His mouth meets mine hard.
God.
He tastes like strawberries, must be what he drank or ate on the drive home, and the kiss is all Luca, rougher than Ace, less patient, his mouth taking mine as if he’s been thinking about it the whole ride back. His tongue strokes against mine, and I moan as the stubble on his jaw scrapes just enough to make everything in me spark harder.
“Do you have any idea what a glorious image you are, positioned like this, a huge cock fucking you? I’ll need a photo of this one day,” he says.
“That will never happen,” I answer instantly.
That sinful grin returns. “You started without me,” he says against my mouth. Then he kisses me again as if he means to make up for lost time.
“You weren’t here,” I whisper.
“I’m here now.”
“You are,” I agree. “What are you planning to do about it?”
The look that passes between Luca and Ace is fast and familiar, one of those silent exchanges built from years of knowing exactly how the other man thinks. Then Luca’s attention comes back to me, and his grin turns slow.
“Move over, Ace.”
“She’s comfortable,” he answers.
“She’ll be more so in a second.” Luca winks my way, stroking my bare shoulder and down my back, his gaze running along my body.
“That’s a bold claim from someone who just walked in.”
“I make bold claims,” Luca says, already sliding closer. “I’m usually right.”
“Sure you are.”
I laugh at their antics, though it vanishes at the inferno winding tighter and tighter in my body. “Are you two seriously doing this now? Competing.”
“I came home to a situation,” Luca says. “I’m adapting.”
Ace starts to pull out of me and pushes back in slowly, my whole body lighting up again, my nipples hardening. The guy is so damn big that each thrust is like him taking me for the first time.
The ache low in my belly sharpens. It’s no longer a slow burn, but a ravenous, lustful beast, hot and spreading through me in waves. And they’re both here bantering like I’m not one second from climbing one of them out of pure frustration.
I’m breathless and a little wrecked already. “Guys.”
That gets both their attention on me.
I shift on the couch, but Ace grips my hips harder and slams into me. I cry out, fisting the cushion. “Yes, that’s what I want. Why are we having a whole conversation instead?” I try to catch my breath as Ace pauses. I shake my head, half intrigued, half desperate. “I am trying very hard to keep my dignity, and neither of you is making that easy.”
My pulse is pounding everywhere now—throat, wrists, between my thighs.
“I don’t care which one of you wins whatever invisible argument you’re having,” I say, voice thin with heat and humor both.
Luca lets out a rough laugh.
Ace’s hand tightens once on my hips before withdrawing out of me, and my moan of protest is loud. He leans over me, one hand under my stomach, the other across my chest, and I’m up and on my feet in seconds, my back to him. And completely naked in front of Luca.
His eyes widen, the corners of his lips stretching upward as his gaze traces me from head to toe. “Hello there, beautiful.”
I giggle at his flirting, but then he closes the distance between us in two easy steps, and I’m boxed in by their bodies, suddenly feeling so tiny compared to them.
Luca’s thumb strokes once along my jaw. “Are you ready for two Alphas?”
