Page 3 of Gilded Dreams

Swoon.

I follow his lead into taking the kiss slower, deeper. There’s not a part of my mouth he’s not stroking and tasting.

Heat encases me from behind and I lean my weight into Ryder’s steady touch. He is hard and hot in every possible good way as he holds me steady while his friend breaks our kiss to find the zipper to my skirt. He slowly lowers the metal teeth down its track and his hands skim over my smooth, bare legs. I step out of the mid-thigh material, my knees trembling as he lifts one foot then the other.

What the holy hell are you doing? My internaloh-shit-meteris bouncing off the charts. I honestly don’t know if I should even be here, but too little too late. I can’t stop now that I’ve had their lips and caresses.

Brogan’s lips return to devour mine and he only pulls away long enough to work on freeing me from my top next. It quickly joins my crumpled skirt on the floor and he’s back at consuming my every last breath.

“I dreamed about your mouth on mine. Dreamed, Kandy. Do you get how badly I want you?” He pauses and for a second, I don’t really know what to say.

“About as long as I’ve wanted you?” I say hopefully.

He chuckles low. A deep sound that has me creaming my non-existent panties.

“Come here.”

I fall into his open arms and my body is on fire. Literally, I am burning from the inside out for this man and his friend. I grab at the hem of Brogan’s shirt and tug, breaking contact only long enough to get the offending material off his body so I can press skin to skin. I can feel my pulse race and I use my untethered desire to turn and rid Ryder’s body of his T-shirt.

“Oh!” I cry out the second his hot body caresses over mine.

Brogan’s lips slide down the curve of my neck.

This issohappening. Right here. Right now.Fuck, yes! Thank you, Universe!It was about time something good happened in my favor.

Powerful hands skim up my bare thighs to settle over my ample hips. Brogan turns me to face him, and his lips are a fraction above the sticky wet slit of my pussy. He places feather-light kisses there like he’s worshiping my body. “Fuck, baby. No panties or bra? What the hell are you doing to us?”

Ryder’s hands join Brogan’s and together they lavish every inch of my body with tender caresses. Their touch feels possessive and nothing I ever imagined comes close to the sensation of their hands memorizing every part of me.

Ryder strokes only the tips of his hand over my ribs forcing me to shudder lightly, and then he takes his large hands and gathers the heavy weight of my bare breasts. Fingers find the hard tips of my nipples and he sets to work pinching and tugging on them in such a way I briefly forget to breathe.

Brogan turns me in Ryder’s arms and takes both of my ass cheeks in his large hands. He grips two good handfuls and gives the plump flesh a sexy squeeze.

I moan and let my head drop to Ryder’s chest. I do a little exploring of my own and I groan at the feel of rippling muscles beneath my palms. A faint thump to my right brings my gaze to the couch and the hefty pack of condoms tossed there.

I gasp softly. There have to be ten or so in a box. How exactly did they see their last night home going?

Ryder hooks a finger beneath my chin and pulls my face up to his. A sleeping part of me that waited for this moment stirs and stretches. Everything inside me seems awake, alive, and so damn ready for this.

“Sweet little virgin Kandy,” Ryder rumbles. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, do you?”

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Kandy

Um, that would be a hell no. No, I do not. But I’m all for it.

Fingers spread the swells of my ass open, and I barely have a chance to wallow in the satisfaction of finally having their hands on me before another idea consumes my thoughts. Not for the first time do I wonder about taking a manthere. Having a man, my men, stretch the most forbidden part of my body with theirs. Sink into me, claim me in the most decadent, taboo manner.

“The world is about to burn, baby. Our world. You’re our fire.”

“And we are your air.”

Both are murmuring their sweet talk all the while stroking, touching, and kissing all the spots they can reach while kneeling over my body.

Ryder or Brogan—I don’t know who, I can’t tell their touch apart yet—strokes a hand down my spine and dips into my seam, teasing my ass with swirling caresses.

I bite off the need to cry out when warm air blows over my back entrance. I jump a little, but Ryder only holds me in place for his friend’s naughty teases.

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