Page 5 of Gilded Dreams

Brogan nods, darkness taking over his expression. His chest tightens where his body presses against mine and I panic they’ll stop on account of their best friend. No way will these men pull away from me now. I shimmy my hips and brush the rough material of Brogan’s jeans against my heated, sticky wet core and he groans, meeting me halfway when I do it again. He slides a large hand over my bare thigh, and I cling to him, silently begging for him to not push me away. Forces beyond our understanding have led us to this moment. I know it deep in my soul.

“Fuck it,” he mumbles, and I know I’ve won.

Brogan brushes hungry kisses over my midriff, his late evening stubble teasing over my sensitive skin before he sinks lower and lower. “Come in my mouth first, baby. I need to know the taste of your release before we take your body.”

The low rumbling of a Harley goes almost unnoticed as Brogan spreads my folds, fills my heated core with a thick finger and works my clit with his tongue. Ryder is back at my mouth and sliding his hard cock between my lips. I’m so consumed by both SEALs everything else moves off my radar. I writhe and moan for them, letting worry and doubt seep away. I clench my fingers into a blanket left thrown over the couch cushions. My eyes screw closed and my whole body arches into Brogan’s mouth.

Ryder won’t let me move too far.

“Right here, Kandy. Keep that hot mouth on me. That’s it. Take more of my cock.” He feeds me another inch as I moan hungrily for more.

I don’t know if it’s instinct or some sixth untapped sense, but something inside me pulls my eyes open in that second to see my tall broody Atlas walk through the door of his boathouse. Wind-mussed hair from riding his Harley and sun-bronzed skin catch my eye first. The way the energy in the room ramps up sends tingles of electricity over my super-sensitive skin. There is always an air of danger about him, and tonight is no different. Broad shoulders cut down to a thick waist hidden beneath black jeans and an equally dark short-sleeved pullover.

I stiffen in my lovers’ arms, but Ryder doesn’t seem to care about his friend’s arrival. He takes my head in the palm of his hand and withdraws from my mouth as Atlas slides the door closed behind him. Dark, expressive eyes lock on mine. He zeroes in on my lack of clothes and the fact both his best friends are sharing me in hisliving room and that curious gaze of his slowly drifts down my open, exposed body. Faster than I can blink, fury washes away the confusion in his stony gaze.

Atlas looks like he’s grappling for control. He tosses aside a bag of clean laundry, and Brogan slowly pushes to his feet and turns to face his friend.

“It’s everything it looks like, man. I’m tired of you figuring out when you’ll be ready. Ryder and I are ready now.”

What’s all that supposed to mean? My puzzled gaze floats between all three.

I can feel the moment teetering on the edge of chaos and that is the last thing I ever want. My intentions never were to come between them in that way. One false move from anyone and Atlas will lose his shit. My memories trip back to the night Ryder saved me from my asshole boyfriend. Atlas had the same dark look that night as he does now. Murderous. But something tells me it’s his own demons he’s fighting and not his friend.

One thing is for sure, I don’t fear him. I know he’d never lay a hand on me.

“Please,” I beg desperately, reaching out for him. My body starts to shake from the unreleased pressure Brogan spent the last fifteen minutes building. I’m too far gone for any of their alpha posturing bullshit that seems to be going on between them.

“I’m here, baby. Shh…” Ryder takes a knee beside me, and his mouth takes mine. I moan a whisper of need and his hand replaces Brogan’s mouth. I cry out into Ryder’s kiss as his fingers move faster but the hotter I get, the harder it is to find my release. Ryder parts the folds of my pussy and swirls the pad of his finger over my clit and I buck against his touch.

My gaze finds Atlas’ again and I recognize the war going behind those thick lashes.

I curl my fingers in a gesture for him to come to me, but it’s as though his feet are glued to the spot in front of the door.

Desperate cries clog my throat, keeping me from begging him to come to me. My eyes slam shut, and I dig my heels into the couch, seeking more from Ryder’s touch.

I hear Atlas finally speak and his words are nothing less than deadly.

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing. We had a fucking deal. What the fuck?”

I need to come or this fire inside me will consume every part of me until I have nothing left.

I hiss a little as Ryder pinches my nipples, then bites down on them. I’m on the verge of climaxing but I can’t. I just can’t. The need grows worse and desperation morphs into waves of pleasure and pain.

“Move,” Atlas barks and suddenly he’s across the room. His tall, muscular frame is shadowed in the low evening light as he towers over me. His jaw is clenched, and his handsome features are hard as stone, but his breathing is where he gives himself away. Harsh drags of air leave his lips and his chest rises and falls in a chaotic manner. His whiskey eyes meet mine and the desperation in those deep, dark irises is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he murmurs, and I know the question is not meant for me. He falls to his knees between my legs and loops his arms around my middle, dragging mecloser. His fingers tighten and release against the flesh of my thighs. His head lowers and his tongue consumes my juices.

Shocks of uncertainty run through me. AtlasfuckingStone is between my legs. I’m struck with fierce bolts of pleasure. His scent surrounds me.

Oh God!

He lifts my heels and settles them on his powerful shoulders. Burning waves of raw arousal pour from me to wet my already drenched core. Just like I predicted my stepbrother is not gentle or easy. He’s hungry, pissed off and I’m about to take the brunt of his rage.

Happily.

Warm lips clamp over my throbbing clit and he pulls the nub between his lips and sucks.

“Fuck, this is heaven. God take pity on my soul,” he growls, repeating his friend’s words against my folds like a man desperate for salvation from sin. He sucks harder this time pulling liquid fire from my virgin pussy.

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