Page 65 of The Companion Love Trap

Kieran smiled, his face so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself as I kissed him. I was so done for this man. He’d had my heart for so long when I hadn’t even known his name or face, but now that the man I’d known and loved was real, it only made it better. The words were on my tongue, but I held back, too scared I was jumping in too soon.

The walk back was quiet as I debated with myself, and I didn’t even realize we returned to the room until Kieran opened the door and covered my eyes before stepping in.

“What are you doing?” I asked, giggling.

In response, he dropped them and revealed Cruz and Jace naked on the bed with a chocolate cake in the middle of them.

“Happy Birthday, Everly.”

twenty-one

EVERLY

I sucked in a breath as my eyes took in everything, noticing the clock in the corner of their room: 12:01 AM.

Goosebumps dotted my skin as tears welled in my eyes, and emotions I wasn’t used to experiencing overwhelmed me. No one had ever done anything like this for me, so I wasn’t sure how to respond.

Did I cry? Too late for that one. And ew. I hated crying. I’d have to punish them for making me cry later.

Maybe I should hug them? No, probably not, since they were naked. Or did I have to get naked, too, so it was fair? Naked Hugs sounded like a game I’d like to play.

Eat the cake? What was the etiquette here? Did we need utensils? Did I have to share? I might be okay with sharing cocks, but I drew the line at chocolate cake.

Speaking of cock… Should I jump on their dicks like a carousel ride? Did I take turns, or was there a length of stay required? Did I need to clean out the vaginal attic between rides? Or was it a slip-n-slide situation where you just held on and hoped you didn’t fly off?

I blinked as I tried to formulate a plan that would work as all the thoughts tumbled over in my head. My brain had finally hit max overstimulation as I tried to process it all and landed solely in overwhelmed paralysis.

Hands cupped my face, the touch soft and yet commanding.

“Look at me, Meu Tudo.” I effortlessly followed his direction, glad to give up the nonsense in my brain. “I know exactly what you need. Let us take care of you.”

Companion Rule #11—quit fighting the tide and ride the wave.

My dress hit the floor a second later as cool air met my skin. I briefly thought about the wrinkles the dress would get, but the second lips landed on my shoulder I shut off my brain and focused on the sensations instead and closed my eyes.

Hands roamed my body, too many for me to count or track, as they covered every inch with their touch—my stomach, thighs, butt, and arms. Every little graze and brush of their fingers had me squirming as they made me feel desirable.

“On the bed, Firecracker,” Jace urged. I opened my eyes and noticed the cake was gone, so I climbed onto the bed, unsure how they wanted me. I’d never had this many men at once, and their attention was overwhelming.

Kieran had removed his clothes at some point and stood next to the other two now. Three dicks stared back at me, all different but glorious in their own right. Abs, tattoos, and happy trails beckoned me to touch with my fingers. The wall of man was a sight to behold.

Cruz was in the middle, his hand on his chin as he looked at me. When he seemed to have figured something out, he turned to Jace and then Kieran as he whispered something to them.

Jace nodded as he came toward me, his hands brushing my hair back as he kissed along my neck. He laid down on the bed and stretched his arms behind his head.

“Since you think I’m so good at tongue-fucking you, Firecracker, it’s time you honored me by sitting on my face.”

I gulped. “Are you sure?” I might be comfortable with my size and weight, but I didn’t want to suffocate my boyfriend out of some need to pretend I was light as a feather.

“Yup. I’ve been dying for the chance.”

I moved closer but stopped. “That’s what I’m afraid of… you dying. What would I tell your family or friends? He died from too much pussy juice? Death by cum-boarding?”

Jace snorted and pulled me closer. “I’m not going to suffocate. But if I did, it would be the best death ever, and all of my friends would high-five my ghost.” I chuckled, realizing how silly I sounded. He lifted his eyebrow. “You said pussy juice. I thought we couldn’t say that?” he teased.

I smacked him and rolled my eyes as I lifted up on my knees but then stopped again. “Wait. I still have Kieran’s cum in me.”

“Even better, Firecracker. Now, sit on my face and let me taste how your day has been.”

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