Page 71 of Stuck On Them

The daylight was quickly fading as Garrett switched on strand lights on his patio as he and Luca took the food to put on the pellet grill. The weather had shifted since the warmth over the past week, and the air had a bit of a bite to it on my exposed arms and legs.

“Let’s go sit in the living room.” Ryker stood and put his hand on my lower back as I did the same.

Garrett’s house was nothing like Ryker’s thirty-eighth-floor condo. While Ryker’s place was comfortable enough, it didn’t feel lived in like Garrett’s house did.

The living room was painted a muted green with dark hardwood floors. A large navy sectional was in the center of the room and there was a reclaimed wooden coffee table in front of it. The entertainment center was white and spanned almost the entire length of the room with shelving and the large television front and center.

My toes sank into the plush rug as I walked to the couch, ready to curl up and enjoy the evening with my boyfriends. My God. I had three boyfriends.

Before I managed to sit down, Ryker took my wine glass from me, setting it on the coffee table along with his. His arm wrapped around me, and then we were falling onto the couch, our lips colliding as soon as the risk of knocking out each other’s teeth was gone.

One of Ryker’s hands ran through my hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. His other hand ran up my thigh and there was no question about where it was headed.

I untucked his shirt, needing to feel his skin under my fingertips. He groaned at the first brush of my fingers across his stomach.

Ryker pulled away, our eyes meeting in a silent conversation. At least, that was how it felt. We both knew Garrett and Luca were right outside and would be back in to find us.

I rolled my hips against his, digging my nails into his abs, spurring him on. With a sound that sounded an awful lot like a growl, he kissed and nipped down my jaw to my neck, his fingers skimming the apex of my thighs.

“Fucking soaked already, aren’t you?” He sucked my skin, no doubt leaving his mark on me. His fingers teased me, barely brushing over where my clit lay waiting for him to find it. “Do you know how many times today I wanted to bend you over something and fuck you?”

“How many?” I whimpered as he pushed my panties to the side and slid his finger up and down my slit in teasing strokes.

“So many times that I’ve been aching all day.” He pushed a finger inside me, and I arched into him, gasping. “And now? Thinking about what’s going to happen when Gare and Luca come back in? Fuck, Paige.”

Hearing the pure need and desire in his voice made me clench around his finger. I wanted them any way they wanted to have me. The connection I felt with all three of them burned hotter and brighter with each passing second.

I fumbled with his belt, my hands shaking as he pulled his finger out and circled my clit with it. And then he pushed two in.

I cried out as he crooked his fingers, hitting the spot that made everything burn with the need for release. He chuckled against my breast, where he’d pushed down my dress and bra on one side. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, much like how I wanted him to suck on my clit.

My hands finally cooperated enough to get his belt unbuckled and his pants undone. His cock was hard beneath my palm as I stroked him through his boxer briefs.

“I really don’t want to clean up jizz from my couch.” Garrett’s voice shocked us both and we scrambled apart like two teenagers caught in a compromising position.

“Too bad. Buy a new one.” Ryker stood, pushing his pants and boxers off before unbuttoning his shirt.

I watched him, squeezing my thighs together. Luca stepped in between me and Ryker, holding out his hand. Not exactly sure what was happening in my lust-filled daze, I took it, and he pulled me to my feet.

He hooked his arm around me and lowered his mouth to my exposed nipple, biting it harder than expected. I yelped, grabbing onto two handfuls of his hair.

As if they were speaking to each other through some kind of telepathic connection, Luca turned us so I was against Ryker. His erection pushed against me as he moved my hair over one shoulder and kissed my neck.

“Take off her dress.” Garrett had moved the wine glasses from the coffee table to a shelf on the entertainment center and pushed the coffee table out of the way.

Luca released my nipple with a pop and lifted my dress over my head, throwing it to the side. “God damn, your body.” He grabbed hold of my hips and squeezed. Before them, I might have blushed or even thought there was somehow a joke being made, but feeling their heated stares took all my insecurities away. They didn’t care my stomach wasn’t flat, that my skin was a bit bumpy in places from stretch marks and life.

Ryker unclasped my bra, and it slid down my arms. I trembled, wondering what they would do next. With all three of them involved, anything was possible. They were all dominant lovers, and I just hoped their personalities didn’t clash and make things awkward.

Ryker cupped my breasts from behind, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive points of my nipples. “Tell us if you want us to stop.”

“Never.” I leaned back against him as Luca slid down my panties.

“Get undressed, Luca.” Garrett was apparently the director of this little soiree and came to stand at my side, guiding my mouth to his.

This was happening. I was going to have my very first orgy. I giggled against Garrett’s lips, causing him to pull away with a confused expression.

“Orgy is such a funny word. Don’t you think?” I covered my mouth, trying to stifle my laugh.

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