She turned in my arms, trapped between my body and the stone wall of the bridge, Remy and Poe on either side of us.
“I’m not complaining,” she said.
I didn’t make the decision to kiss her. It was inevitable.
Like breathing.
My mouth found hers and she moaned as our tongues came together. The heat of her mouth was enough to make my dickthrob, and I dove deep, sweeping every corner of her mouth, pressing so hard against her body that she leaned back over the stone wall.
I held her face in my hands, taking the kiss as deep as I could, wanting to consume her, wanting to crawl inside her body and stay forever.
I was barely aware of Poe and Remy, kissing her cheek and neck, their hands roaming her back until we were a feverish tangle of mouths and tongues and it didn’t matter that it included Poe and Remy because there was no separation between us.
Because pretty soon we all were going to be naked and fucking. We were going to be driving into Maeve’s soft body and tight ass, watching her take our dicks in her mouth, hearing her cry out while we made her come again and again.
I didn’t know whether I was kissing Maeve or Poe and Remy, didn’t know whether she was kissing me or them, and it didn’t matter.
Not one fucking bit.
We were all gasping for air when Maeve finally pulled back. “I’m going to fuck you all right here if we keep doing this.”
“I wouldn’t complain.” Remy leaned over the stone bridge to look at the creek below. “Although with my luck, I’d end up falling into whatever that is.”
“Another time, I might actually pay to see that,” Poe said. “But right now I’m too fucking horny to test the theory. Also, Maeve is shivering.”
“Poe’s right,” I said. “As much as I’d love to lift your sweet ass onto this wall and fuck you here and now, we need to get you warm. Then we’re going to fuck you until you scream.”
“Warm sounds good,” she said. “And the rest of it too.”
I took her hand and pulled her away from the bridge, toward the night and the thing I wanted most of all, which was always going to be her.
40
MAEVE
This timeI was barely aware of the lobby as we made our way through the moody interior. My body was humming with a kind of raw hunger I’d never felt before, need clawing at my core.
The walk through the city had started out as something romantic, but as the silence had stretched between us, our solitude growing deeper as we’d moved north toward the park, the mood had grown intimate and sensual.
Then we’d stopped at the bridge and the world had fallen away as the Butchers closed in on me. The press of Bram’s hard dick against my stomach, the urgency of his mouth on mine, would have been enough to set me on fire. But then Remy’s and Poe’s hands had roamed my body, their mouths hot on my cheek and neck, our tongues tangling together, all of us kissing, every barrier dropped between us.
And let’s just say my pussy was suddenly a very hungry bitch, wet and engorged, more than ready to be naked with all three of my men.
The tension was thick between us as we rode the elevator to the top floor, and no one said a word as Bram unlocked the door to our suite.
There was nothing to be said anyway, nothing to be added by words that could never do justice to the combination of emotion and physical hunger that roared between us like a river that had jumped its banks.
Bram stepped into the room, pulling me with him, and Poe shut and locked the door. A second later, Remy opened it again to hang theDo Not Disturbtag from the door handle. It was a kind of promise that they were going to do deliciously dirty things to me for a very long time, and more wet heat rushed to my cunt in anticipation.
The suite was dark, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp in the living room and another from the nightstand in the bedroom, visible through the open doors.
Bram pulled me into the suit while I unbuttoned my coat, eager to finally feel the slide of their skin on mine, and Poe turned off the light next to the sofa.
The living room was plunged into shadow, the city gleaming like a jewel beyond the wall of glass that separated the living room from the terrace.
Bram peeled off my coat, then his, and pulled me into his arms.
He captured my mouth in a searing kiss and I sighed with pleasure at the heat of his body against mine. Without my coat the hard planes of his body molded to my softer curves, and I pressed my palms against his muscled pecs, sliding them up and over his broad shoulders under the silky fabric of his shirt.
