Page 248 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

He doesn’t even deny it.

The room still looks like a pillow grenade exploded in it. Feathers drift across the hardwood floors. One of the couch cushions is upside down. Daisy is zooming between furniture like she’s possessed.

And somehow this is the happiest I’ve seen all of them in weeks.

Julian drops backward onto the couch dramatically, grinning at the ceiling. “I think we should commemorate this moment.”

“I agree,” I shoot back with a smirk.

I grab hold of him and drag his lips to mine.

There’s a moment before his mouth touches mine where I see his eyelashes flutter and his lips soften; his cocky humor melts into something open and unguarded.

Eventually, he pulls back from the kiss with a gasp, and Xander is already there.

Xander kisses me. I thread my fingers into his hair and he bites my bottom lip lightly, pulling back to meet my gaze.

He’s about to say something, I can feel it loaded between his teeth, but Gabe’s hands are already on my hips, tugging me onto his lap.

Gabe pulls me in like gravity, thumb brushing behind my ear, mouth soft and coaxing, and when he finally puts his tongue in my mouth I whimper like I haven’t had him before.

There’s heat in my veins and feathers still falling everywhere, and the appreciative noise Gabe makes at the back of his throat does nothing to help.

“Want you,” I mumble into his mouth, distracted enough that I barely realize Julian is already shoving pillows onto the floor to make room for us.

Xander’s hands are warm as he slips my shirt up and off, catching the fabric at my shoulders and tugging me back, slotting his mouth over the highest point of my spine before he even finishes peeling the cotton away.

He palms my ass and works the fly of my jeans, pushing me forward into Gabe’s lap.

The motion presses me flush against the line of Gabe’s body, his cock hard and hot through his thin sweatpants.

Julian’s hands are already between my legs, his palm cupping me through my underwear. The sensation sends a lightning bolt through my spine, a moan trembling out with it.

Gabe’s hands never leave my body, even as Xander gets my jeans all the way off. I’m straddling Gabe, but it’s Julian who moves behind me, bracketing his legs around mine with his hands sliding up my torso, cupping my breasts lightly and then harder when I arch against him.

Even with three of them, it’s never enough. I want more; I want to be devoured. I want to be the only thing they see.

Xander, kneeling in front of me now, kisses the inside of my knee first, then the softest bite at the softest patch of skin just inside my thigh, his eyes fixed on mine, his grin reckless and hungry. Every sensation dances up my spine, feathery at first, then immediate, a tingle so electric I nearly yelp.

“Wow,” I breathe, and Julian’s mouth curls against my neck.

Xander nudges my legs apart. His tongue, when it finds the wet cotton of my underwear, makes me stutter a breath so loud it startles even me.

Gabe holds my hips in place. Julian, chest pressed up against my back, nips along my shoulder until my bones tingle, and he’s making the kind of growling sound that vibrates through the bones of my back.

I’m half on Gabe’s lap, half off, and the urge to grind down and chase every flick of Xander’s tongue is so overwhelming I can barely suck in air.

Gabe turns my head to kiss me, and I lose the fragile grip I have on dignity.

Under the relentless pressure of Xander’s tongue and Julian’s roaming hands, I go weightless between them. I don’t remember closing my eyes, but somehow, it’s all sensation layered over blackness. The taste of Gabe, the scrape of Julian’s teeth, the heat of Xander’s mouth wet through cotton.

One of them moans and then Xander is tugging my underwear aside, tongue slick and hungry, and I lose the thread of what he’s doing, the pressure and friction and heat of it, until I’m keening right into Gabe’s mouth.

The noise I make is humiliating, but they all react to it. Julian sucks a mark onto my shoulder, Gabe grips my jaw like I’ll float away if he doesn’t hold me tight.

Xander’s tongue moves fast and then impossibly slow, like he’s savoring every stutter of my hips, every tremor shivering down my thighs. My head lolls onto Julian’s shoulder, hair in my mouth, which he tugs aside so he can bite at my ear and whisper something filthy and perfect.

“Please,” I gasp, and Xander laughs against me, warm and smug.