“Consider it a wedding gift.” He waggles his brows as he swats me on the ass. Grabbing me by the butt, he lifts me up. My legs automatically wind around his waist. “But I need a going-away gift.” He nips at my earlobe as he walks us toward the door. “I need to be inside you, Temptress. When Ares is fucking you later, remember you belong to me too.”
Jase might be okay with it, but he’s still possessive.
Not that I’m complaining when he carries me into the downstairs bathroom and locks the door. Placing me on the counter, he strips our clothes away and impales me on his dick. My walls hug his hard cock as he plunges in and out of me, rocking my world and tipping me over into pleasure in record time.
No, I’m not complaining at all.
ChapterThirty-Two
Ashley
When we emerge from the bathroom after our energetic quickie, Ares and Chad are in the hallway waiting for us, standing beside a collection of bags on the floor. Ares pouts as he watches me straighten my clothes and attempt to tame my hair so it doesn’t look freshly fucked. Chad smiles. No trace of envy is on his face.
“Did you two work things out?” I ask, looking between them.
“We’re figuring it out,” Chad confirms.
Ares folds his arms over his chest and crosses his feet at the ankles as he leans against the wall. “We have a mutual purpose and goal.” His eyes bore into mine. “And we’ve called a truce. We have much bigger fish to fry.”
“Thank you.” My heartfelt gratitude is sincere. “This means a lot to me.”
“I’m still not sharing,” my grumpy man says because, of course, that relief could only be fleeting.
“You’re convincing no one,” Jase drawls, lifting his head as Bree comes scrambling down the stairs.
Ares scowls. “Don’t tell me what I’m feeling.”
“Work your shit out.” Jase narrows his gaze on him. “Ashley needs to talk to you, and we’re all giving you the space to do it. Don’t be a jackass.”
Ares flips him the bird.
Jase just smiles. “You’re welcome by the way,” he adds, lifting a brow. Then he reels me into his arms, dips me down low, and kisses me passionately, knocking all the air from my lungs. When he pulls me back up, I can barely breathe. “Love you, Temptress.” He hugs me to his chest, and I inhale his scent and savor his warmth before he pulls away.
“I love you too.” I grin at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll be the one in white.”
He reels me back in, kissing me again. Heat sears me from behind as hands land on my hips. I know it’s Chad. His touch is as familiar to me as breathing. Jase lets me go, and Chad spins me around, holding my face in his warm palms and kissing me. He takes his time, carefully exploring my lips and my mouth as if he thought he’d never get to do it again. “Love you,” he whispers in my ear the same time Bree says, “I am so turned on right now.”
She huffs out a dreamy sigh. “I need my own harem.”
Resting my cheek on Chad’s chest, I look over at my friend. “I highly recommend it, and you totally should.”
Ares scoffs, and I know my work is cut out for me with him.
“Sleep well, Siren.” Chad pecks my lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Excitement dances in his eyes, and I’m sure the sentiment is mirrored in my own.
“No marking the bride.” Jase jabs his finger in Ares’s direction. “Keep it vanilla.”
I snort out a laugh. Ares doesn’t know the meaning of the word.
Walking up behind me, he wraps an arm around my chest and tugs me back against him. Ares tilts my head to one side and grazes my ear with his teeth. “My little slut likes it when I bite, and I’m making no promises.”
* * *
“We need to talk.” I spin around in Ares’s arms the instant the door is closed after Bree, Chad, and Jase leave.
Ares grabs my ass and pulls me up against him, pivoting his hips so I feel his hard-on digging into my stomach. “Talking was not what I had in mind, dollface.” His mouth lowers to my neck, and he plants a slew of drugging kisses along my skin that almost works.
Snapping out of my instant sex haze, I shove at his chest and wriggle out from his hold. “Talking first. Fucking second.”
