Page 42 of Tangled up in You

"Sweet, sweet Lyssa," Josh murmured, while Jake pulled his cock from her and heaved out a long breath.

Jake had left her feeling empty, though why she had no idea. She’d been filled more in the past hour than she’d been during six months’ time from the man she’d been steadily dating more than a year ago.

"Jonah," she whispered, while the unfamiliar sensation of cum running from her core had her hips squirming, then pumping in place and spreading her legs as far as she could.

Had she ever felt so needy?

So wanton?

So ready to be filled again?

She didn’t think so.

Jonah still hadn’t moved from where he’d been frozen while watching his brothers.

How did she know he’d watched it all?

Because she hadneverstopped watching him. Even as she’d taken all of what Josh and Jake had given her, she’d had her eyes fixed on the man whose palpable need ramping higher and higher had beat against her.

"Baby," Jonah whispered, his stare holding hers. "If this is?—"

"Please," she cut him off, while his jaw clenched and stare hardened.

"Please what?"

She curled her fists tight at the way his laser-focused gaze remained on hers. She might have been at their mercy, as she’d realized before, but there was more to it.

They were also at hers.

None of this would have happened if she hadn’t wanted it.

Wanted them.

She let her hands and body release any bit of tension she might have shown. The bindings didn’t matter. They’d became an integral part of the pleasure she’d experienced.

The pleasure that had yet to be culminated with Jonah joining with her.

Finishing what his brothers had started.

Finishing what he had orchestrated.

"Take me."

Jonah’s eyes closed, while a deep breath expanded his chest. What she saw when he opened them wasn’t exactly what she’d expected. Heat, yes. If it hadn’t shown through, she would have been surprised. But there was more.

Vulnerability and…

It can’t be.

She flashed her gaze to Jake backing off the end of the bed, then Josh laying down beside her. Both men had the same look as their brother. It was a look she couldn’t believe.

Oh, Alyssa, girl, it’s just wishful thinking on your part.

Jonah’s face blocked out the rest of the room and any other thoughts when his searching kiss touched her lips. The softness of it—the uncertainty from a man she couldn’t see being anything but self-assured in all aspects of his life—was unexpected. Then he was lifting himself and taking Jake’s empty place, hooking his arms under her limp knees and spreading her wide while staring at her core.

"This is what I needed to see," he groaned, before his eyes traced up her body, finally meeting her eyes. "You, filled with us."

"Not all of you. Not yet," she whispered, before biting at her lip.

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