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Gabriella
Oh God oh God oh God oh God. A shiver of pure anticipation runs through me as Carter nears me. Dominic stays by the window, giving me a lazy smile.
“I missed you, Gabby.” Carter runs a large, callused hand up my bare ankle, leaving heat in its wake. Every nerve ending in my body sparks to life. Then his words sink in, and the sweetness of the sentiment takes my breath away.
“I missed you too.” When I ran into Carter and Dominic last Tuesday, I was resolutely sure I didn’t want a relationship. I was convinced I had dreadful luck with men. I thought I only attracted guys like Stan, who ghosted me after sex, and George, who cheated on me. I thought I was cursed. I believed the only way to avoid pain was never to gamble with my heart.
Everything has changed in just seven days. It’s almost enough to make me believe in miracles.
Dominic moves at last. “Sit,” he invites, inching me back until the back of my knees hits the couch. I sink onto the cushions, and he tangles my fingers in his. “I’m really glad you’re here.” He sucks my forefinger into his mouth, his expression tinged with the same lust rampaging through my body.
Me too.
Carter settles on the other side of the couch, a solid, muscled presence, and leans closer to kiss my neck. His stubble rasps against my sensitive skin, a whisper that holds so much promise, and I shiver again, biting back my moan.
“You’re so responsive,” Carter breathes. “I love it.” He presses another kiss on my neck, right at that spot that seems to be a hot button to my pussy, and I squirm on the couch, restless and wanting more.
Dominic wraps his hand around my neck and turns me towards him, his mouth kissing a pathway toward my lips. Carter’s hand closes on my breast. I squirm on the couch, my need seesawing between anticipation and impatience. I wriggle and whimper and throw my head back on the couch, restless, needy. There’s an ache between my legs, a need that only these men can meet.
Carter squeezes my breasts again, his fingers grazing over my erect nipples. Dominic trails slow, deliberately teasing kisses over my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I tug them closer. “Don’t make me wait.”
Dominic chuckles darkly. “You’re always in such a hurry, baby. Where’s the fun in that?” He quirks an eyebrow and I can’t decide if I want to throw something at him, or if I want to smother him in kisses.
Lust has scrambled my mind.
Their lips tease and nibble. They stroke my skin, running their hands all over my body. They pause on my knees, and my legs fall open in invitation, an invitation they somehow manage to resist, damn them. They inch over bare thighs, whispering close to my heated pussy. I bite down on my lower lip, my nails digging into the seat of the couch. They cup my breasts, kneading and squeezing and bending their heads down to suck on my nipples. The sensations are keen and sharp, and pleasure shudders through me.
“Take off your clothes,” I demand. “This is ridiculous. I’m almost naked again, and you guys are fully clothed, and this is starting to be a pattern.”
Carter chuckles, low and soft. I glare at him. “One of these days, we’re going to make love. I’m going to stay fully clothed, and you’re both going to be naked for me.” I’ll stroke their cocks, slowly, steady, teasing them as badly as they’re teasing me. And they’ll tell me to take off my blouse, and I’ll laugh at them. Then I’ll slip off my panties from under my skirt. I’ll straddle one of them—
Dominic’s fingers squeeze my engorged nipple. “Is that so?” Heat flares in his eyes. “I think I like the sound of that.”
“Please,” I scoff, my voice breathless. I can’t think; I can’t form words. They’ve switched up. Carter’s lips roam over me while Dominic plays with my breasts. His fingers. Oh my God, his talented, talented fingers. “You’re too much of a control freak to let that happen.”
A smile ghosts over his lips. “I didn’t hear you complain,” he whispers, his voice a delicious mixture of sin and promised pleasure. “You liked it, if I remember correctly.” He plucks my aching nipple, and then sucks it between his teeth, and all thought flees my brain. I bury my fingers in his hair and let the sensation wash over me like a tidal wave.
Carter’s hand rests on my thigh, then his fingers glide upward. “Your skin feels like warm velvet, Gabby,” he rasps. He strokes me through my panties, and I whimper out loud, tightening my grip on Dominic’s hair. Shivers race down my spine. Goosebumps break out on my skin. Oh God. Their teasing. Their slow, deliberate teasing is going to be the death of me. If Carter touches me once again, if his fingers graze over my clit once more, I will die. I will shatter into a million pieces. Death by orgasm.
“You like that.” Carter’s voice is drenched in masculine satisfaction. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Gabriella. So fucking perfect.” His fingers ghost over my clit. They hover there, almost making contact but not quite. “I want to watch you fall apart. I want to see your face when you come.”
Fuck pride; I’m aching. So close. So very, very close. I’m ready to hump him. I wriggle my body forward, trying to get closer to his hand, and he pulls away, shooting me a teasing smile as he denies me.
Oh, that’s how we’re playing it?
I don’t think so.
Time to get even.
I close my fingers over their erections. My left hand strokes Dominic’s impressive bulge, my right hand rubs Carter’s rock-hard cock over his trousers. Two sets of deep groans reward my move. “Gabby,” Dominic breathes into my neck. “Oh fuck, yes.”
My grip on their cocks tighten. They react in unison. “Fuck,” Carter rasps. “You are going to be the death of me, sweetness.” He pushes my panties to one side, then his fingers are on my bare skin, on the soft folds of my pussy, on my swollen, sensitive clit.
And I am lost. I grip their cocks, throw my head back on the couch, my muscles tensing, tightening. My toes curl, my breathing quickens. Someone’s moaning, a high-pitched, keening sound. Wait, that’s me. Carter’s fingers circle my clit. Dominic rolls my nipples between his fingers. My thoughts dissolve into nothing. The only thing left are my senses. The warmth from their bodies. The cool air conditioning. My overheated nerve endings. My orgasm crashes into me with the force of a tornado.
It takes me a long time to come back to reality. When I do, I find I’m still gripping two very thick erections. Carter and Dominic are still clothed, which is a state of affairs that needs to be remedied, immediately. “Take off your clothes,” I murmur, and then, not waiting for them to listen, I do it myself, unzipping Carter’s fly, pushing his briefs out of the way so I can get my hands on his hard, velvet-steel shaft. “Both of you.”
Dominic quirks an eyebrow. “You’re bossy this evening, sweetheart,” he says silkily.
