Page 13 of Three Billionaire Grooms and Not the Right Bride

I look at myself one more time in the mirror before I make my decision. I have to tell them I’m leaving, that I want an annulment, and this time they’ll see seriousness on my face.

I find them in the living room, freshly showered and clad in jeans and t-shirts, ready for dinner.

They turn when I walk into the room. And my heart bursts right open.

Oh shit. I’m not only addicted to them. I have, against all common sense, fallen in love with them.

I open my mouth, but no words come out. So I try again.

“I normally do stupid things when I’m panicked, but this time I didn’t need to be panicked to do the stupidest thing of all. I fell in love with each of you, and now I have to leave.”

That was not what I meant to say. Oh god, Hadley. Please, can the floor part and the ground suck me up?

Chapter Eleven

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Hadley

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“What the fuck took you so long, woman?” they each growl at me.

Before my next breath, I’m swept into their arms, and I keep them locked against me as tightly as they do me. Each one of them kisses me differently.

Edison is dominant. Cristian is protective. Dayton pushes me over the edge, then catches me before I fall.

While Dayton and Cristian strip me of my clothes, Edison takes my nipple into his mouth and, between sucks and nibbles, takes me to another sphere altogether.

My knees buckle when Cristian slips in next to him and repeatedly licks his tongue across the nipple of my other breast until I’m shaking with need.

I yelp in surprise to find Dayton down on his knees before me. He lifts my leg and tosses it over his shoulder, and then I feel his lips travel up my thighs to my drenched center.

A flood of shyness washes over me. It’s so intimate I want to shut my thighs close, but Cristian sinks his teeth into my nipple while Edison reaches behind me, slides his finger through my wetness, and then probes my bottom hole with the same finger. I can barely stand on my own two feet when Dayton eventually lays his mouth over my pussy and draws me in so deeply, my spine turns to jelly.

“Ours,” Dayton says, looking up at me as he licks my wetness off his lips before he tastes me again. I couldn’t stop the orgasm charging through me if I had superhuman strength.

My climax is so powerful, I worry I might pass out, so I frantically search for their cocks, my actions based on nothing but female instinct. I need to anchor myself with their shafts in my hands, in my mouth. My greed is so all-consuming, I’ve turned feral.

They don’t disappoint as they unbutton their jeans and their cocks slip out. I take an immediate step back. I’m overwhelmed by their size and suddenly frightened that taking them inside me is truly going to hurt.

“Touch us,” Edison instructs.

Tentatively, I reach my hand out.

“No,” he says. “Wet your hand first.”

Initially, I don’t understand him, but then I do. They want me to touch myself, wet my hand, and then touch them.

I close my eyes, but then Dayton orders me to keep them open and fixed on them. Blood red with a mixture of need and mortification, I touch myself, sinking my fingers into my wetness and then spreading it over the heat of their shafts, painting the thick knot of veins with my essence. I keep going back for more, pushing my fingers deeper inside me, and every time I do, their cocks get bigger.

“Now suck us, sweetheart, and see what we taste like together.”

I do, and our combined tastes are addictive. I’m in a frantic loop of dipping into my wetness, spreading it over them, and then sucking them so deeply their pre-cum mixes with my wetness.

But soon my essence is not enough.

“I can’t get deep enough inside me,” I cry helplessly.