Their gazes burned over her skin, leaving prickly awareness in their wake. Her nipples hardened painfully. When they still didn’t move, a twinge of insecurity took hold, and she folded her arms over her chest protectively.
She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip and eyed them with growing nervousness.
Sawyer swore softly then shot to his feet. He closed the distance between them with two strides. His hands closed around her shoulders, and he pulled her against his chest.
His strength, the power resonating from within him enfolded her, surrounded her, captured her in its strong current. She wanted so much to be in his arms, for him to touch her, to unleash that carefully hidden power she felt surging just underneath the surface.
His mouth closed over hers, demanding and lush. The short hairs of his goatee scraped across her chin and at the corners of her lips, and she imagined what it would feel like on the rest of her body as he kissed and nibbled.
A long sigh escaped her as she met his tongue with hers. So much time wasted. But finally she was where she belonged.
Another warm body moved in behind her, and she found herself trapped between two hard chests. Cam. His hands glided down her sides, pausing at her hips then pulling her back until her ass nestled into his groin.
“Are you sure you want this, Reggie?” Cam whispered in her ear. He moved his hands back up, catching her hair and lifting it away from her neck so he could kiss her.
Shivers racked her spine when his teeth grazed the spot where her pulse hammered below her ear.
“I do,” she whispered. “So much. Love me. Please.”
Sawyer swung her into his arms and headed for the stairs. She looked behind him to see Cam and Hutch following close behind. Their gazes connected, locked together in a bond she hoped tonight strengthened.
Then she looked up at Sawyer, at the determination in his face. Her heart fluttered and did a quiet flip. Would she break down his barriers tonight? Or would he hold himself away from her as he’d done the last time?
He walked into the bedroom. The one at the end that none of the guys used. Cam or Hutch flipped on the light as Sawyer gently deposited her on the huge bed in the center of the room.
“Tell me, Reggie,” Sawyer said quietly. “Tell me you want this. That you’re sure this is what you want.”
Cam and Hutch stood at the end of the bed. They all looked at her, gauging her reaction.
Her mouth went dry. She swallowed and tried to get her tongue to cooperate.
“I want this. More than anything. Show me what to do. What you want me to do.”
“Just lay back and let us love you.”
Sawyer’s words sizzled over her skin, scorching her with a heat trail that felt as though the sun’s rays were beating down on her.
She watched as they began to undress. Shirts, jeans, underwear. It all came off, tossed aside with no care.
It was sensory overload. Try as she might, she could only recall bits and images from that night a year ago. It had happened so fast. She’d been in a daze. That wasn’t going to happen again.
She viewed the three gorgeous, naked men in front of her. Men that wanted her. Desired her. Thought she was beautiful. They cared for her. Loved her.
It was almost too much to process.
She shivered again when the bed dipped and Sawyer and Cam eased onto it beside her.
“Don’t be afraid, Reggie darling,” Cam murmured close to her ear. “We’d never do anything to hurt you.”
She turned to stare at him, into those warm brown eyes. “I know, Cam. I’m not afraid.”
The mattress moved underneath her again as Hutch crawled onto the bed at her feet. His hands slid up her legs, spreading them as he went.
Sawyer lowered his head to her breast, sucking the nipple gently into his mouth. She yanked her hand to his smooth head, holding him in place.
Her legs moved wider apart, and she saw Hutch’s head move between her thighs. Every muscle in her body tensed for what she knew was coming.
As his fingers delved into her wetness, Cam’s lips found her other breast.
Her vision blurred. It was too much, and they’d only begun. How would she ever hold out under their onslaught?
Hutch pushed her legs upward, and then Sawyer reached down to curl his hand around her knee. Cam reached for her other knee, and they spread her for Hutch, holding her in place. The sheer eroticism of such a pose had her gasping, already on the fringes of orgasm.
And then Hutch’s tongue swept through her folds, licking over her entrance and her quivering clitoris. She cried out. Sawyer’s mouth crashed over hers, swallowing the sound. Cam ran his tongue in a tight circle around her nipple, lapping as Hutch slowly worked his tongue deep into her wetness.
Hutch nibbled gently, with just enough pressure to drive her mindless.
“You taste so sweet, baby,” he murmured, the soft words vibrating over the taut bud.
“You’re my sweet tooth, Reggie,” Cam whispered. “Who needs sugar when I can taste you?”
Sawyer’s tongue delved deep, lapping over hers, exploring her mouth in a sensual pattern. His grip tightened on her knee when her legs began to shake. He pulled upward, bearing her further to Hutch’s attentions.
She moaned into Sawyer’s mouth.
“That’s it, honey,” he encouraged. “Take what we’re giving you.”
Hutch’s tongue scraped upward again, then slid downward, tunneling into her pussy, licking and tasting, thrusting inside as he fucked her in sweet strokes.
It was too much. Lightning seized her. Her entire body coiled and drew up in a tight knot. His mouth shot up, and he sucked her clitoris into his mouth.
Tension radiated in rapid streaks through her pussy, clenching every single muscle in a spasming mass. And then she splintered. Came apart in one tumultuous explosion.
She writhed and bucked. Cam nipped sharply at her nipple. Sawyer rained hot kisses on her neck, her shoulder, then down to her other breast. Hutch worked her down from her orgasm with light, long licks until she flinched with each touch.
Hutch pulled away, and Cam left her side. She reached blindly for Cam, but it was Hutch who caught her hand and tucked it gently into his.
Cam moved between her legs, and Hutch reached for her knee as Cam had done, pulling it slowly upward. Cam’s hands burrowed under her ass, lifting her slightly as he moved over her.
Her gaze flew to him as he nudged his cock against her still throbbing pussy.
An agonized groan started in her chest and pushed outward as he penetrated her. One long, even thrust and he was seated deep inside her body. She convulsed around him, her tissues still on fire from her release just moments ago.
He clenched his eyes shut and let out a deep breath.
“You feel so good, Reggie darling. So good.”
“Love me,” she said, her body aching for him.
Hutch bent to lazily work his tongue over her breast. His fingers gripped her leg as he held her for Cam. Then he relaxed his hold and moved his hand underneath her knee to grip the underside of her thigh. He pushed back even further, causing her to tighten more around Cam’s cock.
They both groaned.
Sawyer moved his hand as well, pushing her leg further toward her body. Both he and Hutch sucked at her nipples as Cam began to thrust. Slowly at first but then with more speed and power.
“Touch me,” she gasped. “Please.”
“Where, baby?” Hutch murmured. “Tell us how to please you.”
“My clit.”
Sawyer looked down hesitantly at where she and Cam were joined, his cock deep in her pussy. He glanced up at Cam and then back at Reggie. And then as if making a decision or coming to terms with the intimacy such an action suggested, he released her leg and slowly slid his hand down to the curls between her legs.
Cam eased back, giving Sawyer room. His finger delved into her soft flesh, finding the little bundle of nerves. He started to stroke just as Cam thrust forwar
d again.
Sawyer tensed but didn’t move his hand as Reggie’s moans filled the room. Cam put his hand to the leg Sawyer had released and held it in place as he began to move harder and faster.
Each motion rocked Sawyer’s hand against her clit. His mouth found hers, hot and breathless. Tongue flashed across tongue.
Cam tightened against her, settled deep and held there for a moment. Full. So full. Hutch’s mouth suckled gently at her breast, his tongue darting in and out to lave over the puckered tip. She gasped for breath against Sawyer’s mouth, wanting and needing more of him. Of them all.
Slowly, Cam pulled away from her, and she whimpered in protest. She was so close. And then she realized as Cam slipped free of her pussy that he’d already come.
She moved restlessly against Sawyer’s hand, wanting her own orgasm, but he too pulled away from her, sliding his hand over her belly, leaving a damp trail over her skin.
“On your knees, baby,” Hutch whispered as he moved away from her.
Sawyer helped her sit up and then rolled her until she dug her knees into the mattress. He moved in front of her, on his back and then shimmied underneath her so that her mouth was close to his straining cock. He threaded his hand through her hair, his fingers grasping at her scalp.
There was a shift and a slight jolt, and then Hutch’s palms glided over her buttocks and up her back. Then back down again, spreading her as he positioned himself behind her.
As she lowered her head to take Sawyer in her mouth, Hutch slid into her pussy. Gentle. Just one long thrust and he was inside her.
Sawyer groaned, and his hands tightened in her hair as she ran her tongue down the back of his penis. The crown bumped the back of her throat, and she swallowed reflexively.
Hutch stilled for a moment as though giving her time to adjust to Sawyer’s demands. She took Sawyer deep, then raised her mouth, allowing his cock to slide nearly free of her lips.
She absorbed his taste, letting it linger on her tongue before swallowing it away. His hips bucked upward, seeking more. And she gave it to him.
Sucking in a deep breath, she took all of him.
Hutch began pumping his hips forward and back, hard thrusts, then shallow ones. He withdrew until he was barely inside the rim of her pussy, paused and then lunged forward again, causing her to gasp around Sawyer’s cock.
Sawyer’s breath released in a long hiss. She glanced up to see his eyes tightly closed, his head thrown back. He was beautiful. Wild and utterly perfect.
The muscles in his chest and arms rippled as he strained against her, almost as though he were in agony, though his face was lined with the sweetest of pleasures.
She was doing that to him.
In that moment, she realized her power. Not to hurt, but to love. To give what they needed just as she needed what they offered.
She closed her eyes and lowered her mouth again, engulfing him, taking him unreservedly.
The smack of Hutch’s flesh against hers filled the room. Wet, sucking noises filled her ears as she took Sawyer with abandon.
Razor-sharp, her orgasm welled, building in her pussy, expanding into her belly, to her legs as they began to shake uncontrollably.
She braced her hands on either side of Sawyer’s hips, fighting for the strength to hold on.
She sucked and licked. Tightened her mouth around his thick cock. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as she felt. Was it even possible?
Rising. Higher and higher until she felt light-headed, and yet she still didn’t hurtle over the edge.
She couldn’t take it. God. It was too much.
Hutch drove deep, angling her hips higher as he rode. His hips ground against her ass. His fingers curled around her hips, holding her as he plunged.
“Reggie. Reggie!”
Sawyer’s urgent voice infiltrated the fog surrounding her.
“Honey, I’m going to come. Let go.”
She ignored him and sucked him deep, holding him there as she worked her mouth around him.
“Oh God, honey—”
His voice broke off in a strangled gasp.
She squeezed her eyes shut against the pain, the exquisite, unbearable pleasure. Something had to give. She couldn’t go any higher.
Faster, harder, Hutch plunged. Relentless. His hips pounded against her ass, the friction of his thrusts sending fire scorching through her pussy.
She screamed around Sawyer’s cock then broke off when the hot splash of his cum filled her mouth. She took him deeper, determined not to deny him anything.
She swallowed then sucked, running her tongue up the back of his cock.
Hutch thrust again, deeper this time, and she whimpered at the dual sensation of him locked in her pussy and Sawyer in her mouth.
She pulsed around Hutch’s cock, the sensations almost too raw, too pleasurable to bear.
For a long moment, he remained there while she continued to gently tongue Sawyer’s softening erection. And then Hutch eased from her body.
She flinched and moaned as his cock came free.
Finally, she raised her mouth, allowing Sawyer to slip from her lips, and she slumped onto his belly, his cock still pulsing, against the skin of her throat.
Her chest heaved against Sawyer as she tried to catch her breath. Hell, she just wanted to breathe. She was completely and utterly spent.
Sawyer tenderly stroked her hair, smoothing it away from her face.
“Just stay,” she whispered. “I can’t move. Don’t want to move.”
“Then stay with me,” Sawyer murmured. “As long as you want, honey.”
She closed her eyes, content for the moment to remain between Sawyer’s legs, her head pillowed on his belly. She felt a gentle kiss on her shoulder and honestly didn’t know if it was Cam or Hutch, and she was too tired, too utterly content and sated, to open her eyes and look.
Then a blanket drifted over her body. Sawyer reached down, hooked his hands underneath her arms and dragged her up his body until her head was nestled just under his chin. He tucked the blanket around them both and held her tight against him.
“I love you,” she mumbled drowsily.
There was a pause and then right above her ear: “I love you too, honey.”
CHAPTER 26
Sawyer woke with silky curls fluttering across his nose. When he tried to raise his arm to assuage the itch, he brushed across a warm, soft body. Reggie.
Still sprawled across him, limp, sound asleep, her head tucked firmly under his chin.
The sheets were tangled around his feet, and he could still smell the faint scent of sex. He breathed deep, and his dick stirred. Arousal hit him square in the groin. Tightened his balls.
He’d have loved nothing more than to roll her over and have her wake to him balls deep in her pussy. His muscles twitched, and light sweat beaded his forehead.
Instead he gently smoothed down her hair and pressed his lips to her head. He willed himself to calm down. Tried to slake the fierce urge to claim her, raw and urgent.
She was still here. She hadn’t run, and he wasn’t about to scare her to death and make her bolt again. If it meant he had to temper himself around her, then he could deal.
He looked up when he heard the door open. Hutch stuck his head in. “Good. You’re awake. Breakfast in fifteen.”
Sawyer grunted in return, and Hutch ducked out.