Page 50 of Gilded Kisses

Smooth. Warm. I want to run my tongue over every inch of him and then scream,MINE.

“Mm, I’ve missed your touch,” he groans. It’s a sexy sound so deep and rugged I want the world to melt away until it is just him and me. For a while. And then the other two can join.

Like honey over sun-kissed skin, I pour into his arms. My curves easily mold against him and it feels like we’ve been lovers forever.

“I’ve always loved you.” I’ve been dying to tell them all those words. Circumstances and luck have Luther being the first to hear them.

My godfather tucks a finger beneath my chin. A little pressure and he has my gaze on his.

Taking my hands in his, he kisses the backs reverently. Almost like he is ashamed of what is about to happen. “And I’ve known for a long time this moment is inevitable.”

“It’s been nearly a decade since I first confessed my desire for the three of you.”

“Yes,” Luther murmurs. “Time that should have never been stolen from us.”

His frustration is palpable.

“I signed the book,” I confess before I can stop what is happening between us and run for the nearest door. “I guess that makes me not as untouchable as before.” I hold Magnolia’swords of wisdom with both hands and hope they don’t reject me again.

“I saw your signature.”

“Luther, I’m scared.” God, please help me survive tonight. If they walk again, I will become a shell.

“The only thing to fear is living another day without tasting you.” His lips turn hungry against mine. Nipping, licking, and taking the plump flesh between his teeth.

Unrelenting fingers sink into my hair as my godfather takes what he needs from me.

And I do the same to him. Our tongues clash, fight and then caress.

“Mm,” I groan into his mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman.” I hear him, but I am too busy with the rest of him to pay much attention to his rumble of words.

Solid heat meets my palms when I dip my hands back into the open sides of his shirt. His hard pecs and smooth skin are irresistible, so I don’t try.

A fusion of hunger and desire mixes in the icy depths of Luther’s blue eyes. Viper is bold and takes, but Luther has you wanting him so badly that the sensation lingers for days after his touch.

Mirsha comes to the foot of the bed and holds a hand out. I fall to all fours and crawl across the bed to him. I don’t breathe in until his arms are around me and his heartbeat is in my ear. Large, calloused hands roam the expanse of my back. He holds me to him and for the first time in a very long time, I don’t hurt.

“Thousands of dollars in therapy wasted,” I murmur against his chest. Skin on skin. Body heat against body heat.Theyare my cure.

Viper takes me from his friend. “Didn’t I tell you a long time ago to let the energy of our connection pull us back together? Did I not?” His hand comes around the back of my neck. Our long hair spills around us. Tucked behind the curtains of black he kisses me. Slow and like it’s our first time.

“I told you,” he whispers and then moves his lips to my neck.

“Yes, you did. And I always thought those words were a lie so that I would let you walk away with less tears.”

“They were never lies.” We pull apart. Those amber eyes show me he believes this was meant to be.

I can’t find it in me to argue. It’s nice to pretend.

I settle back on my knees. “Let me see.” Fierce longing to encapsulate this moment in my memory won’t go away until I satisfy the urge. I reach for another lamp and flick it on.

Mirsha’s twisted smirk tells me he knows what I want. While Luther and Viper both lose their shirts, my other godfather pulls his belt loose. The crack of leather popping free of the loops is like lashes against my libido.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Fuck.

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