I kept my lips locked around her clit, no matter how she bucked and moaned.
