Page 38 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

I can’t help it. I want this. I wanthim, even though wanting him makes me feel greedy, like I should absolutely be satisfied with thetwo men I’ve already got.

He releases me from the kiss. I find my hands drifting down his torso, tracing the outlines of his hard, thick muscles, hot to the touch and shifting under his deep golden skin.

“Gavin,” I whisper.

I wonder if he suspects what I’ve been up to, or if he knows. Dalton and Cash don’t seem the type to kiss and tell, but then, this is all so new to me that I’ve got no idea where the boundaries are.

“I do like it when you say my name,” he says. Now both his hands are on my ass, squeezing hard, sending bolts of anticipation shuddering through my body.

I pause for a moment, not precisely sure how to word what I’m going to say next.

“Out with it,” he commands.

“I’m already sleeping with Cash and Dalton and it’s not a problem, but I just thought I should tell you?” I say, all in one breath.

Gavin just smiles.

Then he grabs my ass and lifts me onto a countertop, pushing my knees apart. Automatically I wrap my legs around him and squeeze, his fingers now under my shirt, on my spine.

“Didn’t sound much like sleeping,” he says.

He kisses me hard before I can respond, our tongues tangling together until I’m breathless.

He heard us? Can Slate hear us, too?

“Itsoundedas if you quite enjoyed being shared,” he goes on, his lips grazing along my jaw, my neck. “I have to admit, I was the tiniest bit jealous.”

My breath catches in my throat. Underneath my shirt, Gavin undoes my bra, pushing it over my breasts with his thumbs.

“Don’t be,” I manage to pant as he circles his rough fingers around my nipple, and I shiver.

“I’m not any longer,” he says, pinching me.

I gasp, my legs tightening around him. Gavin sucks at the delicate skin on my neck, rocking me against him. Despite the layers of fabric between us, I can feel the huge, lard length in his pants, practically bursting through the seams.

He lifts my shirt overhead, my bra coming with it. The cool air of the kitchen hits my skin, sending goosebumps all over me and puckering my nipples, but I don’t care. He sucks one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, teasing me, then moves to the other. I rest my head against the cabinets behind me, still gasping for air, a moan escaping my lips.

Gavin scoots me to the edge of the counter, unzips my jeans, tosses one knee over his shoulder. I grab onto the cabinets behind me for support, my hand scrabbling for purchase on the kitchen counter as he slides his hand into my undone jeans, his fingers finding my clit instantly.

“Gavin,” I gasp, head back, eyes closed.

“You’re just begging to get fucked on this kitchen countertop, aren’t you?” he muses, his fingers slowing circling me, his voice promising pure sin. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get enough last night, I’m quite sure I heard you come twice andbegCash to fuck you harder.”

I squirm on the counter, trying to get his fingers to move faster, bring me relief from the ache in my core.

“That was a long time ago,” I whisper, lifting my hips toward him.

“Too long, it seems,” Gavin says.

His hand slides down, two fingers fitting neatly inside me. He strokes my sensitive front wall and I moan, louder than before, my hand going to his wrist as if I can get more from him.

Instantly, it’s reversed, my wrist in his other hand as his fingers move inside me with the same rhythm as ever. He holds it to my side, something coming alight in his eyes as he does.

He moves faster, harder, his thumb now on my clit as his fingers work inside me. It’s not what Ireallywant, but it feels so good that I can’t stop moaning, struggling against his hold even though it’s useless.

Gavin doesn’t bother teasing me. He knows I’m on edge, completely at his mercy, ready to do anything he wants me to, and he works me hard and fast, right there on the kitchen countertop.

I come hard, gasping for air. My toes are curling, and I arch my back, pressing my head against the cabinets behind me. I think I’m whimpering with pleasure, but I can’t even tell over the white noise in my head, the sound of my own pulse racing.

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