“You okay, darlin’?” Colt’s rough voice sends warmth over me, spreading and then all collecting in my core.
“I don’t know how to do this.”
He shrugs. “Neither do I.”
“Me neither,” Sean adds. “But I think it needs to start something like this.” He takes three steps toward me and pulls me into his hold. His lips crash to mine, soft, hungry, the brush of his bearded jaw against me only serving to add to my arousal.
I melt into the kiss, and there’s nothing behind it that says he’s staking his claim or proving I chose him. Sean’s hands tangle in my hair, pulling a moan from me. He swallows the sound in his mouth, his tongue presses inside, he devours me. I think it’s not possible to be kissed so soundly and be able to take any more sensation right now, but then there’s Colt. His large palms slide around my waist. His big body presses against my back and those lips of his that I’ve dreamed about since the day we met are dropping soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck, my earlobe.
This is a dream. It has to be. It feels too good and all they’re doing is kissing me.
Sean breaks our kiss and rests his forehead on mine. “We’re here for you. What do you want?”
“I…” my voice breaks when Colt runs his hands up my torso and cups my breasts, fingertips dragging over my sensitive, aching nipples. “God, I want you to fuck me.”
“We’ll get there, darlin’,” Colt growls. “But first we’ve got to get you ready, and we’ve got five years to make up for. I guarantee you no one was better than us.”
I love how he says, us, like it’s a foregone conclusion that we work best as three. “No one,” I breathe.
His hands leave my tits and I let out a short whine of protest, until he grips my zipper and drags it down. In one smooth movement, my dress is on the floor, my breasts are bared, and the cool air tightens my nipples to nearly painful peaks. Sean tugs his shirt over his head, his firmly muscled chest rippling with the movement. My mouth runs dry. I might die here. Happily fucked, with no regrets, because nothing could be better than this.
“You’re both so sexy it’s actually unfair,” I say.
Colt chuckles in my ear before turning me in his arms. “It’s my turn to taste your lips.”
I don’t argue. I tilt my chin up and part my lips in invitation. His kiss is harder than Sean’s, less tender, but just as hungry. And when Sean’s mouth presses against the small of my back, I moan.
He grips my ankle and his fingers trail up my leg, across my calf and my inner thigh. I buck at the brush of him across my underwear. “We don’t need these,” he says, his breath whispering over my skin. Then he tugs down the fabric covering my pussy and I’m completely exposed to them both.
Colt drops his head down until he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I cry out and buck at the same time because Sean’s long finger slides inside my already wet cunt. He presses forward, hitting that magical spot that makes me see stars. No one has found that place except him, and he clearly still remembers where it is.
Then Colt slips his hand between us and starts rubbing tight circles on my clit. Yeah, I might die. My legs wobble as the pleasure builds and builds. I’m going to break into a thousand tiny pieces. Why didn’t we do this all those years ago?
“Let go, bunny,” Sean murmurs. “Let go. We’ll catch you.”
So I do. The orgasm is all consuming, toe-curling beauty. I grab onto Colt for support as I cry out unintelligible words of euphoria. Sean pulls his fingers out of me and gets to his feet, his warm body pressed against my back. My knees give out and I sag into both of them, letting them catch me just as they promised they would.
I’m all golden sensation, eyes closed as they both run their palms over my skin, each of them layering kisses to my shoulders, my cheeks, my lips, and neck. Sean’s thick cock on the small of my back, steel hard and tempting behind the fly of his pants. He needs some attention after what he and Colt just did to me. I reach for him, sliding my palm over the bulge. The groan he releases strikes a chord inside my center, but when his teeth graze my shoulder everything tightens and heat pools between my thighs.
“God, I want you,” Sean bites out.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Colt releases me and my eyes snap open at the loss of his touch. But he winks and pulls his shirt off. “Me too, darlin’.”
We’re doing this. The three of us are going to have sex, and I can’t fucking wait.
I run my hand over Colt’s tanned chest, loving the heat of his skin and the light golden spray of hair across his pecs. “You two are going to ruin me.”
“That’s the idea,” he says, lips brushing my ear.
A loud banging on the door has me nearly jumping out of my skin. Instead of releasing me, they both pull me close, as though protecting me from whoever is behind the door. Then the sound of Aunt Karen’s voice kills everything between the three of us. “Chloe? Are you in there? It’s almost time for the rehearsal.”
7
SEAN
Watchingthe woman of my dreams walk into the garden with her long hair over one shoulder and her eyes cast down makes my heart swell. Chloe’s always been the one and I’m going to prove it to her. I adjust my aching erection and hope no one notices the effect she’s having on me, but I can’t help it. Memories from earlier fill my head. The sound of her coming, the feel of her walls clenching around my fingers, the fucking scent of her arousal still on my hand, all of those things combined into a beautiful type of torture.