50. Callie
Callie
Nobody asked if I wanted to walk to the bedroom.
One second I was standing in the kitchen having my deeply unmaternal thoughts, and the next Luke had scooped me clean off the floor like a fireman confiscating something flammable, and Cole was already moving ahead of us and working the bedroom door open with the efficiency of a man breaching a building, and I got out approximately half of the word "wait" before I was airborne.
I hit the mattress hard enough to bounce. Somewhere out there romance novels were describing women being lowered onto beds like rose petals. Meanwhile, I had just been deployed onto one like a sandbag.
It may have been the hottest thing that had ever happened to me.
Ben came through the door last. He paused, turned around, went back into the living room, and I heard the unmistakable sound of a very large stuffed bear being rotated to face the wall.
"Nothing personal, big guy," Ben said. "Some things you can't unsee."
The door clicked shut.
And then there were three men taking their shirts off in front of me at the same time.
Cole reached back and pulled his off in one move and I forgot every word I had ever known.
His tattoos wrapping up his arms and spilling down his ribs, the old silver scars I wanted the story of, every single one.
Luke went button by button because Luke did everything button by button, which should have been boring and instead made me want to scream, and then the shirt fell away and those forearms were right there, and I had a wild desire to start licking his veins.
Ben just yanked his over his head and grinned at me, his sun kissed muscles making my vagina do a happy dance.
Three men. One small bed. A baby the size of a pea and a six-foot bear in the next room facing the wall. My life was absolutely not what I had planned and I could not have planned anything better.
Cole took my chin between his fingers and tipped my face up. His touch was always lighter than I expected, which was the part that undid me: the fact that a man that large was capable of touching me so gently. His pale eyes held mine.
"Last chance to tell us no," he said.
"Cole."
"Cupcake."
"If you stop right now I will actually never forgive you and I say that as someone who just forgave all three of you for something much larger."
His dimples appeared just for a second, rare and devastating, and then he kissed me. His hand fisted in my hair to angle me exactly where he wanted me, his tongue swept in and took my mouth over until I was whimpering into him.
Luke's hands found my waist from behind.
Ben's mouth found the back of my neck. Three sets of hands moved at once and I stopped keeping track of whose were whose, because it stopped mattering, because they all felt like being wanted, and I had been so sure for so long that I was too much to be wanted like this.
"We've got you," Cole said against my skin.
Luke drew me back against his chest, his forearms bracketing me, and I felt his mouth at the curve of my ear. "You're going to let us take care of you."
It wasn't a question, but I answered him anyway.
"Yes," I said. "Please."
Cole laid me back against the pillows. He looked down at me as his large hand pressed against my stomach, and for one breath he was tender, and then his gaze dragged down my body and the tenderness evaporated completely.
"We're going to fuck you," he said. "Each of us. And then all three of us at once." He hooked his fingers into my pajama bottoms. "We've all been waiting long enough."
He dragged them down my legs and tossed them and stood there looking at me laid out on the bed, and his jaw set, and my thighs pressed together on instinct.
"Don't," he said, and pushed them back open with one hand.
His mouth went straight to my breast and I grabbed his buzzed head and held on while he sucked hard enough to make me gasp. His hand slid down my stomach and between my thighs and he groaned against my skin when he felt how wet I was.
"Christ, Callie," he said. "You're soaked."
"I'm aware. It's been a whole situation."
He pushed two fingers into me without preamble and curled them and whatever else I was going to say left the building. I arched off the bed and dug my nails into his shoulder.
"Cole. God. Please."
"Please what." He worked his fingers deep into me and watched my face while he did it.
"Your mouth. Put your mouth on me."
He didn't need to be told twice.
He settled between my thighs and licked into me, long deep strokes that made my toes curl and my hips buck against his face.
He pinned me down with one forearm across my hips and kept going and I grabbed the sheets and made sounds I was going to be thinking about later, embarrassing desperate sounds, and he answered every single one of them by doing it harder.
"That's it," Ben said from somewhere to my left. "Let us hear you moan."
I turned my head. Ben was standing beside the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself slowly while he watched Cole take me apart with his mouth. His dark eyes were fixed on my face and his jaw was tight and he looked like a man barely holding himself together.
Luke sat on the other side of the bed working his hand over himself in long slow strokes with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his eyes kept jumping between my face and where Cole's mouth was working like he couldn't decide which view was going to kill him first
Watching them watch me pushed me straight over the edge. I came on Cole's mouth with my back arched off the bed and his name torn out of my throat, and he didn't stop, he worked me through every second of it until I was pulling his hair and twitching and begging him to fuck me.
He kissed his way up my body and bit my throat and settled his cock between my thighs and I could feel him, hot and thick, and I pushed my hips up.
"You want it?" he said against my mouth.
"Yes. Cole, yes, come on."
He pushed into me in one long stroke and we both went still.
"Fuck." His voice had gone completely. "You feel so goddamn good."
He pulled his cock back and drove in again and I cried out and he did it again, harder, and found a rhythm that was deep and punishing and exactly what I needed, his big hands gripping my hips, the headboard knocking the wall, the sounds of it filling the room.
He fucked me like a man finally allowed to, and I took every bit of it and pushed back for more.
"Look at her take him," Ben said, his voice rough and tight. "Jesus."
Luke made a low sound. I turned my head and he was stroking himself faster now, his eyes locked on where Cole and I were joined, and he looked up and caught my gaze and said, "You feel good, don't you. I can see it all over your face."
"Yes," I managed.
"You're going to feel me next."
Cole drove in deep and ground his hips against mine and I came again, clenching around him, and he groaned like I'd punched it out of him and buried himself to the hilt and shuddered and spilled into me with his face pressed to my neck.
He stayed there for a breath. Then he lifted his head and looked at Luke.
"Your turn," he said.
Luke was already moving.
He didn't grab me the way Cole had. He knelt on the bed and took my wrist and turned me over onto my hands and knees. And I went like a dog in heat, because apparently my body took direction from Luke Carter without consulting me first.
"There she is." His palm ran down my spine, slow, from the nape of my neck to the base of it, and I shivered the whole way. "Do you remember what I told you at that desk?"
Oh God. The desk.
"You said-" I swallowed. "You said next time there'd be no interruptions."
"Full sentences, Cupcake." His hand kept moving, down over my ass, one slow proprietary sweep. "What do you want?"
"Luke."
"That's a name, not a sentence."
"You are the single most infuriating-"
His hand came down on my ass with a crack that was more sound than sting, and I gasped, and then I laughed a shocked breathless giggle and I heard him exhale behind me like the sound had physically done something to him.
"Try again," he said, and his voice had dropped into the register that short-circuited my nervous system.
"I want you inside me," I said, in a full sentence. "Please. Right now. That is my thesis statement and I am prepared to defend it."
"Good girl."
Two words and I nearly ended things right there on the spot.
He pushed his cock into me slowly. Inch by deliberate inch, and when I tried to push back and hurry him his hands caught my hip and held me still, and he kept going at exactly the pace he had chosen, because this was a man who had decided to ruin my life one measured centimeter at a time.
"Luke. Luke, I swear to God—"
"I know." Perfectly calm. Completely seated in me now, filling me up, not moving. "You can wait."
"I absolutely cannot."
"You can." He drew back and thrust in slow and deep and ground against me at the end of it, and stars went off behind my eyes.
He set a pace that was steady and relentless and maddening, deep rolling strokes with that grinding finish, one hand on my hip and the other trailing praise up my spine, and every time I got close to the edge he felt it and gentled, held me right there at the brink, humming like a struck bell, until I was babbling into the pillow, actual nonsense, threats and pleading and at one point what I believe was a partial grocery list.
"Look at you," he murmured. "So good for me. You have no idea what you look like right now."
"Luke, please. Please make me cummm."
I felt the change go through him like a current, his fingers biting into my hips, his rhythm fraying, and the man who had thought everything through his entire life stopped thinking.
He hauled me up so my back hit his chest, one forearm banded across my collarbones, and drove up into me hard and fast, his breath ragged at my ear, saying my name like it was the only word he had left.
His forearm was right there.
I bit it.