He growled and I shoved his face into the pillow, doing my best to ruin him for any other man.
Not that there would be another man. This ring spoke volumes.
He’d chosen me.
Danica had chosen me.
And now she was watching me fuck him.
It wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before, many times. The ways the three of us could be together, share our love for each other, were pretty much endless, and I was determined to remind them of that on a daily basis.
Ash loved watching me fuck Danica. He loved it when we shared him. And he loved it when I took charge, took over his body. When I pounded into him, hit that pleasure spot deep inside that made him shake and made him grind his head into the pillow.
So I did that for him, with pleasure.
I’d do anything for him. For her.
For us.
I reached out and grasped her hand. I could feel her leg pressed to mine. Our fingers laced together.
Ash squeezed along my length, his muscles bunching, and rocked his hips back into me, and the pleasure almost knocked me out.
I gasped and swore.
I was aware, dimly, of Danica’s face, so close to mine. I could barely see her though the haze of sparks and pleasure. I found her lips and kissed her, hungry and deep, as I rode Ash in a desperate, stilted rhythm… so close to coming, I shuddered with every thrust.
He squirmed beneath me and gasped for air, and I knew I could make him come like this. But that would hardly be fair to Danica. She wanted him, too.
She liked sharing him with me as much as he liked being shared.
So, I rolled to the side, taking him with me so he was lying on his side, facing her. She shifted close, pressing against him, her hand slipping immediately around his cock as his hand went to her breast. He was rock hard, the head of his cock plump and red, and she smoothed her thumb over his piercing, making him shudder.
My dick jerked, impossibly hard inside his tight heat as he squeezed me.
I slowed my thrusts, just trying to hold on.
Danica rubbed him up and down, slow, kissing him, biting his lip, as I watched. With a sharp gasp, he started to come—and she hiked her knee up over his hip and pushed his cockhead inside her pussy. Ash growled through his teeth, burying his face in her throat as she pushed herself onto him. I imagined the hot jets of his come spurting inside her, and the pulsing need inside me broke loose.
I gripped his hip and gave it to him. I couldn’t hold it back anymore.
My whole body shuddered and bucked as I came. As the pleasure rolled through me in a hot, explosive wave. I moaned, pressing my lips to the back of his neck, smothering myself in his scent as I emptied into him.
I reached for Danica, my hand slipping between her legs. She opened her thighs to my touch, and I swirled my fingers around the place where they were joined.
Then I lifted my fingers to Ash’s mouth, slipping them between his lips. He bit down, licking her taste from my skin with a helpless groan.
“I love you,” I murmured into his skin.
My fingers slid from his mouth, and I slipped my hand around the back of Danica’s neck, mindful of her new tattoo—my name—as I tugged her closer. I watched her kiss him again. Then she kissed my wrist, the palm of my hand. I stroked her hair back from her face.
I could see the ring on my finger.
I could hardly believe it was real, but there it was. Heavy and glinting in the dim morning light.
I sighed and collapsed next to him, pulling out.
Ash reached back and draped a heavy, possessive arm over my waist as he sighed in turn. Danica snaked her arm over his waist, reaching for me. She trailed her fingertips through my chest hair. “It’s really wet over here,” she sighed, and I laughed.
