Page 61 of Nailing Studs

“Hmm,” I said, wiping my tears and turning back on my sassy voice. “I don’t know. All four of us? Living in this house? Are you sure it would work out? All of us in one bed? Because while I have a vague recollection of that going fairly well…”

The three of them snorted simultaneously, and I shrugged, eyes purposefully wide. “Hey, it’s been so long, you can’t blame me for wanting to get in another session before I give you such an important answer, right?”

“Damn straight, woman,” Logan said with a grin.

“Of course.” Dominic’s voice held that throaty tension again.

“So, what do you have in mind?” Taylor asked, his eyes already blazing with desire.

“Instead of telling you, why don’t I show you?” I turned and glanced coyly over my shoulder, then led the three of them to the living room. There, I downed the rest of my glass of champagne and looked out of the enormous window that stared out over the driveway. Chewing my lip, I wondered how likely it was that someone was going to drive up and catch me with the three of them. And then I remembered—I didn’t care and neither did they.

We weren’t hiding anything.

“Kayla, what are we doing?” Taylor asked.

I finished the rest of my drink and placed it down on the coffee table that Logan had lovingly restored the week before. It looked amazing, the light wood matching the rest of the furnishings. Could Tabitha have known, that day, that her simple act of encouraging me to do something naughty would lead to this? That she’d given me the key to my inner warrior woman that day, a key I’d misplaced for far too long?

“We’re here to admire your handiwork, of course,” I replied, and with that I pushed down the straps of the top I was wearing, letting them fall off my arms. I hadn’t bothered wearing a bra underneath, figuring it was only going to get in the way this evening. I felt the atmosphere in the room change when the three of them figured what was about to happen, and I smiled to myself and closed my eyes. I loved having the three of them stare at me, knowing that in a minute, I’d have more than just their gazes all over my body.

“More?” I asked without turning around. I had imagined this so many times since the first time the four of us had fucked together. That night, I’d been so distracted by the shock of what had happened, I couldn’t manifest any more of my fantasies. This time, however, I was prepared. And this time, I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to get my hands all over every single one of them.

“More,” Taylor murmured. He moved toward me and covered my hands with his. I felt a sense of rightness—Taylor had been my first among these men, and it seemed right he was the first now, as we entered into this new realm.

I let him take control, focused on the feeling of his fingers as he undressed me. He pulled my shirt off first, lifting my arms above my head and running his fingers over my waist as he did so. Tossing it aside, he reached up to cover my breasts with his hands. He hooked his chin over my shoulder and let out a soft groan. Firmly, he continued stripping me down, for the benefit of everyone else in the room, too.

Then, Taylor got to his knees behind me and undid my pants from behind, slowly easing them down over my hips and off my body, leaving me in only my panties. The angle he was at behind me reminded me of when Logan had eaten my ass out just a few months before. I grinned at the memory. And then, tantalizingly, Taylor hooked his fingers around my panties and pulled them down, leaving me completely naked in my living room and at the mercy of these three men who I’d come to love more than anything in the world.

Love.

The breath whooshed out of my lungs. That was the first time I’d really allowed myself to think that word about them. But, here with the three of them, after hearing what they’d offered, what they wanted, my heart beating double-time in my chest, I knew that it was the truth. I loved them, each and every one of them, and there was nothing I could do to render than untrue.

But before I could linger on the thought any more, Taylor got back to his feet and turned me around so I was facing Logan and Dominic head on. I bit my lip and fluttered my lashes in a coy fashion, as though this had just all happened by accident to little ol’ innocent me.

“You like?” Taylor asked, kissing lightly across my shoulder and my neck as his hand strayed down over my ass.

“I like,” Logan growled. “Trade me places.”

Taylor bit my neck, gentle enough not to hurt but hard enough to make me gasp, then stepped aside to allow Logan to come behind me. As Taylor stepped back, Logan’s fingers spread my asshole. He probed me gently, making me groan with pleasure.

“Don’t move,” Dominic murmured, moving to me. I looked up at Taylor as he sank down into the chair opposite me to watch this unfold. He always liked to watch. I remember the way he had looked down at me in the shower, when I had been sucking his cock, the look on his face as I’d made him come with my mouth, and felt a jolt of pleasure at the memory.

Dominic sank to his knees in front of me. I looked down at him, running my fingers through his hair as he planted a kiss on each of my thighs, as though that was the secret code that opened my legs. Oh, but it was. He pushed my knees apart slowly, kissing along my thin strip of pubic hair and slowly bringing his mouth to my pussy. He wasn’t fucking around, wasn’t waiting, and I was glad for it. Logan still gently played with my ass, getting me warmed up for what I knew he’d wanted all along, making me wet and ready for more.

Dominic’s mouth finally found my clit, and I sank back against Logan, who laid his hand flat against my belly to keep me upright. God, this felt good…it wasn’t just the physical sensations of what they were doing to me, but also the knowledge that they wanted me so badly. They were in my thrall, just as I was in theirs. I stole a look at Taylor, who had leaned forward in his seat to watch us a little more closely; I loved the way he observed us, his face impossible to read, like he was trying to work out exactly what he wanted to do next, how he wanted to add his two cents.

Dominic sucked softly on my clit with steady pressure as Logan first dipped his finger into my pussy to get it wet, then pushed his finger into my ass. I could feel his breath getting quicker and quicker behind me, more ragged around the edges, and I knew I wanted the same thing he did.

“Good?” Taylor asked, drawing my attention to him. I nodded, gasping as Dominic increased the pressure between my legs.

“Tell me what they’re doing to you,” Taylor ordered, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. I opened my mouth, trying to ground myself enough to come out with it.

“Dominic’s eating my pussy…” I moaned, reaching down to touch him as Dominic slipped his hands around my thighs and pulled me even closer. “And Logan…”

I trailed off as Logan pushed another wet finger into my ass, a jolt of pain mellowing into pleasure almost at once at the new sensations. I’d not thought much about anal play before, but now that Logan had introduced me to it, I had a feeling I was going to grow an addiction as intense as his.

“Tell him, baby,” Logan murmured, biting down on my ear to bring me back to earth.

“And Logan is fingering my ass,” I groaned. Taylor let out this low growl, as though satisfied by what he had heard.

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