Page 64 of The Naughty Elf

Sawyer steps back as Jackson’s hips lose their rhythm, going wild and rutting into me until I’m consumed with the bliss of it. Grinding back over his cock, he bends over me as the pulsing heat of him fills me.

He plants kisses across the back of my neck and shoulder but doesn’t linger more than thirty seconds before he pulls out, and his cum spills down my thighs.

Ashley steps in to turn me around, planting me back against my soft couch cushions before shoving his cock in my overheated pussy.

I bite my lip and blink up at him as he braces his hands under my knees to spread me wide. He grins down at me, pausing with his cock pressing against my womb.

“You all right?”

I nod, wanting each of them to fill me up. Wanting them each to get what they want. I don’t want to leave any of my men wanting.

Ashley wants connection. He wants me to be there, present, and even if I’m not in a position where I can move, he just wants to know I’m with him. I touch his collarbone, tracing the delicate swoop to the muscle of his shoulders and up the back of my neck.

It leans him down over me, and he lets me keep him there as he gives me short, powerful thrusts. They’re a promise to make me come again—if that’s even possible. It doesn’t matter. It feels good. And I don’t want him to stop.

It doesn’t take long for him to release my knees and tuck them around his back. I lock my ankles and settle into the way he cuddles me, rocking us together as he builds to his own climax.

Sinking my nails into his shoulder blades, planting kisses along his throat, moaning sweetly for him, I watch as his orgasm blooms. I love the way his pleasure looks like torture on his features, like I’m coercing him into his coming.

When his hips buck, I soak him in, and the way his deft hands stroke my thighs as he nuzzles my throat. It takes him a little longer to disentangle from me, but it’s still faster than normal.

The reason why appears, taking up my vision. Sawyer maneuvers me to the end of my couch, propping me up on a pillow and making sure that I’m comfortable.

He fucks me slowly, taking his time, although he doesn’t seem to hold back like he usually does. I’m determined to end him, even if there’s not much I can do to prod that along. I tighten my muscles, shift my hips to take him as deeply as possible, and nibble on that spot under his Adam's apple that makes him grunt and thrust harder.

I know the moment he’s past the point of no return because his hand tangles in my hair, and he keeps my mouth a bare inch away from his.

I revel in how he rears over me, his orgasm driving his hips until he can simply hold me to him. His racing heart cracks a sleepy, happy smile across my face.

Once he releases me—albeit reluctantly—the three of them sit, spreading me across them and rubbing my sore muscles. They pamper me until I’m loose and half-dreaming.

I know each of them can go again, and maybe I can, too, with a little rest.

Nobody said satisfying three men would be easy.

But it sure is a hell of a lot of fun.

28

GINGER

Since the night I solidified my relationship with Jackson, Sawyer, and Ashley, it feels like things have gotten serious between us. We don’t hide from each other, which has probably made us a little less secretive than we should be while at work.

I’m having a hard time caring. I’m so happy throughout the day, spending my time with them, and at least one of them sneaks usually over to my place after Gracie goes to bed. Last night it was Jackson and Sawyer, and every time I’m sandwiched between just the two of them, I feel dirty. The best kind of dirty.

The taboo of sleeping with brothers might get me a little hot.

It’s just one more box checked on the long list of things about dating all three of them that I like. I’m decidedly a terribly selfish person.

And I don’t care.

The only thing is, it’s getting harder and harder to hide it from Dad. They’re his friends, and again—hot ones—but I don’t like lying to my father.

Today, I’ve already plied all of my co-workers with treats—testers for our upcoming Fourth of July event, and I’m backcleaning the dishes. Jackson crowds in behind me, the line of his body pressed provocatively against mine.

His nose dips to my throat. “Mm. Why do you always smell so good?”

I laugh softly, enjoying the small nuzzle he gives me before I elbow him lightly. “You are not stealthy. Not at all.”

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