BONUS CHAPTER #2
I snort, biting back a laugh. It definitely wasn’t part of the plan for him to freeze mid-lift because he didn’t want to cop a feel of an eighty-year-old grandma.
“But Sylus’s right in one regard. You…” Ace’s fingertip trails down my arm, leaving goose bumps in its wake when his gaze locks onto mine. “The look on your face when you took control and swiped it? So damn hot. Fearless.”
I bite my lip, heat pooling low as Nicholas crowds in on my other side, his fingers tangling in my hair like he can’t help himself. “They’re right.”
I grin up at him. “Says the one who pulled himself up the balcony of that senior-citizen home like Spiderman? You were hot.“
Ace scoffs again. “I don’t know about hot, but we wouldn’t have been able to check her room if you hadn’t climbed up there and opened it from the inside, so yeah. Good job.”
Nico shudders just the tiniest bit at the praise, and I have to blow a quiet breath through my nose to keep from giggling.
It’s stupidly sweet how he reacts whenever one of the guys gives him credit.
My hand finds his cheek before I even think about it.
“Such a good job,” I whisper, thumb brushing over the stubble on his jaw. “And such a good boy.”
He mock-glares at me, pushing his obvious hardness into my side.
My skin prickles, and even pinned between the wall and three of my men, and even if he’s not right in front of me, I feel Koen watching. His presence hums in the air like static, and he doesn’t have to touch me to know he’s there. I always do.
Ace’s chuckle vibrates against my skin as he presses a kiss to my tattooed shoulder. “Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about their faces when the pigeons hit the garden. Pure chaos. Nonnas screaming and flailing brooms like they were warding off the apocalypse.”
Sylus’s fingers dig into my flesh with a possessive edge that makes my core clench, his impatience pulsing through his touch. The heat radiates off him, the faint scent of espresso and sugar still clinging to his skin, and it’s driving me fucking wild.
“Levi’s idea with the birds was genius. Distracted every last one of those nonnas long enough for us to slip in. He knows how to steal a show.” Koen’s voice cuts through my horniness, and Nicholas steps back to make room for him.
Koen’s dark eyes smolder when they lock on mine, the intensity of his gaze making my breath hitch. He cups my face, his thumb brushing the curve of my lower lip, tilting my head up until I’m drowning in him. “Just like you, Little Thief.”
His touch sends a spark straight to my core, my body arching toward him instinctively, craving more.
He steals a quick kiss before Sylus pushes him back with a huff. “I had her first, you vultures.” He presses into my side and drops his forehead to mine, letting me feel his very hard problem, and lets out a guttural groan. “Fuck, Sparkle, I need you now. I’m about to fucking combust.”
He pulls back just enough to rip his shirt over his head in one swift motion, the fabric catching briefly on his biceps before revealing the inked expanse of his abs, black lines curling over taut muscle, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat.
My mouth waters, and my fingers itch to trace every ridge.
Then he’s on me again, lifting me effortlessly, hands urging my legs to wrap around his waist. My skirt rides up, the cool air kissing my heated skin, and I moan when his hardness presses against my clit.
His tongue claims every inch of my mouth, and I melt into him, my nails scraping down his back, probably leaving red trails.
“The rest of you can wait your turn,” Sylus pants when he breaks the kiss. “I gotta have her first. Koen, you might have to hypnotize her into thinking I lasted longer than three thrusts.”
My giggle turns into a moan the moment Sylus carries me to the couch and sucks on my neck.
“Sylus…”
“Shh, Sparkle. Let me have this.” He drops me onto the cushions and follows me down, then shoves my skirt up my thighs. The others watch, circling like wolves.
Ace sheds his jacket, and Nicholas unbuttons his shirt, but Koen keeps observing us with that intense stare that makes me squirm even more.
Sylus doesn’t waste a second. His fingers hook into my panties, tugging them down with a smug grin. “God, finally everything is right in the world again.”
Before I can answer, he dips his head and traces a hot path along my inner thigh with his tongue, making my back bow. “Mmm,” he hums against my skin. “Now I get to taste my reward.”
When his tongue finally slides over my pussy, the moan that escapes me is cut off when Nicholas crashes his mouth to mine. His kiss is deep, hungry, and tasting of every reckless thing we’ve done today. His palms are rough and hurried, pushing my top up and over my head.
“Sweetness,” he breathes against my lips, his thumbs brushing my nipples.
“You like that, Trouble?” Ace asks, settling beside Sylus. His fingers join the fray, holding me open while Sylus devours me like he’s starving and I’m the only meal that matters.
“Fuck,” I gasp, bucking against Sylus’s mouth. “Don’t stop.”
“Yeah, don’t stop,” Koen murmurs somewhere near my ear, and somehow I know it’s his fingers that circle my clit when Sylus comes up for breath, lips glimmering and eyes gleaming over my flushed body.
Then he dives back in with a growl, the sound vibrating straight through me. “Sparkle,” he rasps. “You’re soaking. Having all our hands on you is that hot, huh?”
He nips my skin, then rests his chin on my pussy and looks at me through his lashes. “Tough luck, baby,” he says, then nuzzles his face into my wetness like he can’t help himself. “I need them gone for a moment.”
The others ease back without complaints, just enough to give Sylus room to move. He wastes no time and sheds his pants, that wicked grin stretching wider as he positions himself between my legs.
“This might be over quick,” he admits, breath hitching.
He wets his dick, gliding the head of his cock over my clit, down to my entrance, and back up again.
Then his smile softens, the heat in his eyes turning fond, almost gentle, and full of love.
“Good thing you’ve got three more husbands to keep you busy after. ”
Without another word, he thrusts in, filling me completely. The stretch is intense, and my walls clench around him as my body adjusts to his size. I moan unashamedly and brace my hands against his shoulders, nails digging into his inked skin.
Being filled with him so completely, combined with the lust and adrenaline thrumming through me, it's almost enough to make me come. His hips snap against mine, the wet sound of our bodies meeting filling the room alongside my gasps, his low groans, and the other guy’s low curses.
My body hovers right on the edge, the sensation of him moving inside me with hard, deliberate thrusts, each one hitting deep, keeps me teetering without tipping over.
Apparently, they can’t keep their hands off me for long, because while Sylus fucks me, Ace’s fingers slide back to tease my breasts, rolling my nipples until they become aching points.
Nicholas kneels beside the couch and murmurs soft praises in my ear, the ones I secretly crave as much as he does, his lips brushing the sensitive spot.
I feel Koen’s steady gaze, and my eyes open to find him there, anchoring me, his hand now stroking my thigh, grounding me through the storm of sensations.
Sylus’s thrusts grow faster and more unhinged, his breath hitching when his fingers dig into my hips with bruising force while he chases his release.
I’m close, so close, my body trembling, my core tightening, then Koen’s fingers travel from my thigh to my clit, and I shatter around Sylus at the slightest brush. His release follows a guttural groan while his hips jerk and he spills deep inside me.
He lingers there for a moment, thrust to the hilt, rocking into me before grinding against my pelvic bone, unable to get any closer.
Any deeper. He’s breathing hard, his forehead pressed to mine, sweat mingling between us.
After a long kiss where I can practically taste his love and gratitude, he pulls out with a satisfied smirk, his cock glistening as he gets off me and steps back, chest heaving.
“Your turn, boys.” Sylus’s eyes are still dark with heat. He watches me sprawled on the couch, my body flushed and aching. “Because you still need more, don’t you, Sparkle baby?”
I smile and give the slightest nod.
Ace doesn’t hesitate. He slides onto the couch beside me, his strong hands gripping my waist and pulling me effortlessly into his lap to straddle him.
After so much time, it’s still a miracle to me that he’s here. That he can touch me like this, and allows me to do the same to him.
I’m still pulsing from Sylus when Ace’s gaze locks on mine, those ice-blue eyes burning with intensity. He reaches up, and with a magician’s flourish, pulls a biscotti from behind my ear, holding it up like a prize between us.
I stare at it, then him.
Did Sylus actually fuck my brains out?
“Wha—”
“Magic, baby.” He grins, that rare, wicked smile that makes my heart flip. I vaguely register Sylus plucking the cookie from Ace’s hand and shoving it into his own mouth with a groan before Ace’s mouth is on mine, the kiss deep and tasting like dessert and heat.
I wrap my arms around his neck, our foreheads pressing together, breaths mingling. He shifts beneath me, guiding himself to my entrance, and slips inside with one smooth thrust, stretching me in that perfect way only he does.
“Oh, God,” I gasp out against his lips. I start to move, rolling my hips in a slow rhythm as if I’m dancing the pole.
He’s so deep, every inch of him hitting just right, and I cling to him, our bodies syncing like we’ve done this a thousand times.
Which we have, but it never gets old… the way he groans low in his throat, his hands roaming my back, urging me on.