Page 31 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

PAIGE

Oh my God. This is actually happening. I’m not daydreaming, right?

Jake is pressed against my very exposed back, his hand tangles in my hair to lean me back for a kiss. It’s chaste, soothing, like I’m going to need it. Maybe I will with the three of them. It’s not like I have much experience with men or sex.

A second of eye contact has me mesmerized. I knew thatsirshit got him riled up, and now, I know exactly why. I bite my lip at him, but the moment ends when Henry swings me onto the couch—albeit, gently.

I yelp at the cold leather under me, a bit giddy and giggly from a night full of champagne and hardly any food. But I can barely breathe as he spreads my thighs and drops between them. I understood Jake’s order. In theory.

Henry’s warm mouth spreads kisses down my thigh, and I cry out softly when his thumb brushes along my center over my scant panties.

Eli shifts on the other side of Henry, watching me like…like he’s hungry. Starving. And all of that tightly toned and tannedflesh on display has me biting my lip again. Especially with his hard-on straining against his flannel pants.

Reality hits me for a split second. I’m going to have that cock inside of me. Oh fuck.

My breathing turns labored before I peer down at Henry again. He’s slipping my panties down my legs, tossing them to the other side of the couch before descending on my core. Heat overwhelms me and suction. Shoulders flying back against the cushion, I arch into the feeling.

Big hands spread me further, tip me up for his tongue to slide into me. The pleasure has me gasping, biting back a moan.

I’ve never been so exposed, but it’s hard to remember as Henry devours me. Those big hands caressing me softly, thumbs drawing circles on my inner thighs, fingers gripping my ass cheeks. Every small move has my hips undulating, rubbing myself against his face.

His growl has his mouth sucking at my clit again, and the bump up in pleasure yanks a loud moan out of me.

“Fuck.” Eli’s features have gone stormy, and he grips himself over his flannels in small squeezing strokes.

That’s all for me.

God, it turns me on. And I’m molten, writhing under Henry’s attention. My hands clench against the leather cushion.

Jake leans down to take my hand, uncurling my fingers and guiding me to grab onto Henry’s hair. “Show him that you like it.”

I rake my hand through Henry’s hair, and when he sucks on me again, I clamp my grip and pull him harder against me.

His shoulders roll, and the noise that vibrates up my core has me shaking.

All I can see is Jake’s smile. A real one with teeth.

Fuck, I’m done for. Henry must sense it as he laves at my clit, sliding a finger into my pussy.

I cry out from the pressure and the pleasure that comes with it.

Another finger joins the first, stretching me and searching for a spot that has my toes curling. I know I’m making obscene noises, but I can’t hear them past the blood rushing through my ears.

Oh, fuck. Oh, God.

It’s so much, but it’s not enough, and I hang there as he thrusts those fingers—tap, tap, tapping.

Every muscle shakes as I reach for the end. Please. Please, just let me come.

But my body makes me wait, and I’m spiraling, reeling, and when I finally shatter, universes crash and explode behind my eyelids.

Catching my breath, I come back to Henry laying soft kisses across my stomach, a low hum in the back of his throat.

Jake isn’t smiling anymore, his dark determination returning. I want that smile back. I want another. I didn’t get to examine just how boyish and handsome he looks when he gives me the full thing.

Jake’s knee dips onto the cushion beside mine, and he brushes his thumb over my mouth, pulling my lip from between my teeth before bending to kiss me. The sweep of his tongue in my mouth renews the heat low in my belly.

When he retreats an inch, he brushes his nose against mine, hand deep in my hair as he looks me over.

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