Chapter 11
KATHERINE
There’s a hard thunk, and I glance over my shoulder to see the bar of soap slip-and-sliding across the tile floor between Gabe and Alex’s feet.
Alex’s dark chuckle is one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard. I don’t hear it nearly often enough for my liking. Something to work on.
“Hear that, Wildfire?” King asks, his voice husky despite the steam. “They want to share you.”
My body responds with amazing swiftness. Utter delight zings through my veins, my nipples bead even harder, and my pussy…? Well, she does her own version of a backflip that makes King groan.
“Oh, she likes that,” he tells them.
“I love that,” I muse, fully aware I sound completely lust-drunk. I’m A-okay with it too. We’re far beyond keeping things from each other.
I think.
I hope.
But if I need to set the example, so be it.
King’s hands flex against my ass, his eyes flaring with heat. Not only does he like to share me, he likes controlling things too.
Gripping me just a little tighter, his biceps curl, and he lifts me off his cock. So strong. So fit. He makes me feel like I’m made of silk and air with how easily he moves and manipulates my body.
Then, he lets me slide down his shaft so slowly I growl with frustration. I need more. The tightness beneath my belly button loosens, and my high levels off. That’s twice I’ve been on the precipice and they’ve held my orgasm from me.
They’re teaming up on me.
First, King was giving orders. Now it’s Alex.
I secretly love it.
Wrapped around King like a happy little octopus, I grind myself on his cock, loving the way our slick skin glides so easily.
This shower is perfection. Big enough for four, with room enough to spread out, sit down, and wash away the grime of the day.
Later, I’ll let myself feel guilty for using so much water, but right now, I bask in the strategically placed shower heads and glance over to find Gabe and Alex making out like they’ll never come up for air.
My heart squeezes at the sight. They’ve finally found their way to each other.
Gabe’s fingers grip Alex’s hips so hard they’ll probably leave marks.
Alex’s muscles bunch as he clasps Gabe’s jaw, holding him exactly where he wants him.
Their mouths move against each other, straining, tongues meeting, colliding, tangling.
They’re achingly beautiful. So strong, powerful, finally giving in to years of desire.
A smile plays over my lips, and my eyes water because this moment is so momentous. Not only because the four of us are back together after some truly testing weeks, but after decades of friendship and yearning, Gabe and Alex are done denying everything between them.
With a happy sigh, I return my attention to King. The hard marble bites at my knees, the pain making everything so much sweeter. He pulls me down for a drugging kiss, deep, long, until we’re the ones starved for air. I moan around his tongue, aware on a cellular level that I’m impaled on him twice.
His cock flexes against the front wall of my pussy, an eager little tap telling me he’s ready for more. Too bad Alex gave us our orders.
Then again, he’s quite occupied at the moment.
Thighs screaming, I lift myself until I’m hovering above King’s lap.
His muscles coil tight as I thrust downward, stealing a bit of pleasure for us both.
Again. Another happy sigh against my lips.
Once more, then faster. Harder. Aching for release.
A seductive beat plays in my head, a soundtrack of our frenzied lovemaking.
He tsks and holds his hips steady.
“King—”
Every inch of me feels like an erogenous zone when it’s his fingertips doing the stroking.
Up my spine to the nape of my neck, clasping me there, sending chills through me.
Gosh, I love the way he touches me. Like he’s known me intimately forever.
Like he knows how I need to be held. Like he knows how much I crave him being in control.
I clamp down around his erection, teasing him just like he’s teasing me.
The narrowing of his eyes says he knows what I’m up to.
I have a feeling he’s not going to let me get away with stealing an orgasm today.
He might be my needy guy, but he also loves the rules and the games that group sex creates.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’m stretching you out for his monster cock. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
I have no words.
Just the sizzle of heat across my neck. The painfully sweet prickle of my nipples needing friction. The heavy ache is returning to the needy spot below my belly button, where I’d give anything to feel an exquisite explosion.
With a sexy groan, he lifts me again, sliding me down his cock once more, oh-so-slowly.
“Yes. Do it,” I say, the words so breathless they could be a sigh. I want that. I want everything they have to offer.
It was only a few hours ago that Gabe had his way with me in the conference room. I’d thought that was the highlight of my day. But here we are. “I fully plan to come between them.”
Behind me, there are matching moans. I will never get the image of Alex pressing Gabe up against the front door out of my mind. Gabe’s hands splayed across Alex’s broad back like they belonged there. Because they do.
“Love you, Wildfire. So much it hurts. Like after a really good workout when you’re all pumped up on endorphins and then you find your favorite electrolyte drink in an empty fridge.”
When King finds the words, he really finds them.
He’s lived his whole life chasing adrenaline and thrills while avoiding entanglements and pain. “I don’t want it to hurt you,” I say.
“I do. I want to feel everything with you.” His gaze lifts to the men behind me. “With all three of you.”
My knees sigh with relief when he shoves to his feet, juggling me easily. A quick pivot to the right and my back meets icy tile. He captures my gasp, wrapping my legs around his back. I lock my ankles, trying desperately to find some leverage.
“Same, King. Same. Everything.” I cling to his shoulders.
“You’re mine, Wildfire. Always knew you were meant to be.”
His hips pull back, a model of flexibility combined with strength, and then he shoves deep, lighting up my nerves along the way. I roll my hips, grinding myself against him, trying to find some friction for my clit.
“Stop trying to steal it,” he says against my lips. His tone is dark, hard.
I almost come.
“Fuck.” The word bursts from his lips.
“What?” Gabe asks.
“She likes that.”
“When you use the voice?”
King smirks down at me, and it’s like I’m staring up at a stranger. A wicked, sinfully handsome Greek god who was sent to drive me out of my mind. Bring me to my knees. Make me rethink everything.
Who cares about time, money, duty? None of it matters when his hands are branding my thighs. When that voice sends tendrils of desire straight into my brain.
“Mhmm.”
Gone is the soft, playful lover from a moment ago. He stares down at my lips like he’s thinking of all the ways he could use them to bring him pleasure.
Holy hell.
My insides coil tight. Kink unlocked.
The corner of his mouth kicks up a notch, and I swallow at the disarming sight. Where has he been hiding this side of himself? I swear, a few more words from him, along with a smirk, and I’ll shatter.
“Hold on, babe. This is going to be fast and hard.”
He doesn’t lie.
Those talented hips pull back again, withdrawing his cock almost completely. I hate the emptiness almost as much as I dislike hanging on the precipice of pleasure. True to his word, he fixes it quickly. Slamming home inside me with such force, I slide up the tile.
His thrusts are bruising. His muscles bulge, tendons strain as he fucks me for all he’s worth. Over his shoulder, I have a vague impression of Gabe and Alex making out, hands all over, hips grinding.
I want that. This. Everything.
And I let them know with every thrust.
Hands cupping Kingston’s handsome face, I pull him in for a fierce kiss. Tongues tangling, he doesn’t even pause. Doesn’t lose his rhythm. Grinning, I nip his lower lip.
“How did I never know?” I whisper between tongue-lashings.
“What?” He lifts his head slightly, cock wedged deep.
I lick a messy, disjointed line up his throat, muscles clenching. My insides draw tight, beyond ready. I feel like I’m going to come, then just keep coming. Like in the movies, when they ignite the dynamite and you see the long line of explosions. Over. And over. And over again.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
“This side of you,” I whisper, thoroughly, completely, hopelessly in love with my best friend and all his facets.
He gasps and drops his forehead against mine, turning back into the King I’ve always loved. One more thrust and his muscles tighten, his hips flex, and he unleashes inside me while crying my name. Hot jets of cum, shooting so deep, hips locked tight like he fully intends to put a baby in me.
I swear he reads my mind. He groans, and I moan with him, savoring every second.
“No more hiding,” I tell him.
He shakes his head, then glances over his shoulder. “Any of us.”
“My turn, Beauty.”
Alex moves like a shadow. Big and dark, with an expression so hot I feel sunburned from a single glance.
Somehow, they pass me between them. My back connects with Gabe’s front.
Hot, slick skin. And then Alex is there, lifting me higher, wedging between my thighs.
Every last part of me relaxes. It’s like a soul-deep sigh.
This is where I belong. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be and who I’m supposed to be with.
I cling to him, thighs tight, tender muscles straining and questioning the day’s choices. But there’s no way I’m stopping now. Not when the love is spiraling around this shower like a heart-eyes tornado.
With one hand beneath my ass, his other thumb flicks over my nipple. Sensation radiates from the tip, and it’s my turn to bite my lip. There’s only so much teasing a girl can take, and they’ve had me on edge for a while now.