He walked me backward, stopping when my ass touched the stool where I’d been sitting.
He buried his face in the side of my neck and kissed his way down my shoulder, then back up to my cheek. “I want inside you, Noelle. My Christmas angel. I want to see you light up with pleasure and hear you sing my name as you come.”
Damn him and the sultry words.
No one ever talked to me like that.
All of my previous boyfriends—most of whom lasted less than a week after we had sex for the first time—barely bothered with foreplay and usually left me empty and aching before I’d climaxed.
“Ash, join them.” Rafe’s command was met with the scrape of metal on concrete.
Ash stood without argument and walked around the table.
“What are you doing?” Unease crimped my muscles.
Bishop ran his hands up and down the backs of my thighs. “It’s okay. You can trust Ash. And you can trust me.”
Ash, intelligent and charming, with a fixation on having things in his mouth, walked up behind me and ran his hands through my hair.
He tipped my head around and claimed my mouth in a hungry kiss.
Well… shit.
From the frying pan and into the inferno.
I’d never been with more than one man before.
Disappointing Bishop was one thing, but having to keep up with two?
What was I supposed to do?
Ash unhooked my bra without breaking off the kiss and palmed my breast.
His callused fingers were rough on my skin, and the contrast caused the already hardened nipple to peak tighter.
Bishop lifted me, then lowered me over his length. “What do you want, my angel?”
Him.
I wanted him more than I’d wanted anything in my life.
How far was I willing to go to keep my cover?
Too damned far.
But I’d go even further to finally have satisfaction in my sexuality.
I broke away from Ash. “I want you, Bishop.”
Rafe stood without a sound. “Then you will have him. And if you accept it, you will have all of us.”
“I have a choice?” My voice squeaked.
All three of them froze.
Bishop’s eyebrows did that deep V thing again. “We’re not monsters. You say no, and we stop.”
“Don’t stop.” I dug my heels into his thighs and reached into his boxers, needing to feel his bare skin. “You’re huge, Bishop.”
