Epilogue #2
His dark eyes flashed as he watched my other men love me, affection deep within.
He’d come a long way from the jealous man who refused to share me with anyone else.
Beck wrestled with his obsession, but he made it work.
Now he changed his perspective and realized none of it mattered except if I was happy.
I could have whatever I wanted, as long as he had his own place in my heart. I could promise him that it would never change because I found something worth loving in him. It was sharp, poisonous and toxic.
Also mine.
Jonah wrapped his hand around my neck next and planted his lips on mine.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
I twined my tongue with his, moaning as his fingers snuck under my top and pinched my nipple. He dragged my breast out and dropped his head to it, laving with his tongue until my walls clenched around Ray.
“God,” he tossed his head back. “She loves that.”
We became a mess of tongues, cock, and passion. Jonah shed his clothes and gripped Ray’s hip, forcing him to stop before he came inside me.
“You feel like a competition?” Ray’s cheeky smile made my breath catch.
“I’m in.” Beck said, standing from the chair and kicking off his clothes like he’d been waiting for the moment to tap in.
Ray pulled out and flopped onto his back next to me. He nuzzled into my neck.
“Thank fuck I have a boyfriend now so I can be a pillow princess like you.”
“Welcome to the dark side.” I winked. “We’ve got feather pillows and orgasms.”
Jonah pulled lube from the side table and poured some onto his fingers.
He slipped them between Ray’s ass, teasing the man’s hole until his pierced cock jerked.
Beck fisted his length, hard as a rock. This moment felt unreal.
These men, who began as enemies, now raced to see who could make their partner come first. Beck ducked his head between my legs and flattened his tongue against my pussy.
His groan vibrated against my heated skin, and mine threaded through his.
“I’ll clean you up later,” he promised, kissing his way up my body.
As they always did, his tattoos stole my focus. I still couldn’t believe they were real. I ran my fingers over the stingray and the plants before I found mine. The Lyre over his heart, and the one on his neck. Where his pulse point was.
With every breath, every heartbeat, he was thinking about me.
I gripped him, eager to have Beck inside me.
He caged his arms on either side of my head and claimed my lips in a demolishing kiss.
Beck’s teeth clamped around my bottom lip as he slid inside my needy channel.
Blood and lust. I tasted it in the back of my throat.
That pinch of pain that made desire soar.
Beside me, Jonah grunted as he moved Ray the way he craved.
With Ray’s legs high in the air, Jonah angled his cock to Ray’s needy hole.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the beauty of their bodies together.
The hard planes of muscles that clashed as Jonah fought for every inch inside Ray.
Jonah closed his hand around Ray’s dick and squeezed the base until the other man gasped.
Ray looked somehow pretty next to Jonah’s incredible bulk, and he melted in a way he never could with me.
My clit pulsed with need at the sight of them finding ecstasy with each other.
“Eyes on me,” Beck said as he gripped my chin.
I whimpered, wanting to enjoy watching Jonah and Ray. But when Beck filled me, he stole my focus. His attention was intense. His hand slid between our bodies and toyed with my clit until it throbbed with want.
“Yes, right there,” I gasped.
His smile was more teeth than lips. Beck reveled in winning above all else.
Winning against Jonah and Ray? That was inevitable.
Beck hiked my leg against his body, and he leveraged one hand underneath my ass until I half hovered off the mattress.
His cock sank into me with fevered thrusts, and my breasts bounced with the ferociousness of his pace.
The angle and insistent pressure of his fingers on my clit nudged me closer to release.
Jonah was taking a different tack, sinking into Ray while he ran his hands down Ray’s muscular chest.
“Faster, big guy.” Ray tossed his head. “Or they’ll win again.”
Jonah arched an eyebrow, groaning as he bottomed out in Ray, again.
“Will they?”
Jonah gripped Ray’s cock and jerked him until the man quivered and begged under his touch. I didn’t say it, but I felt it in my chest. Warmth expanded through my entire body.
We were all winners.
“Take me, Little Liar.” Beck tossed his head back, eyes scrunched as his fingers swirled around my sopping clit. My thighs trembled, and I gripped the bedspread in a fit, feeling my release building like an explosion.
What Ray started, Beck would finish.
“I-I’m gonna—” I cried out as Beck’s hips kicked forward.
He was so deep I could feel every single inch of him. His gaze locked on mine, and I drowned in it.
“Come with me.” He begged in a strained tone.
In that dark bedroom, surrounded by the three men who owned my heart, I fell apart. Beck caught the pieces as he exploded too. He pulled me close, rocking us together through the rolling tingles that whited out my vision.
“Oh fuck, that was…” I groaned into his sweaty neck.
“Incredible as always.” Beck nipped my tingling skin, smug.
His cock twitched inside me, and I wondered if this might be a night that lasted until the sun came up.
Those were my favorite kind. Ray let out a breathless groan of disappointment.
Jonah eased into him, and Ray bit down on his lip as he teetered on the edge.
Jonah was quite adept at edging Ray, and he seemed to get a perverse satisfaction from holding his lover in the palm of his hand for as long as possible.
A hint of silver winked as Jonah jerked Ray’s throbbing, reddened cock. The head was almost purple, and the sight of him, disheveled, flushed, and wanting, made me lick my lips.
“Need help?” I reached over and batted Jonah’s hand away.
“Please, he wants to kill me before he makes me come.” Ray tossed his head.
“Patience,” Jonah hummed, pleasure made his features generous. “There’s no rush.”
“It was literally a race, one you lost.” Beck scoffed as he shifted both of us a little closer. His cock was still deep inside me, and it hardened once more.
I took Ray in my hand, rocking against Beck until both men lost their breath.
Together, Jonah and I worked our little playboy into a whimpering, handsome mess.
His pre-cum slicked over my hand. Jonah’s thrusts became hard, fast and desperate.
Words vanished into noise of passion, and the scent of our love.
I didn’t relent with Ray’s cock, stroking him until he jerked underneath me, stiffening for a breath before he spilled over me.
A shot went so far it landed on his chest, and he let out a low, satisfied groan.
Jonah gripped Ray’s jelly legs and bent him over, pounding into him until the mountainous man groaned low and hard.
“See, wasn’t that worth the wait?” Jonah grinned.
“It sure was.” I interrupted as my hand drifted between my legs.
After watching them together, I wanted Jonah to do that to me. The softness, the power. This chase was going to last until dawn. I knew it.
“You want more, Little Liar?” Beck thrust once.
I nodded, dragging my hand over his tattoos.
“Why don’t we take this to the spa?”