Page 126 of Isla

I sob his name as he circles my clit, my world splintering as all three thrust at once, pushing deep, nearly splitting me apart as ecstasy flays me alive. I scream, no longer capable of words, my body convulsing between them, as they lose themselves in my flesh.

"Holy fuck," Henry groans, his hips the first to stutter, starting an avalanche of erotic bliss. We're a gyrating mass of limbs and torsos, cocks pumping, pussy squeezing, wringing every possible drop of pleasure from each other's bodies as the of three of them come inside me together for the first time.

"Holy fucking god," Dylan groans, kissing me gently, his cock the first to slip out.

"I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't fucking that," Theo pants, slowly pulling his hips away, careful not to hurt me as he pulls out.

Henry rolls me onto my back, lifting one of my ankles over his shoulder as he thrusts into me, his cock still hard as a rock.

"Henry," I groan, rolling my hips. I try to act like I don't want what he's giving me, but I fail completely. "How?" I ask instead, giving in, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.

"I'll always be hard for you, Isla. I'm always going to want one more fuck. One more chance to push our cum back inside you where it belongs. You have no idea how much it turns me the fuck on to fill you until you're dripping and then watch you push it out so I can stuff it back in." He rams into me, his neck cording as he struggles for control. "Tell me you don't like it, and I'll never do it again."

How can I say no when it's one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced? Instead, I pull his face down to mine, fucking his mouth with my tongue as my body matches his rhythm. Both of us descend into madness together, melting into each other as we coax out one more orgasm. Henry falls on top of me, both of us struggling to draw in breath, our bodies wrung out in the best way possible.

"Fucker always has to have the last word, doesn't he?" Theo gripes, pushing Henry off me. Henry smacks him playfully, moving to the side to let Theo and Dylan take his place. They scoop me into their arms, cherishing the post-coitus glow, murmuring sweet nothings in my ear.

If I had known this was what it would be like, I would never have questioned them. I would have dove head-first into this relationship and never looked back. I would have married them the day they showed up on my doorstep. This feeling of bliss is unlike anything I've ever known, a love I never thought I'd find. Who knew all it would take was getting my life ripped out from under me and starting over again?

67

SEPTEMBER

After focusing on the brewery and putting off wedding planning for far too long, the guys and I have a three-day weekend planned with the goal of picking out a venue. Today, we're taking a ride on the Jacobite train to see if there's any way it could possibly work for the ceremony and reception. Tomorrow, we're going to the top of Ben Nevis, and on the third day, we'll be touring the Glenlee, a decommissioned century-old merchant ship that was turned into a wedding venue. Jack and Charlie had questioned me relentlessly about why I didn't want to get married at the castle, but their wedding was so special, and I don’t want to trample all over that memory.

Henryand I are sitting in the back of Cam's old Defender, Theo is driving, and Dylan is working away on his laptop in the passenger seat, music blasting out of the open windows, on our way to Fort William Station.

"If I had known what this was going to be like back here, I would have suggested renting a car," Henry grumbles, his knuckles white on the back of our tiny bench seat.

"That would have been an excellent idea," I admit. I've never ridden in the back and didn't realize quite how bumpy it would be. "Do you need a little distraction?"

I bat my eyelashes at him, placing my hand obscenely high on his thigh, using it to boost myself up so I can reach his mouth. He grunts as my lips crash into his, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me closer.

"Better?" I ask, tugging playfully on his lip with my teeth.

"Not yet." He pulls off his shirt and throws it to the opposite seat before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his lap, my ass landing on top of a very solid erection.

"Jesus Christ," I whisper, leaning back against his chest and resting my head on his shoulder. He slides his free hand up my stomach and between my breasts, circling the base of my throat. He tightens his arm around my waist, pulling me down as he presses his hips up, grinding his cock against me.

"Henry," I moan, half in protest, half begging him not to stop.

"You know they won't care," he says, his lips against my ear.

"Yeah, butI'llcare when your cum is sliding down my thighs as we're boarding the train."

"Fuck, Isla." My words have the opposite effect I intended. He rucks up the front of my dress and slips his fingers inside my underwear, sliding one thick, callused finger along my slit. "I think you'd be dripping anyway, sweetheart," he rasps, pushing his middle finger inside me. I arch against him, grinding on the heel of his palm as he fucks me with his finger. God. "You're so goddamned pretty when you fall apart for me," he murmurs, pulling his finger out, circling my clit, then pushing it back in to tease my G-spot. He does this over and over again until I'm bucking against his hand, desperate to come. We go over a particularly big bump, and his finger jams deep. Blinding pleasure rocks through my body, followed quickly by the urge to pee. Fuck.

"Liked that, did you?" he chuckles, his breath against my ear, sending goosebumps careening over my skin. He repeats themovement, pressing against my G-spot as he drags the pad of his finger back and forth.

"Henry, you need to stop. I'll make a mess," I pant.

"Then I'll clean it up. I'll lick it off the goddamned floor if I have to."

I tremble in his arms as waves of ecstasy crash over me.

"Fuck me," he groans. "You're irresistible." He reaches between our bodies, unbuttons his pants, and pulls out his cock. Tugging my panties to the side, he notches himself at my entrance and slowly slides in, keeping his finger pressed to my G-spot. My body goes taut, blinding pleasure pulsing through my system. He keeps his finger moving as he fucks me, the pressure growing to an almost unbearable point.

"Why the fuck does it smell like sex in here?" Theo asks, jerking the car to the side of the road and twisting in his seat to look at us.

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