“You’re ours, Kitten,” Jamison said, his tone vehement. He took hold of my chin, kissed me.
It went on and on, hot and with lots of tongue. My hands found their way into his hair and I held on. He stood, scooped me up and carried me up the stairs, not once breaking the kiss. I had to wonder if I would always be carried off to the nearest bed. By the time he laid me down on a soft mattress, I had my legs wrapped around his waist, my ankles hooked at the back.
He lifted his head and I looked into his gray eyes. Saw the heat, even the smile there. I loved the way the corners crinkled, the way his look softened just for me. “When I was a teenager, I dreamed about fucking a woman in this bed.”
The walls were a soft blue, the bed narrow. “This is your bedroom from growing up?”
“Yup,” he replied, his gaze dropping to my mouth.
“You dreamed about fucking a woman in this bed, or did you dream in this bed about fucking?” I asked, trying to get clarification.
He stilled, frowned. “Definitely both.”
He stood to his full height, Boone moving beside him. They loomed over me as I lay on my back. Big, virile men with very obvious bulges in their jeans. And those bulges were all for me. I knew what they felt like in my grip, what they felt like in my mouth, and deep inside my pussy.
“You’re every man’s fantasy, but you’re ours,” Boone said. “And it’s time for us to claim you together.”
I arched my back, clenched my pussy. “I know you just had me last night, but yes, I want more. I’m…insatiable with you two.”
Boone leaned down, put his hand beside my head and kissed me. He kissed differently than Jamison. More insistent, intentional, but gentler somehow. He tasted different, too. I liked both of them, needed both of them to feel complete.
“This means you’ll take both our cocks. I’ll be in your ass, take that last virginity, while Jamison’s fucking that sweet pussy.”
I moaned at the thought. I loved ass play. Loved that they used their fingers, the plugs on me. God, having it in last night while we had the big group dinner had been so hot. It was like we were sharing this dark secret only the three of us knew about. It felt intimate. And the sensation? Exquisite. Turned out, it made me come. Hard. And to think of Boone’s big cock deep inside me there…I squirmed.
“Yes, please. I want that so much.”
He kissed me once more, his free hand going to the buttons on my shirt, getting them all undone and deftly opening the front clasp of my bra. His nose nudged the lace to the side and he had his mouth on my nipple, strongly pulling on it in the way he knew I liked. It was as if his action sent a direct message to my pussy to get all wet.
Jamison’s cell rang and a second later, so did Boone’s.
I watched as he clenched his jaw, closed his eyes for a moment.
“What?” Jamison growled, Boone’s cell still ringing.
“Yes, she’s with me. Boone, too.” There was a pause. “Who? You’re fucking kidding me.”
Boone’s eyes met mine before he pushed off to stand. His cell had stopped ringing, most likely whoever Jamison was speaking with knew we were all together.
I lay there, shirt opened, watching as Jamison glanced down at me even as he listened.
“We’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
He ended the call.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“You’ve got a visitor at Steele Ranch.”
I frowned. “Kady?”
Jamison slowly shook his head. “That was Sutton. A woman showed up at the ranch with a handful of men in stiff suits and sunglasses.”
I popped up off the bed, my fingers flying to fix my bra and shirt. Nothing made me lose interest in being taken by both my men at the same time. But this did. “My mother. My mother is here.”
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JAMISON