Page 32 of Wicked Heiress

Another nod.

Rhys slid off the bench, dropped to his knees, and moved between my thighs, pushing Cole away. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

I did as he instructed, and he rewarded me by kissing my pussy. His tongue slipped between my folds, his lips glistening with my juices.

He looked up at Cole before licking me straight down the center. “Forbidden fruit tastes so much sweeter. You should taste her, Marshall.”

He gripped the backs of my thighs and lifted my ass off the bench, sucking my clit into his mouth. Cole tucked himself back into his shorts, staring at me with wonder. I could tell he had a hard time processing what we did. He fought his attraction to me for so long, only for Rhys and his games to push him outside his comfy bubble.

“Eyes on me, princess.”

I looked down at the gorgeous man between my legs. But instead of following Rhys’s order, I grabbed the collar of Cole’s shirt and brought his lips to mine. “Kiss me.”

He rested his forehead against mine. “Grace, what are you doing to me?”

“I won’t tell anyone. This stays between the three of us.”

“Kiss her, Marshall,” Rhys said between licks.

I was shocked Rhys wasn’t the jealous type. He was an alpha like Cole and didn’t seem like someone who wanted to share a woman. But he didn’t mind one bit. And I liked that I didn’t have to choose between them.

I pressed my lips to Cole’s as Rhys split me in half with his tongue.

I could die and be happy.

Cole’s hand moved to the back of my head, deepening the kiss. My first kiss with Rhys was soft and gentle, becoming more aggressive with each flick of his tongue. But with Cole, it was like our tongues were dancing.

We were in sync, moving in harmony, melting into each other’s arms. He captured each of my moans, helping Rhys get me to the finish line again.

And by the time our lips separated, I was panting. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

He sighed, holding me tight. “Me too.”

Chapter Eighteen

COLE

I couldn’t believe I just did that. With them. Rhys had a way of getting under my skin and making me do things outside my comfort zone. I’d never even shared a woman with my friends.

I felt so out of control, anxiety tearing through my chest. Order calmed me and gave me a sense of peace. And at that moment, I felt anything but at ease.

When the gondola reached the bottom, Rhys helped Grace down to the landing and led her to the confession stand. I chased after them, still unable to catch my breath from mentally freaking the fuck out.

“I’m starving.” Rhys rubbed his flat stomach over his shirt. “I worked up an appetite eating your pussy.” He glanced at Grace and winked. “What do you want, princess?”

“Ummm…” She rocked back and forth on her heels, staring at the menu. “Funnel cake sounds good. What is it?”

Rhys pointed at the fried pastry covered with powdered sugar.

She licked her lips. “Yeah, I want one of those.”

Rhys angled his body to look at me. “Marshall?”

“Hot dog,” I told him.

What the fuck was going on with us? This was so out of character for Rhys and me. We didn’t act like friends. We didn’t even hang out at the academy.

I kissed Grace.

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