But the men didn't seem to notice or care about the state of her room. Their focus was entirely on her. Gabe cupped the back of her head as he drew her in for another deep, searching kiss. Evie melted against him, her worries fading as desire took over.
Behind her, she felt Shepherd's solid warmth as he pressed against her back. His beard tickled her neck as he trailed kisses along her shoulder. Asher's nimble fingers found the zipper of her dress, slowly lowering it as his lips brushed her ear.
Evie shivered as the cool air hit her newly exposed skin. Her dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her bra and panties. She felt a momentary flash of self-consciousness; she was as good as thirty years old, a mother. She had padding and stretch marks and never had time to work out. Those thoughts faded as she took in the heated gazes of the three men surrounding her.
Gabe's eyes roamed over her body, dark with desire. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
His words sent a thrill through her. They made herfeelbeautiful.
Evie reached for him, pulling him close so she could tug at the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers. Behind her, she felt Shepherd's calloused hands skimming along her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Asher pressed soft kisses to her shoulder blades, his breath warm on her skin.
Her head spun with sensation. Every touch, every caress seemed magnified. Shepherd angled her face toward his and laid his own claim to her lips. His kiss was different from Gabe’s; deeper, more demanding. His tongue swept into her mouth ashis hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him. Evie felt surrounded, consumed by sensation.
She gasped as Asher's clever fingers unhooked her bra, letting it fall away. Cool air kissed her sensitive skin. Gabe's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. A moan escaped her throat, muffled by Shepherd's insistent mouth.
Evie's head spun. It was almost too much - the heat of their bodies, the scent of their skin, the dizzying array of touches. But she wanted more. Craved more.
She broke away from Shepherd's kiss, panting. "Please," she whispered, though she wasn't sure what exactly she was begging for. Everything. All of them.
The men seemed to understand. Gabe's fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs. Evie stepped out of them, now fully bare before their heated gazes. A flush crept across her skin, equal parts arousal and self-consciousness.
"You all have too many clothes on," she managed to complain.
The men seemed to agree. There was a flurry of movement as shirts were unbuttoned, pants were shed, and shoes kicked off. Evie's eyes widened as she took in the sight of their beautiful, naked bodies. Sculpted abs, broad shoulders, powerful thighs. Her mouth went dry.
Gabe pulled her close, the heat of his skin searing against hers. His lips found her neck, trailing hot kisses down to her collarbone. Evie tilted her head back, a soft moan escaping her.
Shepherd's strong hands gripped her from behind and ground his erection insistently against her. Asher knelt before her, his breath ghosting across her inner thighs. Evie's legs trembled. She wasn't sure how much longer she could stay standing.
As if reading her mind, Gabe scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his green eyes dark with desire as he gazed at her.
The mattress dipped as the other men joined them. Evie found herself surrounded once again, skin on skin, hands roaming, lips exploring. She arched into their touches, wanting more; needing more.
Asher's clever tongue found her center, sending waves of pleasure through Evie's body. She gasped, her back arching off the bed. Had anything ever felt so good?
But then Gabe's mouth closed around one peaked nipple while his fingers teased the other, and Shepherd's lips traced a path along her neck, beard scraping deliciously against her sensitive skin and Evie's busy mind went blank, overwhelmed by sensation.
Every nerve ending felt electrified. She clutched at Gabe's shoulders, needing something to anchor her as Asher's tongue worked magic between her thighs.
There were more fingers than she could keep up with, and Evie lost all sense of who was where, of whose hand or mouth or clever tongue propelled her towards the pinnacle of pleasure.
It didn’t matter - they all did.
Fingers stroked her thighs, skimmed over her ribs, traced the arch of her foot, and pinched at her nipples.
There were mouths, too. Lips at her throat, on her breast. Hot breath whispering along her belly, the occasional scrape of a beard that left her shuddering. It was a tangle of bodies and sensation, heat and hunger, endless and enveloping.
She tried to focus on one thing; anything! The ache between her legs, the throb of Gabe’s mouth sealing wetly around her nipple, the way Shepherd’s hands spanned her waist like manacles, the flick of Asher’s tongue and the pleased little hums he made as he worked, but it was impossible.
Every sound was amplified. Every touch left a comet trail of fire. Her mind went molten, her body turning liquid, her skin so sensitized she felt like a live wire.
She couldn’t tell where one man ended and another began, and she didn’t care. She had become nothing more than a collection of nerve endings, hunger and want, and the embarrassing slickness between her thighs grew with every second.
She was being worshipped, consumed by them, and instead of shame or fear, she found herself wanting more. Her moans grew louder, more desperate; her body arched involuntarily, seeking every ounce of pressure, every spark.
Shepherd’s deep voice vibrated in her ear, telling her to let go, to take, to embrace it all, and Gabe’s hands were everywhere at once, keeping her steady as Asher’s mouth coaxed her higher, until she was gasping for breath, her vision swimming. Then, finally, fingers penetrated her hungry channel, coaxing, stretching, thrusting, and Evie’s world narrowed to nothing but sensation, the relentless drive to climax, the certainty that she would die if she didn’t come soon.
"That's it, sugarplum," Asher murmured against her slick flesh. "Let go for us."
