We don’t last long.
I drive into him mercilessly while he thrusts into her mouth and devours her cunt, making all my 69-train dreams come true.
My fingers tangle in her hair, flexing and releasing, as heaven edges closer and closer.
Jag cups her ass, spreading her open for his plunging tongue as she works his cock with lips and fists.
Drawing him to the back of her throat, she scoops her fingers under his balls and runs her knuckles along the top of my shaft, setting me off.
“I’m coming.”I slam into him, growling and jerking.
He’s growling, too, right against her cunt.She follows us, swallowing him through her moans and writhing on his chest.
The sloppy wet sounds of our orgasms settle through the room as we slow our bodies and collapse in a boneless pile.
“I need a second after that.”Jag drapes a leg over mine and an arm across Dove’s chest.
“That was insane.”She rests a hand on his forearm, trying to catch her breath.
“I felt that everywhere.”I roll into Jag’s side and pinch his nipple.“Pretty sure I got you pregnant.”
“You’re obnoxious.”He wheezes through a laugh.
“I’m your favorite fella.”I drop my chest onto his and dig a knuckle into his ribs.“Say it.”
“I love you.”
We both freeze as the words leave him, our gazes intertwined and searching.
I clap a hand over his mouth and put my face in his.“You can’t take it back.”
He pries my fingers away and releases a labored breath.“I love you, Wolfson Strakh.”
“That’s convenient, because I’m utterly in love with you.It’s a healthy obsession.Yours.Not mine.”
We both look at Dove.
Propped on an elbow, she presses her fingers to her mouth as her eyes fill with shiny, happy tears.
“I love you, Little Bird.”Jag strokes her thigh.
“Yes.We all love one another.Group hug.”I gather them into my arms and tackle them to the bed in a shower of kisses and laughter.
We clean up in the bathroom, and I take longer than needed, lingering at the vanity, hands braced on the marble.
Sounds of movement drift from the other room, the bed creaking as the guys settle back in.Deep voices.Sated murmurs.Familiar rhythms.
Jag and Wolf.
They’re devastating together.Heartbreakingly divine in their love for each other.Captivating and utterly torrid in the way their bodies fit and move together.I can’t unsee it.I never want to let it go.
And Jag?He’s everything I idolized as a child.Every myth I told myself about him is true.Guardian, superhero, protector, family… He’s all those things and more.More human.More resilient.More damaged and real.
I still haven’t recovered from the shocking, mind-blowing intimacy.
He ate my pussy.
Twice.
