“How was that?” Liam asked, pulling his sweater over his head and leaning against his headboard. He waited until Benson had dislodged himself from Eden and for her to cry out one last time as she futilely attempted to close her sore thighs.Not happening.They were stuck this way. “How are you feeling, love?”
Benson’s facial hair was rough against her skin as he lovingly kissed her stomach and helped her ease her legs together. “Just put my pussy out to pasture,” she whined. “You boys finished it off for good this time.”
“I highly doubt that,” Liam mused. “So, you liked your surprise?”
Eden nodded, but it was Benson who spoke. “Do you mean me? Because fuck you.”
“Ah, take a picture next time you walk in. That way you can treasure it forever.”
“It’s burned into my brain, thanks.”
Only then, in the lull of their post-sex banter, did they lavish Eden with attention again. Tender massages to her muscles and kisses to her skin not only reminded her that she was the center of their affection, but also recalledtheirpast. They had done this with other women countless times. Eden was merely the latest. Maybe, even, the last.
She couldn’t be jealous. If anything, she was mesmerized thatshewas the beneficiary of all their collective experience.
“Next time,” Benson growled against her shoulder, hand rubbing her inner thigh as she sighed in contentment, “you’re riding me.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she chastised.
Not only were Benson and Liam great at sharing a woman’s sexual reverie between them… but they also knew how to share the kind of deep kisses she loved. Right when one needed to steal a breath, the other was there, slamming their tongue deep into her mouth and making her forget all of her woes.
Eventually, they would drag her into the shower, but for now, she flung her arms around them and brought them closer. With one leg slung over both, she felt like a princess with her harem of men who knew exactly how to love on her and make her feel like the true queen of the world.
This is true paradise.Eden had never been so satisfied… or so in love.
With both of them.
Chapter 6
Benson
“So, I talked to my advisor, and I amtotallydeclaring my Italian major next week.” Drew landed on her father’s couch with aplopto rival a bowling ball’s.How is she so tiny but so heavy?Granted, Benson hadn’t been able to pick her up since she was fifteen, but that was beside the point. “He thinks I should do the study abroad program next spring, but there are only a few weeks left before the application date cuts off… what do you think?”
He tossed his phone onto the end table and got more comfortable in the corner of his couch. It was late morning on Sunday, and while he knew his daughter would drag him out of the house later that afternoon, he hadhopedto chill out until after lunch.Guess we’re doing this during her Spring Break.Drew wasn’t spending her whole break at her dad’s, since she was going on a trip with her friends on Monday, but until then?Daddy’s girl time.
“I think it sounds like something you want to do.”
“Dad.” She poked him in the arm, her dark blond hair that was almost brown slipping out of its sloppy bun. Drew backed up to fix it while she spoke. “Come on. Would you have a problem with me studying abroad for a semester?”
“Not particularly, although I would miss your weekend visits.”
“I promise it’s not that expensive. And I’d be staying in campus apartments right on the property in a really safe area of the city. We’re all assigned a local buddy who is in the English Studies department and—”
He cut her off. “You don’t need to sell it to me. But, yes, I appreciate any information about your safety in Italy.”
“So, I can apply?”
“Nothing wrong with applying. We’ll come back to this when you’re accepted.”
“Eee!” Drew flung her arms around her father’s shoulders and nuzzled his cheek with her nose. “I love you, Daddy. You’resothe best.”
“Have you asked your mother yet?”
Her grip lightened. “Mm, no. You’re the first one I’ve told. I’ll tell her when I get back from New Orleans.”
I’m more worried about you in New Orleans than on an Italian campus.“She’s going to be more reticent than me.”
“I know.” Drew’s elbows sagged against his arm. Her pout was a throwback to when she was ten and asking for a Disney World birthday party. “She’ll be convinced that I’ll get pregnant. By consent or not!”
