Chapter 11
ROXIE
This isn’t happening. There’s no way this is happening. There’s no way I’m kissing one gorgeous guy who makes my heart race while one of his best friends is holding my hand and the other is watching.
I would’ve thought I was dreaming, but Chance’s lips are too real on mine, too impossibly soft and insistent. Dillon’s thumb draws circles in my palm firmly, his grip too strong to be a figment of my imagination.
And Boone’s eyes? God, I can feel them burning into us. He hasn’t stopped watching. Not for a second.
As it sinks in that this is actually happening, I moan into Chance’s mouth and slide my fingers into the thick blonde hair at the back of his head.
I fist the strands to hold him to me, desperately not wanting this moment to end, and he lets out a throaty groan that makes me tingle in all the right ways.
Chance’s kiss now is nothing like yesterday’s. There’s no more caution or restraint. He bands an arm around my hips and pulls me clean off the couch, using his grip on me to guide me straight onto his lap.
I go willingly, the deep, exploratory strokes of his tongue lighting hundreds of tiny fires in my body.
A moment later, before I can even comprehend what’s about to happen, I feel someone slot in behind me, kneeling between my back and the end of the couch. Although Chance doesn’t break the kiss, the citrusy scent that wafts through the air on my next inhale tells me it’s Dillon.
He presses his front to my back, lowering his lips to my neck and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to my skin. Just like that, my brain checks out and hands over the wheel to my body.
Suddenly thrust into one of my wildest fantasies, I feel Dillon’s hard length against the small of my back. Even through all the layers of fabric between us, I can tell his cock would match the rest of him.
With the firm heat of Chance’s chest pressed against mine and Dillon’s warmth at my back, I don’t think there is any way this could get any better.
Then I hear Boone’s voice cut through my lust-drunk haze. “Chance, get her shirt off and lay her down. Dillon, come help me move this table.”
Oh. My. God. That tone? Yes, please. I’ll take more of that.
I’d had a feeling Boone was the bossy, dominant type, but actually hearing him in action? If my panties hadn’t already been wet, they’d have been completely drenched by now.
There’s an edge of authority to his voice, a harsh undertone that makes it sound like the snap of a command. I loved it. I am so here for that, but the way the guys follow his orders was just as hot.
Although I hear a quiet groan from Dillon before the heat of him disappears from my back, both of them act without question.
There’s a soft scrape as they move the heavy wooden coffee table onto the tile, then Chance slides out from underneath me and lays me down on the carpet in front of the fireplace.
I hear whispers from Dillon and Boone, but Chance’s lips are back on mine, making it impossible to make out what the others are saying.
He doesn’t climb on top of me, but his tongue is stroking mine with purpose, driving me wild as I imagine what that might feel like between my legs.
As he kisses me, I feel his fingers slide underneath the hem of my long-sleeved tee as he pulls it up. I arch my back so the fabric can slide between my back and the rug, then the shirt is gone and I’m lying here in my bra.
While Chance licks into my mouth, a large, hot palm runs up my side.
It takes me a beat to realize it’s Dillon’s hand cupping my ribs. He strokes a fingertip between my breasts and my back arches, my nipples desperately seeking contact.
“Give her what she wants,” Boone grinds out, a moment before I feel him kneel between my feet. He spreads my legs at the ankles to make space for himself, then his huge hands run along my calves. “Now, Dillon.”
“Just getting to know her,” Dillon murmurs, breathless, his fingers sliding into the cups of my bra and pinching each of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
I jerk at the sudden sensation, a loud moan sliding out of me and straight into Chance’s mouth. My hips start rolling unconsciously but with Boone between my legs, I couldn’t keep them clenched together anymore.
“Relax, Rox,” he murmurs with his lips against my skin, his teeth and tongue nipping and kissing the insides of my thighs. “I’ll get there soon. Just relax for me, for us, baby.”
I try to do what he says, that authoritative tone almost managing to command my body, but I can’t stop writhing. My jeans suddenly feel two sizes too tight, my clit pulsing like a beacon.
Chance releases my mouth and takes over from Dillon on my nipples, reaching behind my back to unhook my bra. He tosses it aside. An inferno smolders behind those hazel eyes when he meets my gaze for a heartbeat before Dillon claims my lips in a bruising kiss.
My hand wraps around his nape while the other reaches for something. Just something to hold on to when it feels like I’m about to start levitating with need.
I hear a low, rough groan before I realize my hand is in Chance’s lap, my fingers curling around something suspiciously hard and girthy. He doesn’t move my hand away, though.
Instead, he rocks his hips into my touch, his breathing becoming ragged. I open my eyes on instinct, needing to see him right now. I’m not disappointed.
It turns out to be one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen, Chance with his head thrown back, his lips parted and his eyes closed. Those incredibly ripped abs are on full display, the muscles rippling as he thrusts and withdraws, again and again.
Another moan escapes me and this time, Dillon swallows it, his hungry kisses growing harder and more demanding by the second. I surrender to them completely, tugging at his hair with one hand while stroking Chance through his jeans with the other.
The pad of his thumb is still toying with my nipples, alternating between them in a way that makes me suspect he doesn’t want to overstimulate me.
The next thing I know, strong fingers hook into my waistband, and my pants and panties are tugged off.
“Are you okay with this, Roxie?” Boone asks, but all I can do is moan into Dillon’s mouth while I watch Chance’s cheeks flush, his brow furrowing in concentration. “I need words, Roxie. Consent.”
Dillon breaks the kiss, those blue eyes on fire when he looks into mine. “He won’t do a thing unless you tell him it’s okay.”
“Yes,” I murmurs, then I tighten my grip on the nape of Dillon’s neck and pull him back to me, meeting him halfway for a kiss that makes wet heat gather between my legs.
Boone lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl, then his hands push my thighs apart and he licks a line through my slit. My hips buck, my scream muffled by Dillon’s mouth.
Chance lets out a long, almost pained groan, then he finally backs away and puts his mouth close to my ear. “I can’t keep going like that right now, sweetheart. I won’t last.”
I want to tell him that he doesn’t need to, but then I hear zippers opening and the rustle of clothing, and my eyes fly open again. Boone’s head is still between my legs, but Chance and Dillon are both getting naked.
I reach for Dillon’s T-shirt, hastily pulling it off over his head and nearly fainting at the sight of him in all his glory.
The three of them work together like parts of a whole, taking turns kissing me all over, laving my nipples while Boone sucks my clit into his mouth. Someone’s fingers dip into me, withdrawing just when I start contracting around them.
All the while, there are mouths on me. Fingers. Shared breaths and hisses, sharp gasps and moans. I reach for them when I can, stroking and swiping my thumb across the slit at the tip of Chance’s cock to gather the wetness there, but sparks fly through me when Boone laps at my clit again.
I don’t even try to hold back, completely coming undone and shouting when the first orgasm thunders through me. It breaks me apart in the best possible way, pleasure streaking through me like a rocket.
Boone groans and licks me clean after, and then he’s on top of me, taking my mouth from Chance and kissing me so deeply that I see stars all over again. I’m boneless, thoughtless, and yet still wanting.
I spread my legs wider when I feel him at my entrance, sliding my arms around his neck and kissing him with every ounce of acceptance and desire that I’m feeling right now.
Somehow, sharing all this with them makes me feel like I’m slipping into my rightful place.
Like we’re just cementing something that has always been meant to happen.
But that’s probably just the afterglow talking.
“Are you sure?” Boone murmurs between our kisses.
“Yes,” I whisper against his mouth. “Please!”
“You never have to beg me, sweetheart.” He claims my lips again, heavy and so damn hard on top of me, but it’s nothing compared to when he thrusts inside me.
His thick cock stretches me out and hits everywhere I ever could’ve needed him to. Cursing into my mouth, he lifts his head to look into my eyes, his expression tight with restraint. Something unspoken passes between us before he turns to Chance.
“Get ready. This isn’t going to take long. She’s so fucking tight, man.”
Flutters explode in my stomach. “Say that to me.”
A slight smirk spreads across his lips before he presses them to mine. “You’re so fucking tight, Rox. So hot. So perfect wrapped around my cock.”
Every word is punctuated with a thrust. Soon, he swells deep inside me. I feel his muscles clench, and I wrap my legs around his hips, holding him to me until he’s spent every last drop.
Dillon lifts me almost immediately, helping my trembling body onto Chance’s waiting lap. His smile is tight when I straddle him. Stroking my sweaty hair back from my face, he brings my head closer to his and kissed me gently, groaning as I sink down on top of him.
For a moment, I wonder if he minds that I haven’t cleaned up after Boone, but if he does, he sure doesn’t show it. Instead, he holds me tight and kisses me hard, rolling his pelvis and moving with me in a way that makes his body slide against my clit on every thrust.
I’m so far gone that I lose myself to him, kissing him back and mimicking his movements until another knot releases deep within. Another powerful orgasm rock me to my core, curling my toes and scattering my logic and reason to the four corners of the globe.