Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
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H aley
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T hey can’t know. They can’t know. They can’t know.
But with their strong arms wrapped around me, their mouths taking coordinated turns to ravish mine into sweet oblivion, I blow my cover in the way I kiss them back. I’m utterly desperate, as if I’m trying to find a way inside them.
“You’re ours, Haley,” Wesley says gruffly. “Do you understand? You made us fall fucking hard with just a picture of you. Then you stormed our offices and confirmed that you were ours for life.”
“Why do you think we refused not to marry you?” Dean says. “We’re so fucking in love with you, Haley. We can’t think straight when we’re not with you. And nothing can change that. Not money, not time. Nothing can change that.”
“We will always, always choose to marry you, Haley, under any circumstances. You turned our lives upside down, and now we can’t fucking breathe without you,” Camden says. “We love you, princess.”
“But I’m strange and not sophisticated, and you’re...”
“In love with you,” Dean says, his eyes darkening. “But also, you wouldn’t have hesitated to sign if you didn’t feel anything for us.”
My eyes fill with stupid tears. Ugh. Was that all it took? My hesitation for a split second to sign an annulment agreement?
“We love you. You’re our wife. You’re going to be the mother of our children. You’re ours. If that’s not clear enough for you, it will be when the three of us claim your body all at once. You’re going to take our cum shared between your lovely fucking pussy and that gorgeous fucking asshole of yours. Do you understand how we’re going to claim you, brand you, forever, Haley?”
I don’t know what to think anymore. Although I should be overthinking their words, I nod before throwing myself at them. I’m more than theirs. I’m in love with them—with my entire heart and soul.
I don’t know how or when it happened. Well, I do. The first time I set my eyes on them. The first time they touched me. The first time they whispered my name. All of it solidified when they stopped me from signing a document that would set the divorce in motion.
I love them. I hesitated because I love them. And I need to show them exactly how much.
With frantic movements, I try to rip their clothes off. I want them naked and inside me immediately. Instead, Camden picks me up and carries me to the bedroom.
My clothes are stripped from my body. Hot, wet kisses litter every inch of exposed skin until I’m dizzy with delight, wetness streaming down my inner thighs and my heart threatening to burst under the onslaught of their attention.
While Dean kneels in front of me and Camden nibbles on the flesh of my butt from behind, my focus drifts to Wesley.
I’m mesmerized all over again when he removes his shirt, revealing sun-kissed skin stretched over four layers of brick-like abs. My mouth salivates as Wesley unbuckles his belt, removes his socks and shoes, then his pants, and finally a pair of snow-white boxer briefs.
Then everything happens at once. While I gasp at the sight of Wesley’s cock, Dean lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up for his view.
He engulfs my pussy with his mouth. A full tremor skips down my body, wracking me completely. As Dean sucks on my clit and drinks from the flood of wetness dripping from me, my intense gaze follows Wesley as he takes a seat on a wide sofa and begins to pump his cock. Dear god.
Behind me, Camden spreads my ass cheeks. Mortification reddens my skin as the most intimate part of me is revealed. Camden runs his tongue down the tightly clenched part of my bottom hole.
My knees buckle, and I lean my hands on Dean’s shoulders, only to push my pussy deeper into his mouth. Dean devours me, drawing me to the precipice of an orgasmic cliff while Wesley demands my attention. God help me. The head of Wesley’s cock gleams with pre-cum. I can’t help but salivate at the sight.
And when I’m completely distracted, I feel Camden feeding my bottom hole with lube I didn’t even know he’d commandeered from the velvet box they had delivered to the room earlier. I’m not going to survive this.
Using his fingers, Camden lubricates my passage, massaging the oil into my entrance slowly and gently. Wetness pours from my pussy into Dean’s mouth, and Wesley pumps harder, making his shaft feel even bigger. All I want is to feel their cocks inside me.
I’m thrown into a pit of fire when Camden pushes two fingers deeper into my ass, the stretching burn bringing tears to my eyes. Dean sucks so mercilessly on my clit that the tip of a roaring orgasm engulfs me until it punctures my control, and I burst open. Wesley misses nothing of my complete surrender to his friends.
Camden drives a little deeper. Dean hasn’t relinquished his hold on my throbbing pussy. My body sways between intense pleasure and deviant pain. I want to push them away, but I also want to pull them closer inside me.
I go rigid when Camden teases my lubricated opening with the tip of what can only be a butt plug he must have also retrieved from the box.