Page 104 of Honey Bee Hearts

Rhett steps in front of me. With his fingers on my chin, he lifts my face until I’m forced to look up into his eyes. The sadness in his nearly kills me, and I want nothing more than to hold him close and tell him that I won’t ever find anything that’ll change how I feel about him, but I don’t. I can’t. Not when I know the outcome. That’ll somehow make things more painful.

His thumb caresses my jaw as he studies my face. Slowly, he leans down, his lips a hairbreadth from mine, as if he’s scared to kiss me but really wants to. I lean up, closing the distance, tasting his pain and desire. It’s a gentle kiss at first, a sweet one. His lips move softly against mine, his beard scraping against my skin, and I lean closer, my fingers clenching in his shirt.

Someone else grabs me from behind and spins me, and then I’m kissing Gunnar, his kiss more desperate, hungrier than any of his kisses before. His hand threads into my hair as he kisses me, pulling it back from my shoulder. A body presses against my back before lips appear where my hair had been, kissing, nipping. I gasp into Gunnar’s mouth, and he swallows it down like a secret only meant for him. Hands trail along my body, caressing, driving me insane. My heart beats wildly in my ears, threatening to drown out all sounds, but the gentle movement of fabric and husky moans are so loud, I can still feel them in my chest.

Gunnar pulls back and Colt is there, his hand tight in my hair as he claims me. Unlike the others, Colt lets me have it, feeding me all his hatred, all his anger, every emotion that refuses to fall from his lips. He snarls against my lips and sweeps his tongue inside and part of me feels as if he’s trying to consume my soul, as if that’ll change anything. I pant against him, my thighs clamped together as he thoroughly kisses me. Gunnar and Rhett trail their hands across my body, teasing, exploring. They step back only when Colt spins me to face Trent. Trent doesn’t say anything as Colt reaches for my shirt and strips it over my head. Trent’s eyes drop to my breasts where they hide inside my bra. Colt makes quick work of it, exposing my chest to their eyes.

Trent’s ironclad control slips and I can see his yearning for the first time.

“She’s leaving,” Colt tells him. “We give her memories to take with her.”

Trent looks at Colt over my shoulder, but doesn’t move, so Colt gently coaxes me forward until I’m standing right in front of him, until I’m looking up into his eyes.

“Kneel for her,” Colt groans. “Worship her.”

Slowly, Trent sinks to his knees, his eyes on mine the entire time, and I nearly come from that alone. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. As he looks up at me, he reaches for the waistband of my jeans and slowly unbuttons them. He eases them over my hips, down, down, until he helps me step out of the legs. He’s careful over my prosthetic, being as gentle as possible. Colt’s hands come around me and cup my breasts, caressing them before squeezing them together. Trent leans forward and presses his lips there, sucking, rolling my nipples between his teeth and driving me insane.

“Fuck,” Rhett groans. The sound of clothing being removed meets my ears a moment later and I turn my head in time to see him strip completely bare, his cock standing proud in frontof him. He wraps his hand around the base of it and strokes, his eyes liquid fire as he watches Trent explore me and Colt stroke me.

“Come kiss her,” Colt tells him. “Let her touch you.”

Like an orchestra conductor, Colt takes charge, his movements sure and confident. He doesn’t waste time trying to figure things out. He just commands and no one seems concerned with that. No one argues. In fact, Rhett immediately comes over and grabs a fistful of my hair, his lips on mine even as I reach for his length and start to stroke. His breath stutters against my lips as he deepens the kiss.

“Gunnar,” Colt says, and he appears on my other side, his clothing gone, his lips on my neck as Rhett kisses me.

I’m surrounded on all sides by the men I gave my heart to. They gave me their hearts too, but I can’t keep them. That thought makes me kiss Rhett back harder, makes me start to move with desperate jerks.

Trent grabs my left leg and hooks it over his shoulder. He dips his face down and licks, drawing a gasp from my lips as he slowly swirls his tongue and laps at the moisture between my thighs. I’m embarrassingly wet, but he seems to enjoy it, his fingers coming up to stroke along my entrance before pressing inside.

“Look at you,” Colt says. “So eager. A fucking mess for us to use you.”

My core clenches on Trent’s fingers, and I go to pull back from Rhett’s kiss, but Colt’s hand in my hair holds me still, forcing me to keep kissing him.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he purrs in my ear. “You want to be dripping with our cum, don’t you?” he moans. “Our dirty, little cowgirl.”

My hands are wrapped around Rhett and Gunnar’s cocks while Trent eats me, his fingers thrusting slowly in and out, drawing soft sounds from my throat that Rhett swallows. Coltstands behind me, his hands caressing me, as he directs the show.

“I can’t wait to see you gagging on their cocks,” Colt says. “I can’t wait to watch them fill you full, lose yourself, and then force you to take my cock so deep, you can’t breathe while you come undone around them.”

Rhett pulls back and groans. “I’m fucking dripping for you,” he moans as he pulls my hand along his length to his tip so I can feel the wetness there. “See how much I want you,” he rasps. “How much I need you.”

Colt’s hand wraps around my throat from behind and squeezes. “Do you want to taste him?”

I nod and he purrs in my ear. “That’s my good, little cowgirl.” To Trent, he orders, “Lie on the bed, face up.”

Trent immediately sets my leg down and does as he says, laying down across the bed, his face looking up at me, hunger in his eyes despite his words from earlier. He doesn’t think I should stay here, but he wants me to. I see it in his eyes. He’ll never tell me that. He’ll never ask me to stay, not when it could hurt me. But just knowing he wants me is enough.

“Straddle his face,” Colt commands, pushing me toward the bed. When I fumble a little bit, he stops me. “Prosthetic on or off?”

I hesitate. It’s pinching me right now after walking so much, and it’s probably going to get in the way. “Off,” I whisper.

He nods but doesn’t reach forward. Instead, it’s Gunnar who carefully sets me on the bed before kneeling down and carefully working it off. He pulls the socks off next before his fingers trace over the flesh there, stroking, caressing, easing the red marks from being pressed against the prosthetic. When he’s finished, he stands and helps me onto the bed before watching as I straddle Trent’s face. Trent immediately wraps his large handsaround my thighs and drags me down onto his mouth, driving me insane. I moan and grind down against his tongue.

“Look at you, riding his face like he’s your horse,” Colt purrs as he steps forward between Gunnar and Rhett.

I’m at the edge of the bed where Trent’s face nearly hangs off. One lean forward and I’ll fall, but they step forward to block it. I watch as Colt finally strips his clothing off, leaving Trent as the only one clothed. Colt reaches forward and grabs my hair. I think he’s about to pull me down to his cock. Instead, he directs my head to Gunnar’s, and I open my mouth with a pop as he presses inside, gently. He moans at the feeling of my lips on him as Colt directs my head. He lets me suck Gunnar for a minute before he pulls me back and forces me onto Rhett’s, a little rougher.

“Look at you taking him so deep,” Colt purrs. “Can you take him deeper?”

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