“Do you still want dinner first, Parker?” Gage asked with a barely concealed chuckle.
I swung my head back to him and narrowed my eyes. “If you don’t get this show on the road in the next two point three seconds, I’m going to?—”
I didn’t get to finish getting the words out of my mouth before my back hit the mattress, and Gage’s massive body was covering mine.
Chapter 22
Parker
Gage leaned down and covered my mouth with his, stealing my words and my breath in the same second. The kiss was deep and demanding, expecting full and immediate compliance. I gasped into it immediately, my body reacting instinctively. My arms reached for him, wrapping around his shoulders, gripping tightly, hanging on as if he were the only thing keeping me anchored in the sudden storm of desire.
I pressed closer, drinking in every inch of him through the kiss. When Gage realized I could barely breathe, he pulled away, leaving me gasping, yet wanting more. His lips moved down my chin to my neck, and I lifted, baring my neck for him, allowing him room to move over the sensitive, vulnerable skin there. His mouth traced the curve of my throat, nipping, licking, and sucking as I trembled and gasped through it all.
I felt the bed move, and even though my eyes were closed, I knew it was Ry. I shifted again, giving both of them access to my body. Two mouths on my neck as I tilted my head as I meltedinto the mattress. Their kisses made me shiver, sending a fire raging through me that I long thought would never burn.
Their touches broke through years of restraint. Years of thinking I didn’t need physical pleasure to be happy, to be complete. How foolish I was. Did I need it? Perhaps not. Did I need to go without? Hell no.
Gage pulled back as Ry continued to tease my flesh. At the loss of his weight, I cracked my eyes open to see him staring down at me. His usually blank expression was full of raging need, hunger for me, for my body, and it fueled my own. I let out a whimper, suddenly unafraid to voice my desires.
“Please,” I pleaded. “More.”
“Ry,” Gage’s voice was deeper, huskier than I’d ever heard it. “Help me get her pants off.”
With a grunt, Ry gave one final lick to my collarbone and sat up to join Gage at the end of the bed, where they worked as a team to unbutton and pull my jeans down my hips. I lay there, my breathing labored and my heart racing with anticipation as they removed the last barriers between my body and them.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, it hurts my eyes, pretty girl,” Ry murmured as he ran his hands up my silky legs, stopping before he reached the juncture of my thighs. Instead, his hands skipped over the entire area and up to my belly, where they skated up until his finger met the lace of my loosened bra. Then he gently tugged until I brought my arms forward to allow the lace to be removed completely.
I let my arms fall back onto the bed, not bothering to shield myself the way I had previously. I was too far gone in my haze of lust, far too needy. “More,” I whispered again.
Gage resumed his previous position over me, only this time, I felt more. My breasts were more sensitive without my bra there to dampen the feeling of his chest pressing against mine. My thighs felt tight, my center damp and heavy with need.
As his body shifted again, his lips found me as they pressed against my skin. Lips and tongue circled both nipples at the same time, causing my back to arch. I cried out, tossing my head to the side. Through my half open lids I saw movement, a figure standing in the open doorway and knew Dante had come. A small smile played across my lips. A secret smile just for him.
A finger trailed up my inner thigh, dragging slowly until it gently grazed over my center. My hips bucked, and I let out a desperate whine as heat pooled and something hot and wild and uncontrollable began to coil slowly inside of me.
Before I realized what was happening, that finger slid slowly, gently inside of me. My breaths came in ragged gasps. My eyes widened as I focused on Dante’s face. As the finger moved slowly in and out of me, Dante watched me watch him, letting me use him as an anchor, knowing I needed him, seeing the fear in my eyes as that wild thing continued to build inside of me.
I clawed desperately at the sheets. My back arched, pressing my breasts harder into the two mouths that were worshipping there. They were still licking, sucking, and biting. Causing electric pulses to run in a wild, untamed circuit from my clit to my nipples and back again, all while the finger continued to slide in and out of me.
Another slow thrust of the finger. Then deeper. I cried out, my whole body shaking, hips jerking, shivering violently under Gage. All while I maintained eye contact with Dante. Just when I thought I couldn’t go any higher, I felt a thumb slide against my clit.
As the thumb circled, I felt my entire body tighten on instinct, every muscle clenched. The fire inside me twisted into a tight knot, tighter, tighter, before exploding outward. Gage’s arms were firm and unyielding, holding me through the storm as I lost all sense of reality. He guided me, controlled me, as he wrung every drop of pleasure from my body.
I reopened my eyes to see Dante was still there, watching me with an expression on his face. I was uncertain if I was reading it correctly, but he seemed… proud. Of me?
I moaned as the finger slipped free, my hips lifting unbidden, chasing that feeling of having something inside me. I didn’t have to wait for long. Gage moved quickly, his hands swiftly shifting to his zipper. Before I could catch my breath, his pants were gone.
With his cold control in place, Gage pressed into me. As I felt the burning stretch, my eyes flew to him as my stomach tightened. Fuck, he was big.
“Parker.”
The soft voice called to me, pulling my attention back to the doorway and away from the panic that started to build. My body trembled as I forced myself to relax, as those beautiful, gentle, brown eyes told me to relax. I opened myself up to Gage.
“That’s it, beautiful. Take me. Take all of me.”
With a deep thrust, Gage drove all the way inside me, filling me entirely. I could feel myself being stretched completely as a sharp pleasure tore through me. My toes curled even as a moan poured from my throat and my nails dug into the sheets.
“Fuck. That’s it. That’s a good girl.”
