I breathe faster simply looking at him.
What a beautiful man.
Bearded angel.
Footsteps echo on the stairs, and my pulse jumps before they even come into view.
“Hey!” Clay’s already shirtless, moving with that lazy, predatory grace, his dimples flashing. “Don’t start the fun part of the celebration without us.”
“Says the one who already started it downstairs.” Joshua steps behind me, his palms find my hips, thumbs brushing the curve there, and my knees go weak with how familiar it feels. When one of his hands slides lower to cup my ass, I all but melt.
A kiss lands against the side of my neck, and a shiver races through me. He’s guiding me toward the bed, and I go willingly, pliant and buzzing. He positions me to sit in the center of the mattress, then, with eyes still fixed on me, he begins to unbutton his shirt, followed by the three of them stripping.
Slowly.
I forget how to blink, my gaze is transfixed as Clay pushes his pants down, his cock springing free, bouncing in time with the pulsing between my legs.
Xander drops his shirt to the floor, the movement stealing my attention. His chest is a map of ink and muscle, his silver nipple piercings catching the light. My breath stutters, that familiar flutter hitting low in my stomach every damn time I see my name etched into the shadows of his chest.
Joshua folds his clothes before joining me on the bed.
Still in my little black dress from under the gown, I’m suddenly overdressed, and my heart pounds hard enough to feel it in my throat in anticipation.
Xander kneels in front of me and cups my face, his touch tender. “You were brilliant today, pumpkin.” His thumb traces my lower lip, pressing against it and pulling it down a little. “Now let us show you how proud we are.”
The promise in his voice makes my thighs tense, my breath hitching before he even kisses me. His tongue slides against mine, and all I taste is champagne and pumpkin cream pie, sweet and heady, and my body responds to the flavor instantly, my senses kicking into overdrive.
Clay moves in behind me and drags down the zipper of my dress with agonizing slowness, making my hips tip back without permission, chasing his touch as he peels the fabric from my shoulders. The black lace beneath, Xander’s favorite set, pushes my breasts high in a way he swears was made to torment him.
Clay groans against my neck. “Fuck, look at these tits. Been thinking about them all day.”
Joshua moves in close, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. The air kisses my skin as my breasts spill free, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The dim fairy lights that are strung over the bed catch the pale silver of my stretch marks, turning them into something almost luminous.
I don’t try to cover myself anymore. Not with them.
Joshua’s hand curves under one breast, lifting, admiring, and stroking my nipple before his mouth replaces his fingers. The heat of him makes me arch, a gasp catching in my throat.
Xander and Clay move in sync, guiding me back onto the bed and easing the last of my clothes down my legs until I’m bare beneath their hands.
“Open your pretty thighs for us, kitten,” Clay murmurs.
I do without second thought, knees bent, but Xander’s hands slide under my thighs and press them wider, opening me fully to them. Cool air hits my pussy, making me realize how wet I already am.
Xander and Clay settle between my thighs, shoulder to shoulder. Two dark heads, two tongues.
Fuck.
Joshua’s fingers lace through mine above my head, anchoring me as the first swipe of Xander’s tongue makes my back arch. Clay follows on the other side, licking up the inside of my thigh. They meet at my clit, their tongues tangling and sliding against each other and me.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, helplessly transfixed. “That’s so hot.”
“You’re the one who’s hot,” Joshua murmurs, kissing my gasp right from my lips.
The combination has me crying out into his mouth and my hips bucking into their faces.
“Fuck, taste her…” Clay groans before crashing his mouth against Xander’s. They kiss over my pussy, messy and open-mouthed as I watch, trembling, my breath coming faster.
Clay fists Xander’s hair, pulling him deeper and drawing a growl from him. In return, Xander nips Clay’s lower lip, then pulls away before diving back to my clit and sucking hard.
