Page 57 of Owning Emma

Chapter 26

SHAW

I wokewith the sky still black and the delicious weight of Emma wrapped around my naked body and Roman’s leg intertwined with mine. I was afraid to move, terrified that the movement would end whatever we had together and bring reality crashing violently down on us. I watched Emma’s chest slowly rise and fall with each breath she took, and I still couldn’t process that this was reality.

I was in bed with both Roman and Emma.

It was a damn fact, and even as their skin rubbed against mine in the most delicious of ways, I still could hardly accept it. My mind was a jumble of images of last night . . . or was it early morning? My hands on Emma’s body, her mouth on Roman’s, her head thrown back in a silent scream. Pure perfection.

I moved my head enough to see Roman, his body relaxed in sleep. I had to swallow hard to fight the emotion I was feeling at the sight of him. A shiver racked my body when I thought about his hand on my cock. His hand. It was a dream I never thought would happen. A wish I never was brave enough to voice fully. A memory, my favorite memory, that would stay with me for the rest of my days, no matter how short or long I had left.

I felt Emma’s fingers twitch where her hand lay on my chest, and I forced myself to tear my eyes away from Roman to meet the most mesmerizing green orbs that ever existed. Her voice was low and a bit horse as she whispered, “You’re awake early.”

“Speak for yourself.” I leaned forward enough to lay a kiss on her forehead. “Go back to sleep; it’s your day off from the bakery.”

“I can never sleep in,” she confessed as she stretched her body, reminding me of a cat stretching in the window.

“You should try,” I whispered against her hair. “You were up late last night.”

Her lips turned up slightly. “I’m very much aware.”

I had to fight everything inside me not to ask if she liked it, if she would retake both of us and keep us for herself. Was she ashamed of the moments she shared with us, or did the thought of doing it again make a deliciously adorable blush creep up her skin?

On her other side, Roman stirred, his calf shifting against mine, hitching higher. It moved up to my thigh as he rolled closer to Emma, allowing his palm to travel up her stomach to her breasts. His lips kissed her shoulder before he spoke, “How’s a man supposed to sleep around here with all this talking?”

Easy. A man didn’t, I wanted to say. A man couldn’t sleep when the souls he’s wanted most are alive and sparked with such contentment, but instead I stayed quiet, knowing the question was never meant to be answered.

She turned in our arms, aligning her perfect ass with my hard cock as she leaned over Roman, her eyes taking in his features before her lips captured his in a slow, sensual kiss. A kiss that made my throat dry as I watched in awe, half jealous of her, half jealous of him, jealous that neither of them were kissing me as they devoured each other.

She pulled her lips away, but her eyes remained locked with his, even as she reached for the bedside drawer, her fingers blindly searching around until they found the foil square and pulled it out. The smile on her lips was one of victory and bad decisions, and when she rolled away from me and straddled his hips, I couldn’t help but lean back, and enjoy what was to come.

We were naked, no one bothering to put on clothes as we stumbled into a pile of limbs after our last fuck, and I was so damn thankful for our nakedness. Emma rubbed her body against Roman’s, kissing a trail down his abdomen, hips, and the junction of his thighs, leaving a wet trail of her desire down his body as she slid her body along his, rubbing her cunt against his skin and moaning in satisfaction.

She was a thirsty little thing, parched for the pleasure his body could give her. Emma leaned down, kissing the tip of his cock before rolling the condom on, then climbed back up his body to give him a quick kiss before straddling his hip. She raised on her knees and looked directly at me, right before she slowly lowered herself onto Roman’s cock.

I could have exploded right there. The sight of Emma taking Roman’s cock into her body was the single most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. I couldn’t look away, not like I really wanted to. My eyes were glued to the spot where his cock disappeared, where her lips were spread wide by his thickness, and her desire slowly dripped down his shaft. I was entranced as I watched, my palm rubbing my cock in rhythm with their movement.

Roman’s breath caught as Emma moved, his voice rasping out, “It seems like you know what you’re doing now.”

She angled her hips forward and leaned her body backward. “I’m a quick study.”

The way she arched her back, pushed her perky breasts outward, nearly caused me to crumble, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who was weakening. As if Roman could read my thoughts, he wrapped his arm around her waist and rolled their bodies to pin her beneath him. She squealed, the sound echoing throughout the room before it was replaced by her moans as he slid a hand under her hip and angled her body so that with each push forward and drag outward, he rubbed against her g-spot while his hips ground into her clit.

Her head thrashed against the sheets, her words fumbling from her lips as she asked for more, less, harder, faster, god, and me. Me? She wanted me? I let out a hard breath as I moved closer, kneeling over their bodies as Roman’s hips plowed her at a bruising speed.

A tear ran down her cheek, and I used my thumb to brush it away. “Say the word and he’ll stop.”

Her head shook from side to side, even as her fingers on one hand gripped his back so tight, I could already see claw marks appearing on his tan skin. “Don’t you dare stop, Roman.”

He grunted, the only acknowledgement we would get from him as he moved to brace his hand on the wall above her head. Her eyes met mine again and her free hand reached out for me, wrapping around my thigh to pull me closer. I stumbled forward, slapping a hand next to Roman’s on the wall as my body arched over them. Her hand moved from the back of my thigh to slowly graze inward and upward, and I stilled. Waiting to see where her fingers would explore, praying they would wrap around my cock soon because just her touch on my body was making me coil with anticipation.

I didn’t know if I could do this much longer, not with both of them in front of me, fulfilling every single fantasy I’d had since the moment I laid eyes on Emma. From the looks of them both, they weren’t lasting much longer either. Roman swore, then he used his free hand to travel between their joined bodies and search out her clit. The flittering touch of his fingers drove her wild, and the way she squeezed my shaft as I stroked had me gasping for air.

Roman’s fingers on the wall curled next to mine and seconds later, Emma was whimpering and gasping underneath him, her grip on me had me seeing stars. Two more strokes from Roman had her screaming, his hips moving sporadically as he chased his release. The deep sound in his throat had my muscles tightening, the pull from the base of my spine ran deliciously through my body and before I had a chance to pull away, I was coming along with them, rope of my cum landing on their bodies, claiming them as mine without a damn word spoken.

Thirty minutes later, we carried her to the shower, where we worshipped her until the only words she could think about were our names. Her screams echoed off the bathroom tile, and I hoped every damn person within a thirty-mile radius heard her pleas and knew it was us who gave her so much pleasure she no longer could form words.

Our tongues on her skin made her weak, our teeth nipping at her flesh made her shiver, and together our touch, our fingers grazing over her skin, had her begging us to give her everything. We did, twice. And each time, I committed the moment to memory, knowing that when we left this room, the sacredness of this safe space would be gone.

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