“How?” she asked. Panting, she watched Brendan attach the cuffs to his wife’s ankles.
Oh, I think my baby likes that. Matt decided then and there he was going to get one to bring home.
“Let us worship you.”
“You want to worship me?”
I do. Forever and always.
“Yeah.” He pushed her white lace thong to the side, the intoxicating scent of her arousal making his mouth water. “Just like the video that soaked these pretty panties.”
“Be bold, Trouble, remember?” Laying his head on her shoulder, Sloan ran his fingers through the lips of her wet pussy. Hearing her whimper only made Matt’s dick even harder. “You should try everything at least once.”
“But what if I like it?”
She already did. He could tell.
“God, I adore you.” Matt took her mouth with his, kissing her with everything in him. She deserved to experience every pleasure. “I want you to like it, baby.”
She nodded.
“You’ve got to say it, bunny.”
And she did.
“Worship me.”
“Worship me.”
Was she out of her fucking mind?
Maybe the champagne had gone to her head, but at this moment, in this hedonistic place, Gina didn’t care. She wanted to take what her man so happily offered her. Freedom. Autonomy. Power. Besides, wasn’t it every woman’s wild fantasy to have three men in her bed?Madonna, mia! Especially, these three men. And she was going to be lucky enough to live it out.
“Lie back on top of Sloan now,” Matt said, guiding her onto the singer’s chest.
Clad only in tight black pants, he’d taken off his jacket and positioned himself in the corner of the gargantuan piece of furniture she’d hardly call a couch, because surely, it hadn’t been designed only to be sat upon.
Sloan gathered up her hair and, after running his fingers through the mass of thick, wavy strands, placed it over her shoulder, while her gaze flitted about the room. Thankfully, the girl who’d been taking care of them was nowhere to be seen.
“It’s okay, baby. There’s no one here but us. I love you.” And kissing her, Matt tore the lace panties from her body. “Open those lovely thighs and let my boys see this pretty pussy.”
“That’s a good girl,” Sloan murmured, kissing the skin beneath her ear. “Nice and wide. They’re gonna need lots of wiggle room.”
“The Byrne cousins and the Venery boys have always been… uh… close. Really close. Tight, you know?”
“Heck, they all live together behind that gate on Park Place.”
Is this what Nick meant by “close”?
Grabbing onto the ends of Sloan’s hair, Gina pulled his face down to hers. “You’ve all done this before, haven’t you?”
“Do you want me to lie?”
“No.”
“More times than I can count,” he said, his lips brushing over hers. “But this is the first time with someone we love.”
“You love me?”
