“It’s to see which poor bastard has to drive.”
Bryce lost. He was very unhappy about it. I got into the backseat, and the others slid in along either side of me. Halfway home, I could see why.
Poor baby.
Right now Bryce was driving us home as fast as he dared. He risked a glance in the rear-view mirror, just as Camden’s hand slid my dress higher up on my thigh. Our eyes met, and I winked at him lustily. As his gaze dropped back to my bare thighs, I spread my legs to give him a better view.
This is slutty, Karissa.
No, no it wasn’t. Not anymore. Because these were my boyfriends now. I could have sex with any one of them, whenever I wanted.
Or all three at once, apparently.
I jumped as a finger brushed my clit. By this point my beautiful dress was more of a belt. The red silk thong I’d put on to match was being tugged to one side, and not even by the guy who was about to finger me.
Oddly enough, it was that part that turned me on most of all: the realization that future lovemaking would require a team effort. The idea that my body would be theirs for the taking, and at any moment that could involve two or even all three of the guys, when I wasn’t spreading my legs for them one-on-one.
You’re going to be a busy girl.
The idea of it made my heart jump into my throat. In a good way, though.
A very busy girl.
It was a challenge I decided I was up for. My libido had always been overactive, even if it had been dormant for the last year or so. I considered my sex life to be like a hibernating bear. It slept, it slumbered, but now it had finally woken up.
And it was ready to eat everything in sight.
“This…”
The word was whispered huskily into my ear by Camden. He had two outer fingers gliding up and down through my glistening folds, while dipping his middle finger inside me.
“This is ours now,” he finished.
Roderick had one hand on the inside of my opposite thigh. He was kissing my shoulder. Playing with my hair…
“We’re going to take it whenever we want. Understood?”
The finger inside me plunged deeper. I bit my lip and nodded.
“Say it, Karissa.”
“Yes.”
“Say the words,” Camden growled.
God, the way he was talking was so sexy! So crazy and wild and sizzling fucking hot.
“You’re… going to take it… whenever…”
“No,” he interjected, gliding a thumb over my clit. The movement caused me to buck so hard my ass left the leather seat. “Say that you’re ours.”
“I’m yours,” I repeated breathlessly.
“Whose?”
“All of you. Any of you.”
“When?”