That wasn’t a problem for Jonathan. With no further ceremony, his strong hands clasped around then lifted me by my waist. I let out a little squeak as I left the ground.
The next thing I knew, I was lightly bouncing on my back on the bed, looking up at the men who’d bought me with wide eyes.
“I’ll take her first,” Jonathan asserted. Proprietary. In charge. “Get her ready,” he ordered, jerking his head toward Devin.
“Don’t mind if I do,” the second man practically growled. In seconds, Devin had joined me on the mattress, pressing his big body into mine and trapping my lips in another kiss.
To think I’d thought the kiss in the limo was overwhelming.
Too good to be real.
This kiss was more heated, holding nothing back.
His broad, firm chest was pressing me into the bed, and his hand came up to lightly hold my throat, and I was fully dumbstruck by how hot it was to be completely at his mercy.
Without thinking, my body responded to him in kind, my mouth moving in sync with his like I’d been doing this forever, my legs falling open to make room for his hips between my thighs.
It seemed to please him, because I felt him smile, then half-laugh against my lips.
He broke the kiss to move his mouth to my jaw, speaking to the other two men even as he gave my body sensations I’d never felt.
“She’s so fucking responsive,” he said, a warm vibration, then he let his teeth graze my skin.
I gasped, and he soothed the sting with his tongue, pulling a moan from me.
That pleased Devin, too. “Fuck, guys. She’s gonna come so pretty.”
As if the three men were communicating telepathically, Devin’s mouth further moving down to my collarbone made room for Jonathan to swoop in to claim my lips next.
He pressed into my other side, and the feeling of two men’s hard, warm bodies hemming me in was addictive.
I felt safe even as Jonathan kissed me hard, dangerously, grabbing my lower lip between his teeth and tugging it as he pulled back to look at me.
I was panting now, especially since Devin’s hand had moved to my ribcage, and his mouth was lightly skirting over the tops of my breasts, teasing along the edge of the bra cups in a way that had my nipples standing at hard peaks.
In seconds, another pair of strong hands had found their way onto my skin, too.
Alex was still standing at the foot of the bed, his long fingers wrapping around one of my ankles as the other hand caressed my opposite calf, slow strokes that inched further and further up, closer to my thighs and hips with each breath.
There was nothing especially tender in it, all heat and bold ownership.
But it felt good anyway, and it left me wondering how could it feel so intimate to be touched like this when he wasn’t even close to where my body needed him?
“Look at me,” Jonathan commanded, and my eyes snapped open at his harsh tone. I hadn’t realized they’d slid closed.
I was taking in all the sensation, the closeness of heated hands touching my body in a way I’d never felt before.
But Jonathan wanted me to pay attention to him rather than getting lost in the feeling. His amber eyes burned into mine. “You remember the stoplight?”
It took a long second to remember, but then I nodded. When his hard expression told me that wasn’t enough, I said softly, “Yes.”
“Yessir,” he insisted, and my heart thumped harder.
Devin’s mouth was on my nipple now, and yet somehow I was supposed to form words.
He wickedly sucked it hard into his wet mouth through the thin bra material—dampness, a light scraping that made me want to tear the lingerie off.
I gasped but kept my eyes locked onto Jonathan’s, even as I felt Alex’s daring fingers toying with the border of my panties, right at the lace edge at my inner thigh. I shivered.
