7. Gabe
7
GABE
Katherine truly is going to ruin me.
And I’m not sure she didn’t just scramble my brain with her breathy declaration of need.
How does she know I’ve wanted her for so long? Could she tell? I thought I was keeping myself in check. But not trusting someone and finding them insanely sexy aren’t mutually exclusive.
I drive my hips forward until I can’t go any farther. Her head tips back, showing off the creamy column of her throat. I lower myself to my elbows, muscling King and Alex out of the way, and nuzzle her smooth skin. She smells like a dream.
“Okay?” I ask because she’s got to be extra sensitive.
She nods. “Don’t hold back.” She runs a heel up the back of my thigh, and my hips jerk even tighter to hers.
Her laughter is deliciously husky, reminding me of darkened rooms and expensive Scotch. She is one of the finer things in life. The type of woman I never could have expected. Never would have dreamed of.
“Did I break you?” she teases, her hands playing over my chest.
“No, but I’d love to see you try.”
Her lovely eyes flash with challenge, and her nostrils flare the tiniest bit as her chin lifts.
“Oh, you’ve done it now.” King huffs a laugh.
“What was it you said?” she asks King, then turns her attention back to me. “Challenge accepted.”
It’s Alex’s turn to laugh, and she shoots him a quick smile before pushing on my shoulders. Alex brushes a kiss against her forehead and murmurs, “Give him hell.”
“Thanks,” I say dryly. Totally appreciate having his support. Seems like he’s on her team now.
“No problem.” He crawls to the edge and settles against the cushions, stretching an arm along the back of the sectional.
Katherine pushes against my left shoulder again, and I roll, somehow keeping her tight to my hips. Her hands land on either side of my ears, and her hair drapes around us like a golden curtain. My heart flips.
The butt plug makes the fit so much tighter, and when she moves, my nerve endings light up. And the way her tits drag over my chest nearly makes my eyes roll back in my head. God, I love the feel of her skin against mine. So silky smooth.
My hands glide down her back, over her hips, then up her sides. She shivers beneath my touch.
Then she ducks her head, trailing little kisses over my shoulder, up my throat, along my jaw. Every press of her lips winds me tighter. She’s not even bouncing on my dick yet, and I’m already seeing stars. How the fuck does she manage that?
But I’m not going to rush her. No way in hell am I telling Katherine Montgomery to hurry up. We could do this all night, and I’d be the happiest man alive.
Alex shifts, and I see his long leg out of the corner of my eye. Okay, so those two might have something to say about me hogging our girl, but I’m not worried about it right now.
“So what’s your plan, Princess?”
“Mmm?” She hums against my Adam’s apple.
“For breaking me.”
“Oh.” She sits up, hands pressing against my chest.
I memorize the feel of her, the weight of her, the hot clench around my cock. My toes curl, and I try to ignore how amazing that silky slide is. But I could no sooner stop my own heartbeat.
“Is it multi-part? What’s step one?”
She lifts off of my lap until the tip of my erection is barely inside her. I don’t like it. Don’t want to lose the connection between us, the easy glide.
Grabbing her hips, I push her back down as I lift my hips. Her jaw drops, and a breathy cry leaves her in a whoosh. She’s a picture of pleasure. A seductress that would send any man to his knees.
She wiggles around on my dick, and I clench my jaw. Fucking plug. I hope Kingston has the same experience—tight as can be and so fucking slick, thanks to Alex’s cum.
Katherine bends her elbows, coming down on my chest like a kitten who wants something. I wouldn’t be surprised if she started purring. Her nipples graze my chest again, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“I was thinking,” she whispers, gaze roaming my face, “that I’d just edge you. Until. You. Come.”
My groan is echoed by King and Alex. At least there’s solidarity between us.
I tug her down for a kiss. “Always knew you were a tease.”
“You like it.” The slight tug of her lips does wild things to my heart. I’ve never felt this free before. This comfortable. Hell, this is playful.
“I love it,” I correct. Playing with her gets my juices flowing and makes me want to conquer and shout from rooftops.
She rocks forward, then slams her hips back, taking me to the hilt. I can’t stop my groan. She does it again. And again. Winding me tighter. I go over my schedule, all the paperwork and endless details that need my attention tomorrow, but nothing stops the build. That slow, steady spiral up the mountain.
And just when I think she’s going to tip us over the edge, she sits up. Turning to King, she curls a finger, calling him over. He kneels at her side and cups her cheek reverently.
She leans into his touch and wraps an arm around his waist, then presses her lips to his. My abs tighten at the erotic display. He sips from her lips, then deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She opens for him, those dreamy little sounds pouring from her like an open faucet. I love the way they enjoy each other. How obvious their relief is to no longer be living in the shadows of their attraction.
My cock jerks involuntarily because what can I say? A man has his fantasies. And these two swapping spit around my dick is at the top of my list.
She reaches for his cock, jacking him slowly. He groans into her mouth, straightening so he can change the angle of their kiss. It’s more dominant, driving into her mouth, biting her lower lip, making her whimper.
I snatch my gaze away because that is not helping me stave off my orgasm. Which was probably part of her plan. The minx. Turning my head the other way, I glance at Alex and find him stroking himself. Long, lazy strokes. Our eyes meet and hold.
I swallow, lips dry, not daring to blink.
Katherine gyrates her hips, teasing my needy dick as she makes out with Kingston. Meanwhile, I’m in a staring contest with my best friend. The one person who’s been by my side since moment one. Almost two decades. Who’s supported me. Who gave me the chance to follow my dreams.
He’s everything.
I love him so fucking much it hurts.
It’s a physical pain in my chest, a bruise on my heart.
Slowly, his gaze leaves mine, moving over to Katherine and King.
I blink back frustrated tears and close my eyes.
Katherine hums a sweet, pleased sound and then giggles softly. “I think we did it. We broke him.”
I smile and blink up at her. “Gotta try harder than that, sweetheart.”
Does my voice sound funny? Thick and clogged with emotion?
The cushions shift as King moves in behind her, hands closing around her breasts. He lifts and presses them together, creating a delicious display of deep cleavage. She’s a handful, our girl. And she preens in his hold.
I ghost my hands up the inside of her thighs, loving the way they bracket around me. She braces her hands against my chest, smiling down at me with so much confidence and mischief that it feels like a piece of my soul returns.
I brush a thumb over her clit, watching her face for the moment I hit just the right spot. But I feel it in the way her pussy grips my dick. A tight squeeze. A needy moan.
“Yes. . .”
“That the spot, sweetheart?” Two can play this game. She thinks she’s going to break me? Make me lose my control? Crash into a spent slumber?
My dick has zero doubts.
But my competitive spirit is strong. I tease her more. Firmer strokes until her hips move over my lap like she’s trying to keep a hula-hoop aloft.
King plays with her nipples, gentle tugs, brushing his thumbs over the rosy peaks. Oh, I like this. Having a teammate to help me drive my girl wild. The man knows what he’s doing. Years of pent-up desire make him an attentive lover. Proven by the way she’s whimpering in our grasp, losing time with her hips.
“How are you feeling, Wildfire?”
“Don’t stop. Ever.”
His chuckle is dark and slightly manic. “Never?”
She shakes her head, her honey-gold hair shimmying over her shoulders. There’s a fine sheen of sweat above her brow. “Never.”
God, I love the sound of that. Fucking her like this every day. Every night. Watching her fuck my best friend. I’ll take him however I can get him.
And King? He’s a gorgeous fucking bonus. And he’s reading my mind.
“Your wish is our command, Princess.” Digging my heels into the ottoman, I thrust upward. Her tits bounce, threatening to spill from King’s fingers.
She cries out, hands clasping my chest, trying to hang on. “Gabe?—”
“Yes, Princess?” Another thrust. More jiggling. Her jaw drops, and her mouth forms the sexiest O.
I keep moving, and King’s right there with me, driving her toward the edge.
As I feel her start to tighten, I stop, my hand falling away from her clit.
“Stop teasing me.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. I like teasing you.”
King pulls back and gathers her hair in one hand. He presses an open-mouthed kiss against her neck.
“Ready to make your boy lose his mind, Wildfire? Ready to let me fuck your gorgeous ass?”
Her eyes peg me then, going from lusty to intent in the blink of an eye. “Mmhmm. Yes, please.”
Oh shit. They were playing me. Teasing me.
Later I might laugh about it, but not while King is pulling the plug from her ass. The pink bottle sails through my peripheral vision, and King snatches it from the air.
“Lean forward, love.”
She sinks down on top of me, pillowy breasts pressing against my chest. King hisses, and I glance past the woman in my arms to see him lathering his cock. His dreamy sea-foam green eyes meet mine in the soft light. “You good with this?”
“Hell, yes.” Make us see stars.
The corner of his mouth hitches, so fucking confidant, ridiculously handsome. I’ve never wanted to kiss a man more.
Katherine kisses my chest and my chin, teasing one hand through my hair. “Have I told you how handsome you are?”
Her soft question pulls my attention from her best friend.
“You think so?” Elation zings through me.
“Painfully so. It’s rude.”
I throw my head back and laugh. I will never get enough of this girl.
King moves in closer, one hand clamping over her hip. “Relax for me.”
Her breath whooshes out, and she rocks forward, away from his intrusion.
“Easy, Princess. I know King would rather die than hurt you.” I cup her cheek, falling deeper under her spell. And his.
“He’s right,” King admits.
“How do you know that?” she whispers.
“That’s my girl. Let me in so I can make you feel good,” he says.
I glance up at Alex. “Because that’s how I feel about this jackass.”
Alex grunts, hand stilling on his dick. “Who you calling a jackass?”
“They’re over here teaming up on me, and you’re just playing with your joystick.”
He laughs. The sound wraps around me like a warm blanket, soothing parts of me I didn’t know were agitated. How does she do it? How does she bring out the best in us?
“What do you expect me to do about it?”
I glance back at Katherine. Her eyes have lost focus again, and they start to roll as King strokes deeper.
“Fuc—” I feel him. So much bigger than the plug. And I swear he’s rubbing against the underside of my cock on purpose. “Distract her.”
King’s tendons are on full display as he holds himself rigid, pumping his hips gently. “God, I can feel you,” he grinds out, jaw clenching.
“I can feel you too.”
Katherine whimpers. “I can feel you both.”
“Good girl. Keep breathing. Almost there.”
My lips curl up in a smirk that I see reflected on King’s face. She sounds like she’s in heaven. “Are we making your toes curl yet?”
She squeezes her eyes shut, breathing through her mouth. “Oh god.”
“That’s not our name, Wildfire.”
She sags against me. “Mmhmm.”
I never thought I’d see Katherine Montgomery rendered speechless, but as King and I find a rhythm, driving her incoherent seems possible. Probable.
“What are our names, Princess?”
She moans again.
That sound. I slam my head back, losing my mind. Thankfully, King doesn’t miss a beat. Just keeps a methodical push/pull. In and out, hips angled so he’s rubbing against her inner walls and my aching dick. Fuck, I’ve never been this hard.
Then he pauses, and her unsteady puff of air plays over my chest.
“Gabe asked you a question, Wildfire.”
When did his voice get so dark and growly? Why do I feel it over every inch of my skin? Like a sinful caress.
Who cares what I asked? I don’t. Couldn’t care less. The only thing that matters is?—
“Gabriel, my adventure and Kingston, my joy.”
It’s hard to focus on her words when she presses a kiss over my heart. I’m her adventure?
King presses in again, and I swear he tilts his hips to stroke me harder. Katherine’s pussy tightens, ringing me like a fist.
Fuck.
Katherine pushes against my chest enough to glance over at Alex. She stares at him for a long beat as King fucks her ass. “And Alex. My lighthouse.”
I stare at her profile, jaw dropped. That’s how I’ve always seen him. My guiding light. My safety. My shelter.
The orgasm I’ve been holding off rushes up, storming me. My hands clamp over her thighs, holding her down as my muscles tighten, threatening to snap. Blood roars in my ears. My vision dims at the edge. Above me, she cries out.
King slams deep, groaning. I feel his cock flexing, surging as he comes. He presses tight, one hand braced by my hip as his other wraps around her middle, hanging on. We’re a mass of straining, mewling pleasure.
And the whole time, Katherine squeezes me so hard. They’re beautiful when they lose control. Messy hair. Shuddering breaths. Lowered lashes. Straining muscles. It’s almost like we’re becoming one. Puzzle pieces clicking together tightly.
Katherine collapses against my chest, and King’s lazy gaze meets mine, steady and sated. When can we do that again, his look asks.
Soon.
Really fucking soon.
That confident smirk reappears, and he pulls out, then crawls off the ottomans, heading for the bathroom.
Wrapping my arms around Katherine, I roll my head along the cushion and look at Alex. He’s the one missing piece of the puzzle.