32. Audrey
AUDREY
Ridge crossed the distance between us and took my hand.
I let him lead me to the living room.
Holden followed, shutting off the table lamps along the way until the room was dark except for the flames crackling in the fireplace.
Ridge stopped in front of it and turned to face me. He pulled the elastic from my messy bun and my hair spilled over my shoulders.
He stared into my eyes. “We’re going to make you forget, wildcat.”
I knew what he meant: they were going to make me forget Dean, the constant worry and fear, the burden of being the one who had to hold it all together.
I hadn’t known it was what I needed until he said it.
He stroked my cheek with his thumb, and my nipples were hard even before he bent his head to capture my lips with his.
I closed my eyes and sank into it, opening for his probing tongue, meeting it with my own in a tangled dance of heat and desire.
Someone moved in behind me and I heard Holden’s voice against my neck.
“I’ve been wanting to feel you against me for months, doc.”
His dick was hard against my ass, and my pussy was already slick with need when his hands closed around my tits, bare under my tank top.
I was the filling in a Ridge and Holden sandwich, the heat of their bodies seeping into mine as Ridge swept my mouth with his tongue, his cock rigid against my stomach.
Holden pinched my nipples and pressed a trail of hot kisses along my shoulder, and Ridge’s hands dropped to my throat to caress the still tender marks from Dean’s hands.
He broke our kiss to look into my eyes. “I’ll kill any man who hurts you again.”
There was a promise in his voice that sent a shiver up my spine, and a hundred protestations came to mind.
Don’t ask for trouble with Dean.
Leave it alone.
Let me handle it.
But I knew instinctively that these weren’t men who let other people handle business that was theirs.
And for some unknown reason they’d made me their business.
He lowered his mouth to my neck and pressed kisses on the marks left by Dean’s fingers while Holden’s hands slipped into my shorts, over the mound of my pussy.
I moaned when he stroked his fingers through my slit, and when I opened my eyes I saw that Graham was sitting on the sofa, his jeans unzipped, his big dick in his hand.
His turbulent gaze was searing as he stroked his thick shaft, and a fresh surge of wet heat traveled to my cunt as I imagined him pushing inside me.
My knees were weak as Holden stroked through my folds, a situation that didn’t improve when Ridge pulled down my tank top to expose my tits.
He closed his mouth around one of my nipples, and I slid my hands into his hair with a gasp, the heat in my body a match for the flames licking in the fireplace.
“I think it’s about time for our wildcat’s clothes to come off.” Graham’s voice was almost guttural from the sofa.
“I think you’re right,” Holden said, withdrawing his fingers from my pussy. “What do you say, doc? Okay if we get you naked?”
“Yes.” There was literally nothing I wanted more in the world than to be naked with the two men currently taking possession of my body, except maybe for the third man on the sofa to join us.
“Music to my ears,” Holden said.
He kneeled behind me and tugged at my shorts and underwear while Ridge lifted my tank top over my head.
I stepped out of the shorts, and Holden tossed them aside while Ridge did the same with my tank top.
“Jesus fuck.” Holden’s hands traveled up my calves and thighs, over my ass. I moaned when he spread my cheeks, his breath hot against my skin. “Look at this ass. You’re fucking perfect, doc.”
Ridge pulled me closer, molding his body to mine. He looked down at me and something more complicated than it should have been moved between us.
“We need to lay you out,” he said. “Get a good look at you.”
“Fuck yes, we do,” Holden said behind me.
I jumped when a clatter sounded behind me, then realized Holden had cleared the coffee table with a sweep of his arm.
I let out a little squeak when Ridge lifted me in his arms and laid me down on the coffee table like an offering.
“That’s better,” Graham said. “Now I can really watch them make you come.”
I wondered why he wasn’t joining in, wanted to invite him to join in.
But this was their show. They’d paid for it by capturing me in the Hunt, and while I wasn’t complaining, I was just along for the ride.
No pun intended.
I felt exposed on the coffee table, laid out for the Bulls to see. Their gazes roamed my body hungrily while Graham continued stroking his dick, his gaze roaming my face, my body.
Ridge circled the coffee table, like he was inspecting a perfect piece of wood, looking for the best place to make the first cut.
He kicked off his boots, then stripped off his T-shirt while Holden did the same. They stripped until they were standing liked gods before me, their bodies a study in perfection, all hard peaks and smooth skin, except for the burn scar on Holden’s torso.
Their dicks stood at attention, taut skin stretched over their rigid shafts, heads swollen with need, a match to my throbbing pussy.
Seeing them standing there, I could imagine what it was going to feel like to be filled by them, could imagine the completion of our joined bodies.
Inspection complete, Ridge walked to the end of the coffee table, took ahold of my ankles, and pulled me toward him until my ass was hanging off the edge.
He set my heels on the edge of the table and kneeled between my open thighs. “I’ve been dying to eat this sweet little pussy.”
“Fine by me.” Holden kneeled on the floor near my head, then took my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. “I haven’t even kissed her yet.”
It was strange but true. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so exposed, so intimate with a man — and definitely not with three of them — but I'd never even kissed Holden or Graham.
It was a situation Holden remedied quickly, by capturing my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing through my lips, setting fires in every corner of my mouth.
I moaned when Ridge ran his fingers through my soaking pussy.
“Fuck, I wish you could see how fucking wet she is. She could probably take us all.”
Holden covered one of my tits with his hand, pinching my nipple while his tongue dove deep into my mouth. Ridge’s kiss had been slow and sensual, a steady flame you didn’t realize was growing until it burned everything in its path.
But Holden was all wildfire, scorching and destroying everything but the pleasure raging in my body.
Then Ridge’s hot tongue torched a path through my throbbing cunt and I gasped into Holden’s kiss, arching my back as Ridge covered my clit with his mouth.
He slid his fingers inside me and I rocked on his hand, grinding against his mouth, reaching for the orgasm that was already building at my core.
“That’s right, wildcat.” There was a hitch in Graham’s voice. “Come on Ridge’s face. He wants to eat you up.”
I moved my hips faster, matching every stroke of Holden’s tongue in my mouth, lifting my ass to meet Ridge’s mouth as he licked and lapped at my clit, his fingers plunging deep inside me.
Pleasure rose like a tide in my body, filling me up from the inside out, and I reached between my thighs to take Ridge’s head in my hands. wanting to make sure he didn’t go anywhere.
Graham chuckled. “Eat that pussy, Ridge. She’s got you right where she wants you. She’s ready to come.”
Ridge flattened his tongue on my clit and added a finger to my cunt, and I tipped over the edge, crying out in Holden’s mouth as the orgasm washed over me, covering my body in goose bumps.
“Fuck yes,” Graham groaned. “Get it, wildcat.”
I shuddered against Ridge’s mouth, lost in the sweep of Holden’s tongue, the tremors wracking my body like an earthquake that went on and on.
I was gasping for breath when Holden tore his mouth from mine.
Ridge dropped kisses on the inside of my thighs, while I panted, my eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath.
My body was limp and relaxed when I opened my eyes, my gaze trailing over the fire-lit living room. I felt like I’d had an out-of-body experience, and I was still drifting through the empty space of my orgasm when they made it clear they weren’t done with me yet.
“Hand me one of those pillows,” Holden said to Graham.
Graham let go of his dick long enough to toss Holden one of the throw pillows from the leather sofa.
Ridge took my hand and helped me up from the coffee table. “What’s happening?”
I felt woozy, drunk even though I’d only had one beer.
Could sex make you feel drunk?
Holden set the throw pillow on the coffee table and crossed his arms over his chest. “Get on your knees, doc.”