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“So if that’s settled.” We all turned to see Gage approach the bed. I watched him pull off his old footy jersey up over his head and then shove his shorts off. “How did you want to spend the first day as our wife, Mrs Kennedy?”

“Oh…”

I had something glib to say, but the words died in my throat as soon as he crawled closer. We were having this sweet little moment, but the sight of him, naked and hard, had my thighs rubbing together. We might never get a wedding like they described, but a honeymoon? His body hovering over mine, those massive arms supporting his weight effortlessly as he stared down at me had my eyes, my hands roaming. To trace the shape of the tattoos that covered his body, to slide down, down, wanting that concrete evidence of his attraction for me in my hands, throbbing. But he jerked his hips away and then shook his head.

“Whaddya think, fellas? How about we show Kendall just what it would be like if we went on a honeymoon.”

“We still could, y’know,” Van said. “We’re almost done with the house we’ve been working on, and surely we have some leave saved up.”

“Since we’re the ones that dictate what leave entitlements we have, yes,” Connor replied drily. “Of course, there’s the matter of getting our fourth partner’s approval.”

I went to answer him, but he slid his hand under the shirt I was wearing. His skin felt like it seared mine. Everything had been clenched so tightly due to the stress of last night that his gentle touch couldn’t help but encourage me to relax. “Yes,” I said, to his question, to all their questions, to everything that might come. Yes to the potential of us, the possibilities. Connor smiled and dropped his head down, kissing me so slowly he had to have caught the hitch in my breath as the others tore my clothes off.

Chapter 56

Kendall

If this was the way it was going to be, married life would be awesome.

I was trying to be an active participant. When one of them got close I couldn’t help but run my hands down their chests then drop lower, but no sooner than I had initiated a caress, then they took over. My wrists were pressed up and over my head, only for me to pull them down again, but the second or third time that happened, Gage shook his head. He pulled away from kissing me very nicely down my neck and went to the end of the bed, grabbing my dressing gown from the back of the door and then pulling the soft tie free.

“What’s that for?” I started to shrink back on the bed but the other two held me fast. Van replaced Gage, kissing a trail down my neck as his hand clamped down on my belly and Connor threw a leg across mine, pinning me to the bed. “Gage? Gage?”

“You can’t be a good girl and just let us worship you?”

His smile was slow and cruel.

“Um… I’m trying to worship you right back,” I said.

“Don’t need that.” I could feel how hard Van was as he thrust against my thigh. “I’m on edge, baby, so the ‘worshipping’ wouldn’t take very long.”

“Never does,” Connor quipped, “but that’s why you have more than one boyfriend. One with stamina.”

Gage pulled the dressing gown tie tight.

“One who’ll put your pleasure first.” He reached over and looped the soft material around my wrists and then used it to tie me to the neat little hooks they’d built into the bedhead.

“I can do that,” Van protested. The other two nodded with exaggerated care, as if disbelieving everything he had to say. “I can.”

“So show me.”

I couldn’t believe the words were out of my mouth, but the impact was immediate. The pupils of his eyes dilated rapidly as he stared. My golden boy was shouldered aside, replaced by the man.

“Yeah?” Van’s hand slid under my shirt, shoving it up until it bunched around my neck, then my bra cup was shoved up too, his eyes transfixed by what he discovered there. “Jesus, Kendall…” His voice was hoarse, part curse, part prayer. “You’re the one that shreds my fucking control, drives me out of my mind.” He pushed his shorts down, freeing his dick to press back into my thigh. “All I want to do is bury myself in you—”

“But not yet.”

If Van was all heat, Connor was cool, moving to push my t-shirt up and as much out the way as he could before his hand slid under my to flick open my bra. The elastic band sagged and he pushed that away too. Just a tiny graze of his fingertips across my breast, not touching the nipple, even as my back flexed, trying to force him too. Connor smiled down at me as he watched me try. He snatched his hand back, but right as I went to curse, he settled down beside me.

Van pressed into one side and Connor into the other, yeah, married life was looking pretty damn fine, but right as I was glorying in the very special pleasure of being the meat in their hot guy sandwich, Gage reached down and pulled my shorts free. The cool air of the air-conditioner, his intent gaze, it had me gasping, right before my legs snapped tight together. Gage just shook his head and then dug his fingers in, pushing them wide.

“There’s no hiding this from me, not if there’s any gentleness in you.” As he brushed the backs of his fingers along my sensitive inner thigh, the others moved, mapping the slopes of my breasts with their mouths. “I need to see it.” Gage slid a single finger through me and there was no friction at all. “Nothing better than seeing how wet you are.”

One of those mouths pulled away and my eyes flicked open to see Van staring down the line of my body.

“How wet?” Two fingers slid along my seam, the sound they made as they passed making that clear, but Gage had to hold his fingers up to show Van how they glistened. “Fuck…” I liked the way Van groaned, as if I was an oasis and he was a man dying of thirst in the desert, something that was confirmed as he went to move away. “I need a taste—”

“Wait your turn.” Gage’s growl had Van’s eyes narrowing, the tension in his shoulders making clear he was ready to debate the issue, but Connor broke the tension.

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