Page 94 of Choose the Bears

“Does your baculum engage when you get head, because that seems kinda scary,” I asked Kyle.

“No, not anywhere else but inside you.” His lopsided smile had me grinning along with him. “It’s a mating thing, I think.”

“Maybe you need to demonstrate, just to make sure,” I suggested.

“You want…?” he asked.

“That’s pretty clear,” Lucas drawled, “and if you’re not keen, get the fuck out of the way.” His eyes when they met mine were full of heated knowledge. “Imogen’s throat feels so fucking good.”

“You gave him head as well?” Kyle grumped, right as his hands went to his jeans. The sound of his zip being jerked down was music to my ears. With a sigh, Asher eased me backwards so my head hung off the end of the bed, his kisses slow and lazy now down my throat. But it was Kyle that caught my eye because as soon as he had his cock out, mine widened.

“Jesus…”

Kyle looked down in concern, then shot me a smug smile when he realised why. Each one of them was blessed, but the penis fairy had been especially kind to him. Even thicker than the other two and longer, I admit I wondered if I’d bitten off more than I could chew.

“I… hope you don’t want me to deep throat that thing,” I said.

“I just want you, Imogen,” he told me, not moving closer until I waved him forward. “In anyway… fuck.”

I licked the bulbous head, his foreskin already retracted, the skin red and angry looking. His hiss of pleasure was everything.

Well, almost.

My injured hand went very carefully around Kyle’s base, but Lucas? I reached out blindly for him, my mate helpfully moving closer so I could pull his cock free and that’s when I felt an incredible sense of completeness.

My books had built sex up in my head, ill preparing me for the clumsy, messy, largely unsatisfactory nature of real sex, sothis moment was like coming home. Realising something you thought you’d never have was possible. That I could be sucking one dick and working another as Asher started to shift slightly inside me, provoking more pleasure, but it was more than who was doing what to who. It was the fact that this felt so damn right. Fated, preordained, whatever. I couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else but in their arms, and the fact I wouldn’t have to was what filled me with another kind of joy. One that carried me through their orgasms and mine, until everyone collapsed onto the bed.

“Bloody hell,I’m never moving again,” Kyle gasped, pulling me half onto his chest.

“I am. The considerate thing is to help clean our girl up afterwards,” Lucas chided. He returned with a hand towel and very carefully cleaned me up.

“You’re not sore?” Vigilant Asher was back in the room, moving to meet my heavily lidded gaze.

“Oh, I’m sore alright.” His frown had me pulling him down beside me. “Because that’s what happens when you get good dick. You rub me a little raw.” His frown got deeper. “Just enough to leave me feeling you afterwards.” I stroked my fingers through his hair and his eyes half closed for a second from pleasure. “Don’t worry, it’s a good thing. It’s like I’ll carry the impression of you throughout the day, feeling the ghost of you when I’m working in the kitchen.”

“Not today,” he growled, pinning me to the bed as he slid in next to me. “You feel me? It’s because I’m right beside you. I made sure the catering company has all the meals covered today.”

“Because you assumed we’d be having sex?” I asked, but I was already half asleep. Kyle was stroking my hair and Lucashad placed my feet on his stomach, massaging them as he laid across the bed.

“Because I wanted us to spend the day together as a sleuth.”

I went to roll towards him, but Kyle pulled me close, moving both of us so we lay on our sides. He pressed kisses into the nape of my neck as I stared sleepily at Asher.

“We’ll have lots of days,” I assured him as I grabbed his hand. “Lots and lots. Now, if you’re going to enter my dreams, keep it low key. No bad guys in forests. No crazy dream sex.”

“Dream. Sex?” Kyle asked.

I heard them as they discussed this in low voices, but only a little. They might have me pinned down, but sleep was coming for me, ready or not. It felt like I’d been waiting my whole life for a moment to truly relax, and now I had it, nothing would stop me.

But Phil Jackson had other ideas.

Chapter 50

Jesse

“How much?” I knew this tone of voice, this expression, but on Phil’s face it was twice as ugly. He’d sobered up a bit, but not by much, swaying slightly on his feet. The quote Greg had done up was flung back in his face. “I’m not paying that fucking much.”

“That’s fine,” my boss replied mildly. He clicked his fingers, and I slapped the grimy key ring into his hand. Greg went to hand it over to the owner, but Phil smacked it away.

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