It’s exploratory at first, a kiss to test the waters. To make sure this is really happening and that I’m not just dreaming.
We’ve only kissed a few times, but Ryland’s lips are familiar already. They’re full and firm, and as the connection between us deepens, I feel the exact moment when he gives up control.
The strokes of his tongue become fierce and insistent as it probes into my mouth, and he wraps an arm around me, tugging me down onto his lap. My dress restricts the movement of my legs a little, so I end up half straddling him and half draped over him, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He arches his hips up to grind against me, his large hands skating over my bare back as if he’s been waiting to do this ever since the moment he first saw me in this dress.
Maybe he has.
Maybe Theo has too.
Holy fuck.
I’m not dreaming.
This is really happening.
The thought brings with it a tiny thrill of fear, but riding fast on the heels of that is… relief.
This is happening.
It’s strange and terrifying and exhilarating, but so was the way these men found their way into my life. Nothing about our relationship is normal, which means we get to define what “normal” is.
And right now, kissing Ryland like my life depends on it while Marcus and Theo make low, appreciative sounds as they watch us?
It feels like the most normal thing there is.
It feels like everything I’ll ever fucking need.
Ryland’s hands move to my hair, and he cradles my head between his large palms as he changes the angle of our kiss. I’m panting into his mouth, trying to crawl up his body to get closer to him, my clit throbbing as need builds deep inside me.
When he pulls away a moment later, I gasp for breath, trying to regain my equilibrium.
“Theo’s turn, sweetheart.” He grins at me, making his strong features look almost boyish, then drops a small kiss to the tip of my nose.
It’s a small, sweet gesture, nowhere near as heated as the way he was just devouring my mouth. But the meaning behind it—the tenderness behind it—makes my body ache for him anyway.
Fuck. How can I want all three of these men so much at the same damn time?
I never want to leave Ryland’s arms. But at the same time, I’m dying to kiss Theo, desperate to feel his hands and mouth on me, to feed the connection that sparks between us.
Crawling off Ryland’s lap is a little awkward, especially since I’ve only got one hand to use for balance, but he keeps a firm grip on me to steady me until I’m back on my feet.
My skirt settles back around my legs, and I flick a glance in Marcus’s direction to find him watching me with smoldering eyes.
His cock is hard, a straining bulge trapped by the confines of his clothes, and as he meets my gaze, he reaches down and palms his dick through the fabric of his pants, running his hand up and down his length.
His eyelids droop as his nostrils flare, and liquid heat gathers in my core.
Marcus destroyed my panties back at Luca’s party, so there’s nothing to catch the slick arousal that seeps from me as my pussy clenches. I can feel it sticking to my thighs as I turn to face Theo.
The man with laughing blue-green eyes and sandy blond hair is watching me just as closely as Marcus is. He’s hard too, and I remember the feel of his thick cock pressing against my clit, driving away the sadness and pain until there was nothing but pleasure. Nothing but him.
I wanted him so fucking badly that morning. Wanted to feel him inside me. Wanted to wrap myself in his warmth and strength and goodness until I could find those things in my own soul again.
But I was scared.
I was terrified of what it would mean to admit I was falling for all three of the men whose lives had collided violently with mine. I was certain it couldn’t possibly be real.
As I watch him, Theo reaches down and grips his cock too, quirking a lopsided smile as he jacks himself off through his pants. He bites his lower lip, his body shuddering slightly as his hips thrust up into his hand, and I stalk toward him quickly. Something almost like jealousy tears through me as I grab his hand, pulling it away from the thick bulge in his pants.
He chuckles as I release my grip on him to gather the fabric of my dress, keeping it from trapping my legs as I climb onto his lap. The skirt of my dress drapes around my upper thighs as I straddle Theo’s sculpted hips. The hardness he was stroking a second ago presses against my bare clit, and I let out a soft groan as I rub against him, kissing him hungrily.
I’m completely soaked by now. My body has been on edge ever since Marcus fucked me in the laundry room—sated but still hungry for more—and after the way he and Ryland kissed me, I feel like I’m channeling an electric current.
“Fuck, Rose,” Theo grunts into my mouth. “You’re getting me wet. I can fucking feel you soaking through my pants.”
It doesn’t sound like a complaint, and as if to prove that fact, he grips my hips and grinds me down even harder against his cock, smearing my cream all over himself. It’s filthy and possessive… and I fucking love it.
He breaks our kiss to trail his lips down over my chin and jaw, and I tilt my head back, letting him continue his path all the way down my throat as I lean backward slightly. He growls against my skin and delves one hand beneath the fabric of my dress, readjusting my position on his lap slightly as he slides a thick finger inside me.
“Oh, god…”
The words are a half-choked whisper as my pussy walls clamp around the
