Page 25 of Room One Hundred and Five

I throw my head back and ride them both, crying out my release. My body goes electric and I vibrate from head to toe. Adrian takes my face in his hands and holds my gaze with his deep brown eyes. He doesn’t look away as his friends reach their end. Hot ropes of seed spill into my womb.

I’m panting wildly and feel like I am a treasure to each of them. It’s fictional, just like the books I write, but I can pretend.

“If you were ours to keep, there wouldn’t be a day we wouldn’t show you how much you were loved. You’re beautiful now, but to see you round with our baby would destroy me for anyone else.”

My heart falls to the floor. “Adrian, there’s nothing more I would love,” I hear myself say but I know better. “But one night is all I can give.”

A dark shadow moves over his face as looks down at me like he can see through to my soul and know the secrets I keep.

“For tonight.” His hands roam to my backside. He spreads my cheeks open and I see the hunger in his eyes to have me again.

“Take her hard,” he instructs Stefan. “Make her remember us.”

I turn and hold Adrian’s fiery gaze.

“Hold on to your daddy, baby.”

My nails dig into Emilio’s shoulders as his arms come around me. Adrian takes over teasing my ass.

A shallow dip and then deeper.

Stefan isn’t as gentle or teasing. He uses all of his strength to drive into me.

Sharp heat flashes through me. “Ooh…,” I moan.

“Again, Stefan,” Adrian coaxes wickedly. “Show our beautiful flower who she belongs to.”

The finality in his words cut deep. Reality punches through the dreamy fantasy. Come morning I have to return to my mundane life as Stella Moone. Writer and ordinary book nerd.

But between the three of them I feel like a queen. Not someone who blends in with the paint. I don’t want to leave them, but they are obviously looking for someone to have a family with.

That won’t be with me. My heart hurts and I want to cry at what has been stripped from me. But I don’t want to ruin this moment either.

Shuddering and gasping, I cling to them. Hot bodies pin me to the bed.

They hold me to them—Stefan over the top of me. Emilio kissing my cheeks, the tip of my nose and Adrian stroking my hair and peppering my shoulder with gentle kisses.

It’s sweet and tender. Unlike anything I would ever imagine if I saw them walking down the street. And I eat up their attention and savor being the center of their world for just a few more moments.

I go to sit up, but Stefan is having too much fun running his hands up the length of my back as he moves inside me, hard despite already finding his release.

“Stay with us.”

That is Emilio.

“Don’t leave, Stella. Don’t break our hearts.” Adrian pulls me into his arms. I look at the other men but they don’t look jealous. If anything, their expressions are filled with contentment.

“I can’t.” I try to sit up and move off the bed but Adrian’s a tricky bastard and uses my momentum to flip me into the mattress face down. He slides his massive weight over the top of me. His cock is already hard and teasing my ass.

I clutch at the sheets. “Adrian,” I beg, and I swear to God as my witness, I don’t mean for it to come out as a plea for him to give me another orgasm, but I do. And he hears it.

“I know the look in your eyes. Someone has hurt you. We promise to erase that pain. But you have to let us in.” There’s a possessive tone to his words. A plea.

Large hands spread my ass wide open and Adrian slips into my channel, coating himself with all three of their releases. He pulls out, leaving me gasping. His hands come around my hips while someone else holds me open.

The second I feel the head of his shaft at my back entrance, I rise and push back.

He breaches, causing me to groan into the duvet none of us bothered to remove.

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