Bonus Chapter #3
I’m still catching my breath when Chiara’s voice cuts through from somewhere behind them.
“Carolina?”
All three of them freeze.
Slowly, Joshua releases my lip while Xander straightens. Clay lifts his hands like he’s been caught committing a felony.
I peer around their shoulders, trying for innocence. “Hi?”
“Don’t stop on our account,” Chiara says, laughing.
“But it’s getting late, and we’re old now,” she announces dramatically.
Leo stands behind her, already holding their coats.
“Gotta get home before we turn into pumpkins.” Her eyes sweep over the three men efficiently boxing me in against the counter, then her smile turns wicked. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Leo snorts. “That leaves… very little off-limits.”
“I did not need to know that.” I groan, covering my face.
Chiara just laughs, blows me a kiss, and they both wave before heading for the door.
The moment they’re gone, Clay exhales like he’s been holding his breath for an hour. “Okay. I was this close to making it weird.”
“You were already there,” I say dryly.
Xander smirks. “You live there, love.”
Shortly after—thank God—the crowd finally starts to thin. Final hugs. Congratulations on repeat. Leftover cake is packed into Tupperware and pressed into people’s hands whether they ask for it or not. The karaoke machine disappears before Clay can attempt one last song.
Sophia and Howie are the last to linger. She smooths my hair for what has to be the hundredth time today, fussing like she hasn’t already done this exact motion all afternoon. “We’re right next door if you need us.”
Howie nods, eyes shiny again, and pulls me into one more solid hug. “Anytime, kiddo.”
Then the door closes behind them, and silence settles over the house.
Just us.
Fucking finally.
I sigh in relief, Xander watches, amusement tugging at his mouth. On a mission, I walk straight to him, rise onto my toes, and loop my arms around his neck. “Take me to bed.”
He doesn’t ask questions, just lifts me and carries me upstairs as if I weigh nothing at all, and something in my chest flips at the certainty of it.
When he sets me down, he lingers in the doorway, shoulder against the frame, eyes dragging over me from head to toe, like he’s deciding what to do to me first. His sleeves are rolled to the elbows, his tattoos flexing when his arms cross.
I breathe faster simply looking at him.
What a beautiful man.
Bearded angel.
Footsteps echo on the stairs, and my pulse jumps before they even come into view.
“Hey!” Clay’s already shirtless, moving with that lazy, predatory grace, his dimples flashing. “Don’t start the fun part of the celebration without us.”
“Says the one who already started it downstairs.” Joshua steps behind me, his palms find my hips, thumbs brushing the curve there, and my knees go weak with how familiar it feels. When one of his hands slides lower to cup my ass, I all but melt.
A kiss lands against the side of my neck, and a shiver races through me.
He’s guiding me toward the bed, and I go willingly, pliant and buzzing.
He positions me to sit in the center of the mattress, then, with eyes still fixed on me, he begins to unbutton his shirt, followed by the three of them stripping.
Slowly.
I forget how to blink, my gaze is transfixed as Clay pushes his pants down, his cock springing free, bouncing in time with the pulsing between my legs.
Xander drops his shirt to the floor, the movement stealing my attention. His chest is a map of ink and muscle, his silver nipple piercings catching the light. My breath stutters, that familiar flutter hitting low in my stomach every damn time I see my name etched into the shadows of his chest.
Joshua folds his clothes before joining me on the bed.
Still in my little black dress from under the gown, I’m suddenly overdressed, and my heart pounds hard enough to feel it in my throat in anticipation.
Xander kneels in front of me and cups my face, his touch tender. “You were brilliant today, pumpkin.” His thumb traces my lower lip, pressing against it and pulling it down a little. “Now let us show you how proud we are.”
The promise in his voice makes my thighs tense, my breath hitching before he even kisses me. His tongue slides against mine, and all I taste is champagne and pumpkin cream pie, sweet and heady, and my body responds to the flavor instantly, my senses kicking into overdrive.
Clay moves in behind me and drags down the zipper of my dress with agonizing slowness, making my hips tip back without permission, chasing his touch as he peels the fabric from my shoulders.
The black lace beneath, Xander’s favorite set, pushes my breasts high in a way he swears was made to torment him.
Clay groans against my neck. “Fuck, look at these tits. Been thinking about them all day.”
Joshua moves in close, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. The air kisses my skin as my breasts spill free, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The dim fairy lights that are strung over the bed catch the pale silver of my stretch marks, turning them into something almost luminous.
I don’t try to cover myself anymore. Not with them.
Joshua’s hand curves under one breast, lifting, admiring, and stroking my nipple before his mouth replaces his fingers. The heat of him makes me arch, a gasp catching in my throat.
Xander and Clay move in sync, guiding me back onto the bed and easing the last of my clothes down my legs until I’m bare beneath their hands.
“Open your pretty thighs for us, kitten,” Clay murmurs.
I do without second thought, knees bent, but Xander’s hands slide under my thighs and press them wider, opening me fully to them. Cool air hits my pussy, making me realize how wet I already am.
Xander and Clay settle between my thighs, shoulder to shoulder. Two dark heads, two tongues.
Fuck.
Joshua’s fingers lace through mine above my head, anchoring me as the first swipe of Xander’s tongue makes my back arch. Clay follows on the other side, licking up the inside of my thigh. They meet at my clit, their tongues tangling and sliding against each other and me.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, helplessly transfixed. “That’s so hot.”
“You’re the one who’s hot,” Joshua murmurs, kissing my gasp right from my lips.
The combination has me crying out into his mouth and my hips bucking into their faces.
“Fuck, taste her…” Clay groans before crashing his mouth against Xander’s. They kiss over my pussy, messy and open-mouthed as I watch, trembling, my breath coming faster.
Clay fists Xander’s hair, pulling him deeper and drawing a growl from him. In return, Xander nips Clay’s lower lip, then pulls away before diving back to my clit and sucking hard.
Joshua kisses me deeply, lying beside me, his cock heavy against my side. Smiling against my lips, he breaks the kiss, then comes to kneel beside my head and strokes my hair. “Look at you, my Carolina. So beautiful.”
I eye his pretty, leaking dick, and lick my lips, my breath already uneven. He gets the memo and guides me closer, feeding me his cock inch by inch, and the sound that slips out of me surprises us both.
He’s thick, and I hollow my cheeks, moaning around him as Xander slides two fingers inside me, curling just right.
“Need you now, kitten,” Clay rasps, voice cracked open with want.
Xander drags his fingers out of me slowly, two knuckles wet and shining. He locks eyes with Clay, brings them to his mouth, and licks them clean. The sound he makes is pure filth, and Clay’s hips jerk forward like he’s been punched, his dick bouncing at the movement, drawing my gaze to it again.
I beg with my moans, and he shifts higher, knees spreading my thighs wider.
“Shhh, I’ve got you.” He grips the base of his cock, dragging the head through my soaked folds and coating himself in Xander’s spit and my wetness.
My body is impatient for him as my breath comes faster and my hips rock, eager for him to fill me.
Xander comes to kneel beside us, fist wrapped around his pierced cock, stroking it slowly. “Our perfect good girl.”
His damp fingers start to circle my hard nipples, and I’m sure I’m going to lose my damn mind.
I rock my hips again.
Once. Twice.
“Greedy little kitten.” Clay pushes in with one slow thrust, and my moan around Joshua’s cock is immediate.
He keeps fucking my mouth in gentle, steady strokes, thumb stroking my cheek. “That’s it. Let him in.”
Xander murmurs something low and approving, his fingers pinching my nipple as the stretch burns sweet, and my pussy clenches when Clay bottoms out, balls against my ass.
He groans my name like a prayer, and I almost cry out around Joshua’s cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath.
My walls tighten around Clay, and when he almost whimpers, I can’t help but do it again. “Fuck, you feel perfect.” He stays buried deep, hips rolling in tiny circles, grinding against that spot inside me that makes my thighs tremble.
Joshua pulls out just long enough to let me gasp his name, then slides back in, matching Clay’s rhythm.
I’m stuffed full from both ends, and it feels so fucking good my eyes roll back.
Clay starts moving, pulling back slightly before sinking deep, making my belly jiggle, my breasts bouncing with every thrust into Xander’s hand.
“So soft, so perfect, so hot,” he drawls.
The slap of skin on skin is erotic with how wet I am. Joshua pulls out of my mouth again to let me breathe, his own chest heaving as he watches how a single strain of spit still connects us.
Then Clay locks eyes with him. I watch as something silent passes between them, and they move as if they’ve choreographed it.
Clay slides out, until only the head of his cock is stretching my entrance.
I whine at the loss, but then Joshua grips my shoulders and guides me until my head hangs off the edge of the bed, hair spilling toward the floor.
Blood rushes to my skull, making everything sharper.