Page 78 of Peyton's Price

Matthias looked as if he’d swallowed a lemon. “I don’t know how you can be so fucking calm. That jerk was practically mauling her.”

“And she took care of it, didn’t she?” Liam laughed. “It was smooth, too. I almost thought he fell on accident. He probably thought he did, too.”

“You actually tripped him?” Matthias asked her.

“As a matter of fact, I did,” she replied, waving her arms like a dancer in first arabesque. The many glasses of wine she’d drunk made her as graceful as a cloud, although it was more than likely she resembled that hippo in a tutu from the old Disney cartoons.

“I taught her that trick,” Liam gloated. “Those heels can be effective weapons when used properly.”

“Wrong. Trick taught me that trick,” she corrected as she wound a path around the coffee table like a drunken ballerina. “You don’t get to take credit for everything I do, you know.”

“I wasn’t.” Liam laughed. “But I will take credit for your right hook. Pity you didn’t get to use that tonight. I would have liked to see that guy flat on his ass after getting decked instead of his face.”

“What happened to your Zen attitude?” Matthias smirked.

Liam sat next to him, handing him a very full glass of whiskey. “Oh, make no mistake. I’m not Zen when it comes to Peyton and other men. But I learned early on if I mix it up with her many admirers, I’m inviting a lawsuit. That’s why I made sure she could take care of herself. Unless they get too handsy, of course. Then all bets are off. But trust me. This is something you are going to need to get used to.”

Matthias grunted. “I may get used to it, but I don’t have to like it.”

“At least someone understands my pain now,” Liam murmured, his eyes growing warm as Peyton hiked up her skirts and jumped over his legs. “Doing all right, honey?”

“I’m good.” She was better than good. She was great. Paris with her men was everything she had dreamed of.

Deciding there was enough room between their legs and the coffee table, she attempted to celebrate with an old yoga move. Shifting her weight, she balanced herself on her forearms before resting her head on the ground and raising her legs straight up in the air. Then, she parted them, doing the splits.

“Holy shit,” Matthias swore, sitting up abruptly. “Did you know she could do that?”

Liam set his tumbler on the table behind him with a thunk. “If I had, I guarantee she wouldn’t have still been a virgin at twenty-four.”

Peyton clenched her jaw to keep from giggling. She had some concerns about getting out of the pose, but she needn’t have worried. A few seconds later, she was flying through the air, supported by a pair of strong arms. Matthias gently lowered her on Liam’s lap, tugging at the zipper of her dress.

She lost track of time after that. One heartbeat blurred into the next as she was undressed. Hands covered her skin, stroking and caressing every inch of her body. Heat and silk surrounded her. Pleasantly lethargic, Peyton gloried in every touch.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, guilt jumped up and down, trying to get her attention.Pleasure like this should be illegal…But with the help of the artificial alcohol bravado, she was able to ignore it, relaxing and giving herself over completely to the hands of these two masters.

Liam’s mouth covered hers while Matthias’ slid up and down her neck and someone’s hands removed her panties. She was so wet it would have been embarrassing had she been sober.

Matthias’ hands skimmed up her bare thigh, his fingers running over her heated lips before pressing inside her, teasing and stretching her until she gasped aloud, arching her back to deepen the penetration.

Peyton moaned when his fingers were replaced by something much larger. She opened her eyes, wrapping her arms around Liam’s neck as his thick shaft forged insider her. With nothing but a few thrusts, she was almost there, panting and crying out as the first pulses of a powerful orgasm began. But he and Matthias had other plans.

Liam pulled her close to him, his grip like iron. Peyton rested her heated forehead against his as Matthias rubbed her ass with his palm. A cool wetness trickled between her cheeks, then there was pressure and pleasure pain as he slipped his finger inside her rear, then added another before widening the space between them.

It burned a little, but it was a good burn. Weeks of wearing a plug—albeit haphazardly—had been enough to make her comfortable with the move. Nevertheless, when she was probed by something else, Peyton had to suck in a hard breath.

“Don’t hurt her,” Liam said over her head as Matthias pressed his length against her rosette.

“Never,” he promised, stopping as the head of his cock widened her. “Should I stop?”

Peyton clutched Liam’s shoulder, her lips parting. “No.”

He murmured something in what sounded like Norwegian, his hips pressing forward until the flared end breached the tightly constricted ring of muscle, popping inside her with a groan.

“That’s it, baby. The worst is over. Are you okay?” Liam asked.

Okay didn’t describe it. “Yes, now please justfuckme.”

“You heard the lady.” Liam laughed, but it turned into a hiss as Peyton flexed her muscled, squeezing him tight.

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