Stretching me.
Sending me into the deepest ocean of pure ecstasy. Cole grunts as he watches me unravel before him, as he pounds into me, harder and deeper and faster, until the edges of reality blur into darkness.
I hold onto his brothers, a thousand intricate sensations bursting through me at once, as Cole smiles and goes even harder.
“You were made for us, Willow, every inch of you,” he says.
His breathing becomes ragged, his brow furrowed. I can feel him swelling even thicker inside me. I cry out, shuddering and quivering, a second orgasm dismantling me as he stiffens and spills deep into me.
His brothers lie back while caressing my body. Their hands always moving. Fingers always touching.
“This was just a taste,” Cole reiterates.
“I want the whole deal,” I tell him.
He smiles. We kiss, softly, slowly, glowing, with our bodies glued to each other. The air grows hot and thick around us as I take deep breaths and settle into my new reality. The Morgan brothers want me.
And I want all three of them.
5
WILLOW
I’m back at the office on Monday morning, working hard not to let the memory of Friday night distract me from everything I need to get done before the day is over. It’s quite the mission, I’ll admit, considering I’d spent most of the night letting Cole take me in every possible way while his brothers watched and occasionally intervened to give me another orgasm.
It was decadent. It was wonderful. And I’m still so deliciously sore, I can barely sit still or stop grinning like the beast they turned me into.
“Will?” Jamie’s voice breaks through my haze.
“Crap, sorry,” I reply, shifting my focus back to the task at hand, the to-do list for Terrence and Katrina’s wedding. Terrence feels so far away to me now, barely a memory, somebody I used to know, definitely not the man I was going to marry. “Where were we?”
“We were going over the planning and preparation stages,”Jamie says. “At least, that’s where I was. I don’t know where you were, though. You must still be stuck in Friday night.”
I pause and lean back in my chair, trying hard not to smile.
Jamie laughs. “I knew it. You four hit it off and then some, didn’t you?”
“And then some,” I sheepishly admit.
“I was waiting for you to say something. Please note that I didn’t badger you in any way.”
“Oh, it’s definitely noted,” I reply. “I’m still wrapping my head around it, truth be told. The Morgan brothers… They’re unique. I mean, handsome features and fortunes aside, they’re so attentive, so gentlemanly, so courteous and charming, funny, and at the same time, so dirty-minded and decadent. I had a hard time keeping up.”
Jamie gives me a broad smile. “Yet here you sit.”
“Here I sit, looking forward to more,” I admit. “They’re intense, all-consuming. When I’m with them, you could ask me about Terrence, and I’d probably need a minute to remember who that was.”
“Of course, there’s no comparison. Terrence is a prick, darling. The Morgan men, well, the whole city knows they’reM-E-N,” Jamie says and laughs.
I smile, once again remembering Friday before shaking my head to clear it. “But we have work to do, you’re right. I’ll try to stay on task, I promise.”
Jamie points at a checkmark on the list. “Relax. The contracts are signed, and the caterer options and supplier lists are approved by her royal bitchiness.” I snicker at his nickname for Sheila. “I was on the phone all weekend with them, andwe should be getting some menu proposals via email before the end of business today.”
“What about the bar and the cocktail menus?”
“Also pending. I reached out to The Mixologist and Studio Framboise for this. They’re two of Terrence and Katrina’s favorite cocktail bars, apparently. We’re negotiating the mixologists’ fees and an approved list of drinks, and other supplies they need. They’ll probably do a crystal winter theme, so champagne, ice sculptures, and all that fancy crap.”
“The Thornwood Estate’s ballroom fits about a thousand people, according to Sheila,” I say, going over the next item on our list. “We need to do a site visit, get some measurements, and all that. We should bring Steve with us.”
