Page 45 of Isla

"Dylan, Henry?"

“Deal,” they echo each other, coming closer until I’m surrounded. I suck in a shaky breath as I turn in a circle. "What’re you doing?"

"Showing you what you're missing," Henry says, his big hands wrapping around my waist.

"But–"

"We'll follow your rules, Isla," Dylan murmurs, pushing my hair behind my shoulder and kissing my neck. Theo grabs me from behind, pulling me against his chest, kissing the crown of my head.Henry slides his fingers along my jaw, pushing my chin up so I'm looking at him. My knees turn to Jell-O. Theo’s arm the only thing preventing me from melting into a puddle.

Henry's eyes are midnight blue in the waning light, the sparks of desire in their depths burning me alive. He dips his head and pulls at my bottom lip with his teeth before tilting my chin and pressing his lips to mine. He sweeps his tongue along the seam of my mouth, and I open for him, sliding my tongue along his. This kiss isn't soft or gentle, it’s rough and punishing. Lust incarnate. His groan feeds the part of me that’s desperate to strip their clothes off and fuck them like my life depends on it. The part that doesn't want to think, just feel. And god, it would feel so fucking good. I push my hands under Henry's T-shirt, dragging my fingers over his abs, over the V of his abdomen to his lower back. I pull him closer, moaning as he rolls his hips against me, his cock pressing into my stomach. He breaks our kiss, peppering kisses down my throat. Dylan closes in, gripping my chin, pulling my mouth open. His eyes are dark with desire, something dangerous in their depths that has my nerve endings pricking with excitement.

"Such a filthy girl," he murmurs, dragging my bottom lip down with his thumb. "I can't stop thinking about how your perfect lips will feel wrapped around my cock." He captures my mouth, his tongue meeting mine with rough, desperate strokes. Theo's hands skim over my ribs, coming up to cup my breasts, testing the weight of them before tracing his thumbs in a wide arc around my nipples. I moan against Dylan's lips, pushing into Theo's hands as Henry licks a path over my collarbone. Theo pulls my top down, giving Henry full access. He drags his teeth over my nipple, then pulls me into his mouth, sucking hard and deep. My lips break away from Dylan's as my knees buckle. Theo scrambles to catch me, going down with me, cushioning my fall. He hauls me into his lap, his cock pressing against my ass.

"Arms up," Dylan commands, his gaze heated. He strips off my top, the campfire bathing my tits in flickering orange light.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," Henry breathes, falling to his knees, crouching to trace my nipple with his tongue.

Theo lies back, pulling me on top of him, sliding his hand over my stomach, over my shorts, and between my legs. I buck against his fingers, my body strung tight as a bow. "Tell me," he whispers in my ear, sliding his finger along my slit.

"Please," I gasp, my back arching as Henry's hot mouth closes over my nipple and pulls.

"Tell him what you want," Dylan says, palming my other breast.

"Harder," I demand, covering Theo’s hand with mine, adding pressure. I close my eyes and relax against him, floating on a cloud of sensation. Henry’s scruff scratches my inner thigh as he kisses his way to my center. Dylan rolls my nipples between his fingers, forcing me to ride the line between pain and pleasure. Henry pushes Theo’s hand away and nuzzles his face between my legs, nipping at my clit before hooking his fingers into my waistband and stripping off my shorts.

"Forget what I said," I pant, mewling as Theo runs his middle finger along my slit. "No deal. I want to fuck. Now."

Theo's chuckle has me bucking against his hand, so fucking desperate. "We're not reneging, Isla. Fingers only." He pushes two fingers into me, the heel of his palm putting pressure on my clit as fucks me.

"I want the three of you naked. Let me touch you," I beg, my eyes rolling back as Theo hits my G-spot. Dylan and Henry stand, shedding their clothes. Theo lifts his hips, and they each grab one side of his waistband and pull his shorts off. I settle my weight against him, the shaft of his cock pressing against my ass cheeks. Fuck. I squirm until he curses, his hips jerking on their own, thrusting between my cheeks.

"God, Isla," he groans, matching the rhythm of his fingers.

Henry drops between my legs, pushing Theo's hand away again. The first swipe of his tongue brings me right to the edge.

"Henry, holy fuck," I pant, tugging his head away to give myself asecond. He looks up at me with an evil grin, his eyes sparkling. Movement catches my eye, and I look up, the sight of Dylan fucking his hand nearly doing me in. "If you guys won't break the rules, I'm going to push the boundaries as far as I can go. We're all getting there together. Theo, are you good where you are?" His grunt of affirmation turns into a moan as he flexes his hips against me, his cock riding up my ass crack. Holy fucking god. I don't know if I'm strong enough for this. I clear my throat, desperately trying to rein myself in. “Henry, I want your cock against my pussy,” I demand. He shuffles forward, wrapping his fist around his cock and sliding the head along my slit. He notches himself at my entrance, bearing down with his hips, pulling back right before he goes in. I sob in frustration, desperately needing to be filled.

"Dylan, straddle my stomach. Fuck my tits." The change in his face as he steps over me has adrenaline pounding through my veins, my body responding to his animalistic need. He holds my gaze as he spits in his hand and slides it over his shaft. I push my breasts together, only breaking eye contact to watch his cock slide between them, the head poking out at the top, red and angry. I want him in my mouth so fucking badly. I want to suck him until he's on his knees begging for mercy. My eyes flutter closed as they all move at once, the head of Theo's cock sliding over my asshole as the ridge on Henry's cock catches on my clit.

"Yes," I moan, moving my hips to meet their thrusts, the danger of them ramming inside any second driving me mad. Two more thrusts and I lose control of my body, my muscles spasming. Dylan isn’t far behind, but Henry, god bless him, pulls away, his mouth between my legs before I can protest. Two fingers massage my G-spot while he flays me alive with his tongue. My nails dig into Dylan’s thighs, and I cry out, our gazes connecting, his jaw clenching as he comes with me. Theo's moan blends with Dylan's as his hands flex on my hips, pulling me down tight against his cock, his body trembling as he tries to hold back. Dylan climbs off me, and Henry takes his place, pulling me into a demanding kiss as he slides his cock back and over my clit.

He breaks the kiss, breathing hard. "Again, Isla. Come with me."

I’ve never come twice back-to-back, but the way he looks at me,the way he charts every movement of my body like he's a sailor and I'm the sea has me diving deep in search of another.

"The second that fucking party is over, I'm burying myself so deep inside, you won't know where I end and you begin," Theo says roughly, his lips hot on my neck. I moan into Henry's shoulder, my teeth grazing his skin. I dig my nails into his ass, the three of us finding a rhythm that has me clawing myself back to the precipice. Dylan slips his hand between Henry and me, scooping up the cum dripping over my chest and rubbing it into my tits, tweaking my nipples.

"Fuck, you like that, don't you?" Henry growls, his pupils dilating. "When we're finished, I'm going to write my name on you with my cum so everyone knows you're fucking mine." He holds my gaze as I splinter apart beneath him. He lowers his weight, increasing the friction. One more thrust, and he drops his head to my shoulder, his groan so erotic I know I'll remember it forever. Theo's holding out, his moan broken as he slows down his thrusts, making the moment last.

"Fuck, Isla," he chokes out, his hips stuttering, cum warm and sticky on my lower back. Henry sits back on his haunches, looking at me like a lion looks at a rabbit. He slides his fingers through the cum pooled on my stomach and writes his name along my inner thigh, branding me. He extends his hand toward my mouth, giving me a choice. I lick off every drop, greedy for him.

“Let’s wash you up while Theo cooks us some dinner.” He scoops me into his arms and starts walking toward the cabin. I snuggle into his warmth, sighing contentedly. “You’re not so prickly when you’re satisfied,” he chuckles, kissing my forehead.

“Looks like you have your job cut out for you then, doesn’t it?” I say, hiding my smile against his chest.

20

We don't waste any time hauling our asses back to the airport for the first flight home. Now that I've finally let go of the pub and embraced opening a brewery, I'm chomping at the bit to get started. It's the wee hours of the morning by the time we pull into the driveway of the Manor House, and after the trauma of the last few days, all I want to do is go down to the cottage and sleep.

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