26. Tulip – Meaning Absolute romance a declaration of love A lover’s heart darkened by the heart of passion Perfect lover Sensuality （Purple） Eternal love （Pink） My perfect lover （Orange） I am fascina
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TULIP
(LALE, POT OF GOLD)
MEANING: ABSOLUTE ROMANCE; A DECLARATION OF LOVE; A LOVER’S HEART DARKENED BY THE HEART OF PASSION; PERFECT LOVER; SENSUALITY; (PURPLE): ETERNAL LOVE; (PINK): MY PERFECT LOVER; (ORANGE): I AM FASCINATED BY YOU); (RED): IRRESISTIBLE LOVE; UNDYING LOVE
OCEAN
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C ameron slid into me with one long, hard thrust. I had to close my eyes. Holy shit. Of the three, he was the thickest, and it had been a long time since I’d been with anything other than a battery operated boyfriend.
Plus, let’s be real. The external toys did the job just fine and were a lot less work most of the time. My dildos were gathering dust in whatever box they were still in from the move, and they’d been there for a while.
But there was nothing that felt like this. The heat of being filled and the weight of someone being with you. When someone looked at you the way Cameron looked at me now. I didn’t think I’d ever been looked at like that. Like I was the center of his world.
Even if it was only this moment, it opened something in my chest.
“Fuck, Ocean,” he groaned, dropping his lips to mine at the same time he lifted my thigh around his waist so he could press deeper. “As much as I want to take you for hours, you feel too good.”
I was still too overwhelmed by the feel of him to speak. All I could do was wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. Kiss him. Every move he made felt good, and I didn’t give a shit how long he lasted. I was already blissed out from the two orgasms they managed to wring out of me in the bath. Having another one? Probably not on the table. I was a one and done orgasm girl, even though my nickname was O.
“Talk to me, wife,” he whispered. “Tell me what you like.”
“I like it all.” It was an honest answer, because every part of him—of them —touching me was incredible.
Cameron slowed down, searching my face. Then that playful light came into his eyes, and I swore his scent grew stronger. “If you won’t tell me, then I’ll just have to figure it out.”
I laughed, and it cracked something in the air. The tension singing that still hovered. The seriousness and carefulness we were all moving with. It didn’t have to be so serious, and I felt like I took my first breath after holding it forever. “I do like it all. But I also don’t know enough to tell you what I like.”
“Mmm,” he pushed in so slowly it was almost painful. “So we get to experiment with you. Show you everything. I like that.”
“You’re not the only one.” Micah laid down next to me, turning my face away from Cam to kiss me. Hard and deep, and oh ?—
He still tasted like me . I didn’t know why the two of us together was so incredible, but I fucking loved it. The sound that came out of me, low and desperate, Cameron cursed and drove home.
Pleasure raced through me, the speed and the friction lighting me up. Cameron stretched me the way a toy never had. The new sensation building deep inside me was delicious. I’d never had this before. Never had an orgasm from this kind of sex. It was deeper. Larger and more… everywhere.
I couldn’t keep my breath, the newness of the sensation racing up and through and out before I could even hold onto it. My gasps spilled through as I clung to the shimmers of it, letting them sparkle through my brain. Holy shit.
“I think our wife likes it hard and fast.” Everett had gone to a knee beside the bed and watched me with that intensity I didn’t dare trust. He took my hand and kissed the back of it, turned it over and kissed the point of my pulse, never taking his gaze away from mine. “Look at him, little nymph,” he said.
Something about it made me smile as I looked back at Cam. Took in all of him. Raised my other leg to curl around his hips as best I could. Run one hand through his hair. Sink into the sensation of aftershocks and pleasure floating around me in a golden haze.
Dropping his face to my neck, Cameron moaned, thrusting deep and shuddering, knot locking into place so perfectly it made light flash behind my eyes. It might have been the hottest sound I’d ever heard, and I needed more. I pulled his face to mine, wanting to taste that sound. Needing it.
Cameron smiled through our kiss, but he didn’t stop kissing me. “The way you hug my knot is fucking perfect.”
“I’ve never had that,” I smiled, unable to stop touching him. Face, shoulders, hair. Wherever I could reach. “An orgasm from actual sex. Hell, the fact that I had three is a miracle.”
Shock froze Cameron’s face, and then he was kissing me again, this time harder, rolling with me to the side, forcing Micah out of the way. “You shouldn’t tell me things like that, sweetheart. If you start telling us we’re taking firsts, we’re going to get more possessive than we already are.”
I pressed my lips together to suppress my grin. “Is that a bad thing?”
Heat lined my back as Everett slid onto the bed behind me. “If you’re prepared for us to growl at any man who looks at you and want to keep you in the house so you’re only ours, then no, it’s not a bad thing.”
He kissed my shoulder, and I loved that. Casual touches. The little things. They meant just as much as sex. Anyone could want to touch someone for sex. To get off. But just touching? Because you could? I didn’t take that for granted. Especially as he slid his palm down my ribs. “You won’t have to worry about the first one,” I said. “And the second one won’t be a problem. I like being home.”
“And I like you calling this place your home,” Micah said.
I rested my head on the pillows and closed my eyes, comfortable and spent and cozy. But most of all, not feeling awkward anymore. There was no chance my anxiety wouldn’t rear its head again. But they hadn’t laughed. They were still here.
“I’m going to point out the attention you get, little nymph. If not to show you how much you’re wanted, to show you how I’m staking my claim.”
As we rested, breathing in the comfortable silence, Cameron’s knot loosened, and we eased apart. He wrapped himself around me, his whole body pressing into mine. “I could fuck you all over again,” he whispered in my ear. “Never have enough.”
For a long moment, I closed my eyes and basked in the feeling of those words. Let myself relax into his hold. Just breathe in lemon zest and powdered sugar. Savor the warmth of his skin on mine.
“What happens now?” I murmured, tired, but not enough to sleep. Not yet, at least.
“Whatever you want, princess. Food and more fucking? I’ll take that option any time.”
A laugh fell out of me, more like a giggle. I couldn’t quite believe I was in bed with three of the hottest Alphas I’d ever encountered. My husbands .
Cameron laughed with me. “You like that idea?”
I nodded.
“Good,” Everett sighed. “Because as much as we don’t want to, we have to go into the office tomorrow. We have to sign the paperwork with Frank and a few other things. But trust me when I say we’ll be rushing through it.”
Something in my chest warmed. “That’s okay. If that greenhouse gets set up tomorrow,” I said, “I’ll have Sally bring over some of the hybrids I’ve been working on. I need to check on them.”
“Hybrid flowers?”
“Yeah. I’m not great at getting the outcome I want yet, but I’m working on it.”
Everett sank his fingers into my hair and combed through the damp tangles, gently pulling with his fist close to my scalp. That felt so fucking good. “Don’t stop that.”
“Good to know.” He chuckled. “And I’m sure the flowers are gorgeous.”
There was no reason for that to make me blush, other than the simple trust and belief that I’d rarely had from anyone other than Trinity and Isolde.
“Tell me, wife,” Everett used the grip on my hair to tilt me back into him. “What would you like? Food first? Or…”
“Or?”
He lifted my leg backward over his, settling his cock directly between my legs. The length of him pressed against me, and something cold. “You have a piercing?”
“Is that another first?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Then I think anything else can wait, don’t you?” Everett scraped his teeth over my neck, making me gasp. He rocked his hips, driving the tip of his cock—and that piercing—directly into my clit.
“Yes,” I breathed the word. “Yes.”
A low, rough purr sprang to life as he kissed my neck and shoulder, long and slow. “Good girl.”
Then his cock was thrusting deep, and there was no way to think of anything else as he took me.