Page 17 of The Forbidden Trio

“Good girl,” Paul murmured.

Noah pushed a little deeper, and she breathed in once more, letting him past that tight ring of muscle.

“Christ,” Paul breathed. “I can feel you inside her, Noah. I can feel your cock almost against mine.”

Paul’s hard flesh pulsed inside her, and that pulsing seemed to move and flow, a tide of pleasure deep in her pussy, in her ass as Noah pushed deeper. They both began a small, gentle thrusting, matching rhythms, and it was the most incredible thing she’d ever felt. Pleasure built in moments to nearly blinding heights. She was hyperaware of every sensation: the two cocks filling her, Paul’s hands on her, Noah’s breath warm on the back of her neck, the panting breath of all three of them. The sensual scents of sex and sweat and the sharp fragrance of pine trees outside the tent that held them like a safe, warm womb.

When Noah reached around her and pressed on her clit, it sent her over the edge. She came in a sharp flood of heat and desire, so hard it almost hurt. She ground down onto Paul’s cock, pushed back onto Noah’s rigid cock in her ass, needing it all, overwhelmed by pleasure.

“God, God, God…”

She was shivering all over, small spasms wracking her body. Noah and Paul both held her tight, four strong arms wrapped around her waist.

“Ah, I’m coming, babe,” Noah gasped.

Paul went rigid beneath her, his fingers digging into her flesh, then he thrust up into her still spasming pussy.

“Jess, baby!”

She felt them come into her body, hot and throbbing as the two men groaned, raw, animal sounds coming from deep in their throats, and as they all came together, Paul took her wrist and bit into it, the pain causing pleasure to spiral anew, and she was coming more, or again—she didn’t know. All she knew was pleasure so intense it made her head spin, made her body surge and contract around the incredible hard, male flesh buried inside her.

She didn’t know how long they lay in a tangle. All she knew was their ragged breath, skin against skin, and the waning desire still shimmering through her system, her mind. At some point, Noah and Paul both pulled out of her, and she found herself between them. They were both kissing her—her cheeks, her lips, her neck—whispering words of encouragement to her.

“You did great, baby,” Paul told her, stroking her face.

“That was amazing, Jessie.” Noah lifted her hand to his lips, brushing his mouth over the back of it, kissing her fingertips.

The whole world seemed hazy to her, as though nothing existed other than the three of them. Sex and sweat and skin. Heat and desire and connection. And her heart thundered in her chest, that sharp ache for Paul she’d carried all these years, intensified a thousand times over.

He’s right here. You have him.

Did she?

She couldn’t think about it now. She was too weak with spent desire, too warm beneath their searching hands and their whispering mouths on her shoulders, her cheeks, her breasts. Everything was good. This was a perfect moment. What more could she possibly ask for?

Everything.

But what she had right here, right now, was more than most women could ever hope for. More than she’d ever dared hope for.

Please let it be enough.

Chapter Five

She didn’t realize she’d fallen asleep until Paul stroked her cheek and said, “Wake up, sweetheart.”

“Mmm, what time is it?”

“I don’t know,” Noah said, stretching beside her, “but I’m starving. I’m going to the showers. I wish you could come and shower with us, Jessie.” He leaned in and laid a kiss on her mouth. “But I think it’d cause a scandal in the campground.”

Paul lifted her hand, brushing a kiss over her knuckles. “We won’t be long.”

“I’m getting up to shower, too. I have sex all over me.” But she was smiling as she said it. She felt wonderful. Better than she had in her life.

It didn’t take long for them all to shower and change. Then they walked along the edge of the campground beneath the heavy canopy of towering fir trees, and crossed the street to a small café that served breakfast all day.

The scent of pine was heavy in the air, and the sun was warming up, glittering like fallen diamonds on the lake. The farthest edge was misty, distant. Her head felt sort of like that, as though a layer of fog blanketed the world. As though the three of them were insulated somehow, separate from the people around them.

Noah wrapped his fingers around hers and led her into the café, and Paul laid a hand against the small of her back, making her feel utterly cared for, protected. It was a wonderful and unfamiliar sensation. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected anything more than the sex after last night and this morning, and she was comforted by it and turned on all over again at the same time.

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