Page 63 of Nailing Studs

They went slow at first, finding a pace that would match with each other, Dominic lying back down and holding tight on to my waist so I wouldn’t move too much with each of Logan’s thrusts. When I opened my eyes once more, it was to find Taylor with his lips slightly parted as he watched the three of us in action.

Well, if he thought he was getting away that easily…

“Come here,” I told him, pointing to the spot next to me. “I want all of you.”

Dominic and Logan let out twin moans of arousal at the words, and I was surprised at how in control I felt despite the fact that two guys were penetrating me. Taylor got to his feet and took a spot next to me. I reached up to tug on his pants, but he brushed my hands away.

“I got this,” he murmured.

Still on my knees, I glanced down to see Dominic’s thick cock sliding in and out of my pussy as his eyes were open, his gaze flicking from me to Taylor. I loved how turned on they all were by watching me get fucked. Yes, there might have been a little playful jealousy between them, but it was nothing more than that.

Taylor cupped my chin with his hand, crouching down slightly, and guided my mouth to his cock. I parted my lips eagerly, and he slowly pushed himself into my mouth, an inch at a time, just the way I liked it. Just the way the two of us had enjoyed each other in the shower only a few days before. As soon as I felt his cock hit my tongue, I felt this wave of relief hit me. I had been holding out for this moment longer than I ever realized.

“You have no idea how good you look like that,” Taylor growled above me, pushing a strand of hair back from my face. Logan and Dominic, like me, seemed to have lost the power of speech, any articulation vanishing as the pleasure started to take over. I felt drunk on the three of them, a sensation that only intensified as they all began to fuck me at the same time.

My brain was wiped clear as all three of them moved. All I could do was breathe heavily. Logan’s cock pistoned in and out of my ass at a steady pace, Dominic thrust deep into my pussy, and Taylor shallowly fucked my mouth even as I craved more. The more they gave me, the more I wanted it, the more I knew that nothing but this would ever be able to satisfy my urges again.

I loved my men and couldn’t live without them.

I had no idea how long we were like that, all three of them inside me. I could have done it all damn day long if they’d been able to. The waves of pleasure hitting me from every angle— both mentally and physically—pushed me to unreal heights. But I wasn’t ready to come quite yet. It wasn’t until I heard Logan’s breathing growing more shallow behind me and realized that he was close that I found my orgasm swelling, building, rising. It was a tidal wave, ready to break, and I clenched every muscle below my waist tight, my hands balling to fists on the ground, and finally, the combination of sensations was enough, and my body gave out at last.

I couldn’t make a noise, stifled as I was by Taylor’s cock, but I didn’t need to—my men knew what was happening. Logan came almost the same moment I did, grunting loudly and thrusting one last time all the way into me as my ass clenched around his dick. Moments later, Dominic hit the same heights, his leg trembling against mine as he came hard. And then, Taylor, pushing his cock deep into my mouth, found his own release, his hands stroking my hair as he groaned and relaxed and erupted in my mouth.

They all took their time pulling out of me, leaving me feeling oddly empty but completely satisfied. I swallowed, then gulped for air and collapsed, Dominic holding me tight as I lolled on his body.

Taylor easily lifted me off Dom and carefully deposited me onto the couch. I curled up, pulling my feet up beneath myself, jaw still slack and body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. Taylor and Dom sank down on the couch on either side of me, and Logan headed to the bathroom to clean up as I slowly came back down to the real world.

I groped around for the words but none came to mind. Except for… “Holy fuck…”

“Yeah, no shit,” Dom agreed, stroking my hair. He snaked an arm around my shoulders and drew me close. “So if you’re thinking of saying no to that question we asked you earlier, you’ve got another thing coming,” he warned playfully.

I let my head sink back against him, knowing it was time to give my men the answer they deserved. Exhaustion hit then—hell, I’d been fucked almost every which way a woman could be fucked all at one time. Slowly the exhaustion became infused with a growing sense of enthrallment. This. I’d needed this, wanted this, yearned for this, all without knowing.

And now I was about to have it all…with just one word.

“Kayla?” Taylor’s voice held a tremble and his expression was wary. “You can say no. We don’t want you to, but it’s up to you.”

Logan made his way back into the room, a big grin on his face, then froze. “Wait—did something happen?” he asked, his eyes suddenly wary. “You all look so serious. Are you okay, Kayla? Is everything fine?”

Energy built inside me, taking over the exhaustion, and I sat up, grinning. “Forget ‘fine’—that’s a four letter word. Everything is great! Fantastic! Fabulous!” Thank you, Aunt Tabitha, I mentally whispered yet again.

My guys shifted nervously, but the worry and concern written all over their faces started to fade. I’d reassured them slightly, but I needed to give them more. Give them what they wanted—what they deserved. What I deserved. What we all did.

“I’m saying yes. Yes, yes, yes! Move in with me.” The happiness poured out of me the moment I said it.

“You’re sure you can handle it, Kayla? All of us?” Dominic asked, his brow still slightly furrowed.

“Are you guys sure you can handle me?” I laughed.

“Hell, yeah,” Logan replied, grinning.

“Because once we move in, once we claim you as ours…” Dominic looked at the other guys who all nodded, indicating they were on the same page. “We won’t be able to let you go.”

“I’m positive. And I never want you to let me go.” I had come to Fosterman for a reason—to start over, to find out who I was. And I’d discovered things about myself I never would have known had I continued to live in my “fine” little life. I was new—I was whole. And I was in love.

They exchanged looks that I couldn’t read and I held my breath.

“So?” I prompted them. “I said yes. Because I love you. I love you all so very much. Are you saying yes to me, too?”

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