Page 92 of Ten Hammers

As if he can read my thoughts, he palms my breast, and his fingers caress my nipple. I moan, and he pulls away, leaving me whimpering as the space between us grows empty and cold.

“Diesel,” I whine.

Three laughs surround me.

“Wow,” I hear, and I know it’s Diesel.

The next kiss is Axel. It’s strong from the get-go, his lips commanding mine. He’s the sweetest guy in the world but I suspect he’s bold and commanding in bed. It’s a place I’ve never been with him, and as his hands grip my hips, his thumbs stroking my belly, I’m so aware of how close the giant bed is. And how much I want to be in it with Axel. And Diesel. And Cruz.

I push my mouth into his, wanting more, and my cheek bumps his glasses. When Axel pulls away, I’m practically panting. “Axel.”

The next kiss is a trick. They really are adorable for thinking this would be a challenge. I know my boys. I don’t need to see them to tell them apart. Even under a sugary layer of melted marshmallows and chocolate on their tongues, the scents of them before we even touched are as distinct to my senses as the taste of them when our mouths meet.

But I play. I let Axel – this time with his glasses off – kiss me, again. I let his hands skim my tits, squeezing. I let his tongue steal every last sense in my head, other than the ability to kiss for dear life, and rock my hips into him.

“Axel, that wasn’t very nice of you. It was Cruzie’s turn,” I say when he pulls away.

He laughs, and then it’s Cruz in front of me for real this time.

When Cruz kisses me, he brushes his lips across mine with just the barest hint of contact. I smile against his mouth.

“Hi, Cruz,” I say, biting back a laugh.

He takes my face in his hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks. “Damn you’re good, Win.”

He whispers the words into my hair, his breath hot against my ear. Then his tongue teases my earlobe. He gives it a playful little nip as he moves his hands down to my breasts. Running a thumb over the tight bud of my nipple, he says, “Will one of you please dare me to motorboat Win?”

Diesel snorts but Axel groans. “Good God, Cruz.”

“Good God is right,” Cruz says, kissing my hair, and squeezing my tits. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve got the sweetest heaven in my hands.”

“I beg to differ,” Diesel says.

I perk up at the feel of movement behind me. An arm wraps around my waist from behind and then Diesel’s murmurs, “The sweetest heaven is right about… here.”

One of his hands parts my thighs, slipping between them, while his other hand palms my ass. “And this is a close second.”

Diesel’s expert fingers rub against me through my pants while Cruz gently kneads my tits. I moan. My knees are weak. And of course, I’m wet as hell.

And then a hand takes my jaw, and it’s Axel turning my face toward him. His mouth covers mine just as Diesel brushes my clit with his thumb, just right, and Cruz grazes my nipple with his teeth.

My brain suddenly can’t deal with the number of hands or something because all thoughts in my head other than holy shit! And ohh my God, more, more, more! are long gone.

“Okay, Win,” Cruz says, his voice huskier than I’ve ever heard it before. “I dare you to take off all my clothes and fuck me right here, darlin’.”

I laugh against Axel’s lips, but it’s not like I’m not tempted to take Cruz up on the offer.

“Wait,” Diesel says “Let’s slow things down a little, shall we?”

“Easy for you to say, Alice,” Cruz growls. “You’ve already been to Wonderland.” Then he says, “Fine. I dare you to play Seven Minutes in the Tent with me, Win.”

Axel frowns against me before pulling away and suddenly I’m alone again, and I hate that I can’t see them, or touch them.

“Seven minutes is all you’ll need, buddy?” Diesel teases, and his tone sounds good natured enough, but I suddenly don’t want to lose three pairs of hands on my body. Or three pairs of lips against my skin.

Oh my, God, am I really thinking about that?

“Untie me now, please,” I ask, and within a breath the blindfold is off and my hands are free.

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