Chapter 17
KATHERINE
This vibrator is going to be the death of me.
I’m so sensitive, desperate for relief. This bedroom is a cocoon made to seduce the senses, and I am thoroughly, completely enraptured. My guys surround me with heat and raw animal magnetism. Touching and teasing.
“King—” I whine his name, desperate for release.
Between him and the unicorn horn teasing my pussy, I’m so ready. Coiled tight.
And watching Gabe give his best friend head is doing the weirdest, most wonderful things to my clit.
“Not yet, babe. You heard Alex.”
I’m never sure which one of them is going to be orchestrating things. Alex is a natural leader, watchful, bossy in the most delicious ways.
But King? When he gets all dominant and his voice takes on that special tone, let’s just say I have to clench my thighs. My golden boy loves turning me on with dirty talk and directing the show.
The best times are when they team up. It’s like they have the whole thing choreographed or use telepathy or something.
I rock my hips against the vibe, about ready to take matters into my own hands.
But they seem to know exactly what I’m thinking.
With a groan, Alex pulls Gabe off his dick. “Come here, Beauty.”
I can’t scramble onto this lap fast enough. In fact, I slide right between him and Gabe like I’m part eel, slithering between hunks of coral. My lips crash against Alex’s, and I whimper my need. He chuckles, grabbing my ass between his hands.
Someone takes out the vibrator, and then I feel the searing heat of a hard dick at my opening. I swear my brain rolls around in my skull, beyond delighted to get exactly what I need. Good, hard cock and plenty of it.
“Are you needy, Beauty?” Alex asks when we come up for air.
“Mhmm.”
“Did he deprive you of your orgasm?” He speaks to me the way a parent would to a child. Sympathetic. But there’s also a bit of amusement there.
And as he tugs my hips downward, impaling me, I forget all my arguments. They melt away as if they never were, and I brace myself against his chest, working with him to bring us both to the brink.
He reaches between us and finds my clit. My hips slow as he starts to work me. Round and round with just the right amount of pressure.
My lungs feel weird. Like I can’t get enough air. I’m pretty sure I stop breathing when we’re together. It’s like my body simply cannot process everything that’s happening and keep inhaling too.
“Hold still, Princess.”
Gabe’s voice rushes over my senses, and my hips freeze where they are. A slick finger slides down my backside.
“You up for some company?”
“Hmm?” What is he asking?
My skin is alight with the fire of arousal, my breasts are heavy and achy, and there’s a tightness behind my belly button that threatens to unleash like a spring.
“Get her ready,” Alex says.
The finger slides lower, teasing the spot where Alex and I are joined. Then Gabe tucks in close, one arm around my middle as he slides his finger along Alex’s cock, stretching me slowly.
Alex’s swift inhale tells me everything I need to know about how he’s feeling about this particular joining. And Gabe had already worked him to the brink before.
Just when I think he’s never going to get to it and I’m never going to come, Gabe slides a hand up my back.
“Bend down, Princess. Show me that sweet ass.”
My blood heats anew as I do as he asks. Chest flat against Alex’s, I feel Gabe crowd in behind me. His hands glide up my ass, across my back like he’s giving me the world’s most sensual massage. My inner muscles tighten around Alex’s cock, and his groan rumbles straight through my nipples.
I bite my lower lip as I moan in pleasure. Every little touch heightens my already sky-high nerve endings.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let me in.”
I try, really I do, but I’m so keyed up. Just a tight ball of need.
King hooks a finger under my chin, turning me so I’m looking at him. “Follow me, babe.”
He makes a show of inhaling, puffing up that hard chest, then blowing out the breath. As he takes his next breath, I follow his lead. With every breath, I fall under his spell. Fall in love with him all over again.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
Alex makes room for him, once again, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and hauling him into the pile. I grin at the thought. We’re the world’s raunchiest cuddle puddle, and I love it. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
I lean left, stretching for my kiss. King, of course, meets me halfway. His warm body presses against my leg, and he curves an arm over my back. I hum as our lips merge and mate.
Gabe slots in behind me, pressing inside, extra lube easing the way.
“Keep breathing, Princess.”
I suck on King’s bottom lip and force my body to open for Gabe’s penetration. I want to feel him. Want to feel them both. Want to be with them in this moment.
There’s a pinch of pain and an overwhelming sensation of being oh-so-full. Fuller than any toy I have in my collection.
“That’s it, Wildfire. Let your men in. Open up. They’re going to make you feel so good.” King’s voice is soft, almost lyrical, and it coaxes me. Soothes me against the intrusion.
“Almost there, sweetheart.”
“Alex?” I ask, needing to check in with him. Needing to make sure he’s okay with everything we’re doing and feeling and asking of him.
“So good. Feel everything.”
My man of few words and many actions.
When they’re both, finally, wedged tight, we all breathe a sigh of relief. And then the real fun begins.
They work together to find a rhythm. Gabe’s doing most of the work. King presses gentle kisses against my lips, my cheek. I’ve never felt more love. More empowered. There’s that tiny bit of fear: can my body handle them both? But there’s so much determination to feel good. Feel everything.
Gabe’s thrusts press me tighter to Alex, and somehow, miraculously, I find the tiniest bit of friction against my clit. It’s exactly what I need.
“Please—”
“What do you need, Wildfire? You know whatever you ask for, your men will give you.”
I close my eyes at that because looking at him is just too much. Tears wet my eyes. They’re so good, so perfect for me. Thoughtful and considerate and understanding, and I just—
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“King,” Alex says, voice strained. There’s a beat of silence and then, “Get up here and give our beauty your cock.”
Mmm… I like that idea very much.
He gets to his knees, spreads his thighs wide so his hips are on my level. I take a deep breath, drowning in him. Zest, spice, a hint of ocean freshness and warm male. His cock drips precum, and he wraps a fist around it, giving it a rough stroke that makes him moan.
“Oh god, yes.” I breathe the words.
“Open up, babe.”
The angry purple head bumps my lips, and I suck the tip. He curses beneath his breath, and I feel him straining to hold back. He wants to fuck my mouth. Doesn’t want a blow job. No, he wants to be in the driver’s seat.
I wrap an arm around him so he can feel my signal if I need a breather. Then I suck him deep, opening as wide as possible, hoping he can find a good angle.
At this point, I think we should all have studied harder in geometry.
But with patience and practice, we make it work. Gabe picks up the pace again, while King shuttles his gorgeous cock against my tongue, tapping the back of my throat until my eyes water. Over and over, until I’m not sure where I end and they begin.
They fill me, surround me, love me to distraction. I can’t get enough.
“I’m coming,” King grinds out, his hips slowing. “Right—down—her—tight—little—throat.”
I breathe through my nose, eyes watering as his hot cum splashes across the back of my tongue, hitting my throat. I struggle to swallow, to drink him down.
“That’s it, babe. Chri—she’s tonguing me.” He shudders, the intense vibration traveling through his cock, sending another spurt that almost makes me choke.
“That—fuck, babe.” He pulls out, flops down at my side, and wipes my lips with the pad of his thumb. “That was so hot. You okay?”
I nod because I have no words. I’ve been on the threshold for so long, I’m not sure I can actually find release. I need it almost as much as I need them. Need them when they’re sweet and loving, taking care of me, and when they use me like a Katherine-shaped doll created just for their pleasure.
Somehow, he reads my expression and my mind. He knows. Somehow, he just knows that I’m locked in this most euphoric state of limbo. Needing to come. Sandwiched between two of the loves of my life. Overwhelmed with the beauty of this amazing boat. Eager for everything and yet…
“Lift up a little.”
Gabe helps me, which is good, because I’m starting to feel achy and also the consistency of jelly. King teases my nipple with a gentle flick and then a firm pinch. Bittersweet pain zings out from the needy point, a starburst that buzzes along my nerve endings. Somehow, it kick-starts my pleasure.
My core tightens, and Alex and Gabe groan in unison.
“Fuck! Coming—” Gabe says, hips sliding just a little tighter to my ass.
Alex grabs one of my hips and thrusts upward, against me, against Gabe, growling through his own release. Their muscles tighten around me. Mercy, I thought I was full before, but that was nothing.
King releases the pressure on my nipple, and the rush of blood sends just the right message to my lust-drunk brain. Suddenly, I’m flying. Soaring through the sky, floating on a cloud of bliss. Crying out as I shatter.
Around me, my guys are breathing hard, murmuring sweet words, petting my skin. They’re the only thing tethering me to this space and time.
I collapse against Alex’s chest, lulled to sleep by his steady heartbeat and veins full of potent hormones. This is the perfect spot for an afternoon nap.
???
An unfamiliar noise wakes me.
Blinking away the sleep, I reach out for my men.
My men.
I smile because how freaking lucky am I?
But my smile falls when my hand meets cool linens. I’m alone in the bed, which feels odd after being wrapped up in their heat for so long.
Sitting up, I glance around, gaze immediately zeroing in on the red and pink rose petals dotting the foot of the bed. What in the world? Excitement fills me from the toes up, a soft, fizzy feeling that only comes with welcome surprises.
I find a white robe draped over the edge of the mattress and slip into it, then follow the trail of petals across the room, through the double doors, and down the hall. There’s a murmur of masculine voices and a background of silky smooth French love songs.
When people say, ‘If he wanted to, he would,’ this should be the textbook example.
Kingston, who hates New York City and the claustrophobia it brings with it, is finding a way to thrive there. Opening his heart not just to me but to Gabe as well. Homing in on his passions and taking those next steps.
He’s traded most of his social media fame for teaching workshops. And there’s been a lot of design in our lives these last few months.
Alex wrestled his fear and won, finally taking what he truly wanted. Finally building the family he always desired.
And then, there’s Gabe. So many uphill battles. But so much progress. So many apologies and sweet gestures and making space in his life not just for me and King and Alex but also for healing. And growing
They wanted to, so they did. And I never really even had to ask.
The hall gives way to a spacious living room, windows on either side and a round seating arrangement in the middle. Beneath the ambient lighting is a dress form displaying an incredible white gown.
Gabe, King, and Alex jump to their feet, forming a line even with the dress. My feet stumble to a stop, and my jaw drops at the sight, heart racing like I swam all the way from the shore.
They’re wearing tuxedos.
Petals cover the floor and scent the air.
Gabe elbows King, who glances at him in bewilderment. A lightbulb goes off, and his eyes widen, then he pats his pockets. He pulls out a little black card, a remote, I realize, as dozens of flameless candles flicker to life across every surface in the room.
“Wow…” I whisper, utterly enchanted.
He steps forward, putting the remote away, holding out his other hand to me.
“I feel wildly underdressed for whatever this is,” I murmur, placing my hand in his.
“Pshhhh… you’re adorable.” He tugs me forward but gives nothing away. Nothing concrete, anyway. The way his eyes sparkle, crinkling at the corners, and the tight squeeze of my fingertips say he’s terribly excited.
Which I’ve always loved. His excitement breeds my own.
Alex takes my other hand, lifting it to place a kiss across my knuckles.
“What are you three up to?”
“Asking you to marry us,” King says.