Chapter 13 #2
Once he was covered, he flipped me around to my knees next to where Jase was still sitting on the couch.
“This what you need, Princess?” he asked, lining up behind me, his rock-hard shaft dragging through my wet heat. “You want me to fuck you while your body’s still trembling from the pleasure he gave you?”
“Yes,” I hummed, pushing back and taking his cock inch by inch. “I want to wake up in the morning, sore and aching from you both having your way with me.”
“Fuck.” Dylan’s hands clamped onto my waist as I impaled myself on his cock. “You’re incredible.”
I started moving, grinding back against him, and he let out a ragged groan.
“I need you to move,” I begged. “I want to feel all of you.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He thrust into me, hard and deep, drawing a strangled cry from my throat. My hands braced against the back of the couch, trying to hold myself up as he found the perfect rhythm.
“Jesus,” I gasped. “You’re so deep.”
“And you’re taking him so well,” Jase said, sliding closer and dragging his palm down my spine. “Think you can come again?”
I nodded.
Jase leaned in, brushing his lips over mine in a kiss that was surprisingly sweet, given how Dylan was driving into me from behind.
Jase’s hand slid between my legs, his fingers circling my clit.
“Oh …” I moaned, arching into Dylan’s thrusts.
“Come for us,” Jase whispered, rubbing my tight nub with just the right pressure.
Dylan growled low in his chest. “I can feel you squeezing the hell out of my dick.”
The combination of Dylan driving into me like he couldn’t get deep enough and Jase’s fingers working my clit pushed me straight into oblivion.
I shattered again with a scream.
“Fuck yes!” Dylan gripped my hips tightly as he slammed into me one last time. He came with a guttural shout, and his entire body shook with the force of it.
It took a few seconds for both of us to catch our breath. Then he collapsed beside me on the couch, his chest heaving, while Jase gathered me against him and kissed my shoulder as my pulse began to settle.
Dylan let out a breathless laugh. “So, a ten-minute break before our next round?”
I snorted, too wrung out to answer.
Jase chuckled behind me. “Ten? I was gonna say five.”
I groaned, burying my face against his chest. “You’re both crazy.”
“Insatiable,” Dylan corrected, reaching for a water bottle from the table. “And that’s your fault.”
Sunlight filtered through the balcony curtains, and for a moment I basked in its warmth.
Room service trays filled with pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, and pastries covered half the dining table. The guys had practically ordered half the menu.
Jase handed me a piece of bacon. “Eat. You burned a lot of calories last night.”
I snorted. “You two did most of the work.”
Dylan raised an eyebrow. “We call that teamwork, Princess.”
They’d done a good job too, if the lingering soreness in all the best places was anything to go by.
For a few minutes, we ate in comfortable silence, but the mood dimmed slightly when Dylan glanced toward the windows. “We can’t go anywhere today, can we?”
I grimaced. “Probably not. The press already knows I’m in LA. If we step outside together, I’ll be trending online within ten minutes.”
Jase sighed. “So we’re trapped.”
Dylan nudged him. “Oh no. Forced to stay in a hotel room with a gorgeous woman. Whatever will we do?”
“That’s not what I meant,” Jase grumbled. “I just meant it’d be nice if one day the three of us could go somewhere together.”
The sentence hung between us.
I touched his knee. “I know. I hate how complicated everything is.”
Dylan stretched his arm across the back of my chair, his fingers brushing my shoulder. “What if we went somewhere no one could bother us?”
I blinked. “Like where?”
“Somewhere private,” he suggested. “Somewhere with our own space. Maybe a place with a private beach and no paparazzi around.”
Jase nodded. “Yes. Somewhere they can’t find us, even if they try.”
My heart fluttered. The idea was tempting, yet felt impossible. “I would love that. But the rest of this month and next are packed. There’s Thanksgiving with my family, followed by a bunch of White House events for the holidays.”
Both guys deflated slightly.
“But …” I added, and their attention snapped back to me instantly. “If we plan ahead, we could maybe do something for New Year’s Eve.”
“Say no more.” Dylan grabbed his phone.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Looking up ideas that fit what we’re looking for.”
I laughed as Jase rattled off all the requirements for whichever place we chose.
Finally, Dylan turned his screen toward me. “This one. St. John Island. It’s a villa with a private beach, no neighbors, an infinity pool, and even a small gym.”
“Sounds perfect,” Jase noted.
I knew the whole idea was likely to create a logistical nightmare for my security detail, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to go.
“Should I book it?” Dylan looked between Jase and me.
I nodded. “Yeah. It’d be fun.”
“You sure?” Jase asked, a huge smile spreading across his face.
I gave him a smile in return. “I can’t imagine a better way to start the new year than a trip with my two guys.”