The idea of her pregnant with my baby had my body pulsing dangerously. I stared down at her.
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “Implant.”
Part of me was relieved, part disappointed. Still, I couldn’t move. Warm hands gripped my hips, pulling me out of the erotic stupor as I felt the mattress shift behind me.
“Kiss me,” Amy pleaded, pulling my head down.
Welcoming the distraction, I gave in.
To her kiss, to Rhys. To everything.
For the first time in my life, I was handing the reins over to someone else.
And I realized then that they were the only two I'd ever trust to hold on and not let me go.
Ignoring Rhys behind me wasn’t even an option. I heard the rustle of a condom being opened, felt the shift in the bed when he joined us. The way the man leaned over me, his warm, comforting weight didn’t detract from the anxiety I felt as the blunt head of his cock pressed against my asshole.
Damn.
Fuck.
Amy shifted; the friction of the smooth walls of her pussy had ecstasy shooting through me. It was almost enough to ease the sharp pain that ignited deep within me when Rhys pushed inside. My body stretched painfully around the intrusion, but I focused on breathing, letting the pain morph into pleasure.
“So tight,” Rhys groaned against my ear. “So fucking tight.”
Amy moved again, rocking her hips, exquisite pleasure slamming through me as my cock lodged deeper inside her body.
The next thing I knew, they were both fucking me. I could do little more than remain poised above Amy, her sweet softness beneath me, while Rhys plunged deeper and deeper into my ass with every thrust and retreat. My head was spinning, my brain obliterated by the intensity of it all. I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. I could easily get addicted to this. Having both of them at once. It was fucking incredible. More so than I'd ever expected.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed when Amy pinched my nipple.
“More,” she pleaded on a sigh. “Fuck me, Wolfe.”
Holding my hips still, I redirected my cock so that I was fucking into her every time Rhys slammed into me. Sweat broke out along my forehead as I tried to hang on, desperate to make Amy come before I let go. I wasn’t sure that was going to happen.
It was too much.
Not enough.
“Holy fuck,” I growled. “Fuck … me…”
Amy’s nails dug into my back as she cried out my name over and over. It took a second to realize she was coming. Once I did, my body took over, my cock swelling, my balls drawing up tight to my body.
“Rhys … oh, fuck… Gonna…” I roared my release as it barreled through me, every cell in my body overwhelmed by sensation.
Seconds later, Rhys groaned behind me, his body stilling as he let himself go.
Amy
I might’ve been slightly jealous of Wolfe.
I'd never seen something as incredibly beautiful as that man when he gave himself completely to someone else. It had stolen my breath and my heart at the same time. Then again, the look of pure ecstasy on Rhys’s face when he’d claimed Wolfe… I had felt that right down in my soul.
So, maybe I was a little jealous of both of them.
And now, as I lay between Rhys and Wolfe, I was scared to close my eyes. I wanted this night to last forever. I'd never felt more complete than I did right then, with these two men. It all felt a little surreal. Although the L word hadn’t been mentioned once tonight by anyone, I knew I'd been surrounded by it since I walked into Rhys’s house. Truthfully, I hadn’t felt anything even remotely close to this sort of emotion since before I met him.
Still, I had to wonder when this happy-go-lucky feeling was going to end. I knew it wouldn’t last forever. As much as I wanted it, my life wasn’t mapped out that way. I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. And that shoe just so happened to be a two-hundred-pound monster I was waiting to jump out at me around every corner.
