58. Hayden
HAYDEN
Heat flares through my entire body as her words register, shooting straight to my cock and making my pulse pound like a war drum.
I fucking love how strong she is—that stubborn streak that never lets her back down from a challenge, even when she’s faced with three men who could overpower her without breaking a sweat.
I meant every goddamn word I said back at that restaurant—every declaration about falling for her, about not being able to imagine my life without her smart mouth and fierce spirit in it.
She’s the only woman I’ve ever known who fits me so perfectly—and not just me, but my two best friends too. We work together like we were designed for this, crafted specifically for her. Like the universe knew she’d need three men to match her fire.
And she’s definitely the only woman who could ever bring me to my knees.
“For you, baby,” I say, my voice rough with emotion and desire. “I’d do anything.”
I drop to my knees without a second’s hesitation, the plush carpet of the bedroom soft beneath me.
The other two follow suit immediately, Ford’s jaw clenched with determination while Gabriel’s amber eyes burn with a need that matches my own.
I see Maeve’s breath catch in her throat as she takes in the sight of the three of us kneeling before her like she’s a goddess meant to be worshipped.
Because that’s exactly what she is.
She hesitates, taking a long moment as if appreciating the view before she licks her lips and nods.
“Now crawl to me,” she commands.
The confidence in her voice makes my cock throb against the confines of my pants, and I’m the first one to move, followed quickly by Gabriel and Ford.
On hands and knees, I move toward her as if pulled by an invisible force, as if she’s my true north.
This isn’t about power dynamics or control.
It’s about devotion, pure and simple. When I reach her, I slide her dress up and press my lips to her hip, kissing and worshipping her like the goddess she is.
The taste of her skin, clean and warm with just a hint of the vanilla and blackberry lotion she uses, floods my senses. I want to memorize every inch of her.
“Forgive us,” I breathe against her skin. “We’re so fucking sorry, baby.”
Gabriel and Ford join me, their mouths finding her thighs, her stomach, anywhere they can reach. We murmur words of praise and apology, our voices blending together in a low murmur that fills the room.
“We should never have let you sit through that dinner pretending,” Ford rasps. I can feel the tension radiating from him, the self-recrimination. “Should have told George to fuck off the moment he questioned us.”
“You’re everything to us,” Gabriel adds roughly. “More important than any business deal. More important than anything we’ve ever built.”
“So fucking perfect,” I breathe, trailing my lips over her skin. “Our perfect girl. We don’t deserve you, but we’re never letting you go.”
She whimpers above us, a soft sound that goes straight to my cock, and I can see her resolve starting to crumble. Her thighs are pressed together, but I can smell her arousal—sweet and musky and intoxicating. It’s driving me wild.
“I’m… I’m thinking about forgiving you,” she says, and there’s a breathless quality to her voice now that tells me she’s already halfway there. “But you’ll have to try harder to convince me.”
I growl in response, nipping at her thigh. “We’ll spend the rest of our lives convincing you if we have to.”
Working in perfect synchronization with my best friends—the way we’ve learned to move together through years of growing our business—we begin to strip her out of the soft dress she changed into after dinner.
Our hands move in sync, sliding the fabric up and over her head until she’s standing before us in just her panties.
She truly is a fucking goddess. All soft curves and creamy skin that begs to be touched, her nipples already peaked with arousal, her full chest rising and falling rapidly. The sight of her like this, flushed and breathless and ours, makes my hands shake.
“These go too,” Gabriel says roughly, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties.
He starts to slide the delicate fabric down her legs, and I help him, our fingers trailing along her skin as we go. She steps out of them gracefully, and finally, she’s bare before us. The sight freezes the breath in my lungs and makes my chest tight with something that goes far beyond desire.
“Spread your legs for us,” I command, my hands skimming up her thighs, feeling the slight tremor in her muscles. “Let us worship you properly.”
She does, her legs parting slowly, and the sight of her glistening pussy makes my mouth water. She’s already wet, her arousal obvious, and I lean forward to lap at her clit as Gabriel and Ford continue their exploration of her body.
The first taste of her is like a drug I’ve been craving, and I groan against her core, making her gasp and arch toward me.
“Oh god,” she gasps as I devour her. “Hayden, that feels so good.”
I lose myself in her taste, in the way she responds to every flick of my tongue. She’s so sweet, so responsive. I could spend hours between her thighs and never get enough.
“I need to taste her too,” Ford says roughly after a moment.
“She tastes like heaven,” I tell him, not lifting my mouth from her clit. “So fucking sweet. And she’s getting wetter by the second.”
I feel Ford move behind her, his large hands gripping her ass possessively. Then Maeve jolts, a sharp intake of breath telling me exactly what Ford’s doing back there.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes, her hips rocking slightly, caught between my mouth and whatever Ford is doing behind her. “Ford, what—is that?—”
“Your ass, Spitfire,” he murmurs against her skin. “Never had anyone taste you here before, have you?”
I can tell how much wetter she gets at his words, her arousal flooding my tongue as Ford begins to rim her back hole with teasing strokes. The intimacy of it, the trust she clearly has in us, makes my chest swell with emotion.
“She likes that,” I observe, pulling back just enough to speak clearly while keeping my lips close to her pussy. “I can taste how much she likes it. Your pussy’s getting so wet for us, baby. Dripping all over my tongue.”
“Is Hayden right?” Ford murmurs. “Are you enjoying this, or do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she says quickly, her voice breaking on the word. “Please don’t stop. It feels amazing.”
Gabriel chuckles darkly. “Our dirty girl likes having all her holes worshipped, doesn’t she?”
To prove his point, he slides two fingers into her pussy while I focus on her clit, his mouth finding her hip bone and biting there, scraping his teeth over her skin. She cries out at the sensation, her body trembling between us like a leaf in a storm.
“Such a good girl,” Gabriel breathes as he starts to finger fuck her slowly. “Taking everything we give you. So perfect for us.”
“So fucking beautiful,” Ford adds, still circling her tight back hole with his tongue. “Perfect in every way. Made for us.”
“Ours,” I growl against her clit, sucking the sensitive bud into my mouth and making her cry out. “All fucking ours.”
We work her over like that, all three of us touching and tasting and worshipping every inch of her body. The room fills with the sounds of it—low gasps, soft moans, murmured praise and dirty promises as we push her higher and higher.
Gabriel adds a third finger, stretching her even more as he fucks her with deep, slow strokes that have her gasping. Ford’s tongue becomes more insistent against her ass, and I can feel her shivers increase as the sensations build inside her.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers, her legs moving restlessly. “Please, I need?—”
“What do you need, baby?” I ask, pulling back to look up at her. Her face is flushed, her lips parted as she pants, and she’s never looked more beautiful. “Tell us what you need.”
“More,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I need more. I need—fuck, I can’t think.”
“It’s okay, we’ve got you,” Ford growls. “You don’t have to think of anything, Spitfire. Just feel. Just let go for us.” His tone shifts a little, and I can tell he’s talking to me and Gabriel as he adds, “Make our girl come.”
Gabriel shifts his hand in a way that makes me realize he’s curling his fingers inside her to hit her g-spot, and I suck hard on her clit, both of us working together to do just what Ford said.
The combination finally pushes her over the edge.
She comes with a cry that’s music to my ears, her body convulsing as her stomach clenches.
Her release hits her so hard that she squirts, her arousal drenching my mouth and chin as her pussy clenches and releases over and over. I lap at every drop, drunk on the taste of her, my cock so hard it’s almost painful.
When she finally stops shaking, she looks down at us with wide, embarrassed eyes, her cheeks flushed and her mouth hanging open a little.
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to?—”
“Fuck, that was hot,” I cut her off, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. Fuck, I don’t want to miss a single drop. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“So fucking hot,” Gabriel agrees, his fingers still buried inside her, moving gently as she comes down from her high. “I want to make you do that again. And again.”
I look up at Gabriel and Ford, all of us smirking as our gazes lock. The night is young, and we’re nowhere near done with her.
“I wonder what else our girl can do?” I ask, my voice rough with anticipation.
“We should find out,” Gabriel says with a wicked grin.
“Definitely,” Ford agrees, his hands already reaching for her, possessive and hungry.
I scoop her up and carry her to the bed, her body pliant in my arms as she floats in the heady aftermath of her climax. When we lay her down on the soft sheets, she immediately reaches for us with greedy hands, pulling us closer.
“More,” she begs, her voice soft and needy in a way that goes straight to my cock. “Please, I need more.”
I’m already shedding my clothes, my movements quick and efficient. Gabriel and Ford are doing the same, and within moments, we’re all naked and surrounding her on the massive bed.
The sight of her spread out for us, her red hair cascading across the pillow as her flushed breasts rise and fall with every breath, is something I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance. She’s so wet already, and when I slide into her, it feels like coming home after a lifetime of wandering.
“Fuck,” I breathe, going still once I’m fully seated inside her, letting her adjust to my size. “Perfect. So damn perfect.”
This is where I belong. Where we all belong. And from the way she’s looking at us, like she can’t imagine being anywhere else, I know she feels it too. The night is just beginning, and I plan to spend every moment of it showing her exactly how sorry we are.
And exactly how much we love her.