Page 27 of Gilded Dreams

Or how I’m about to give them the last part of me I have to offer.

My virginity.

Nine

Brogan

“God, she’s going to be so tight.”

I press a knee on the edge of the bed and watch as Ryder holds Kandy to him, helping her sheath my friend. Utter fucking bliss washes over her face when her back entrance is fully claimed by Atlas.

She reclines in his arms, and I have the great pleasure of watching her body stretch wide over my friend and take him to the hilt. Juices spill from her core and it’s a beautiful sight to behold. Atlas pumps into her a few times and then stills. That’s my cue.

I ease up the bed and position myself between Atlas’ legs. Atlas helps her up and she wraps her arms around my neck facing me. Her pretty blues find my gaze and my damn heart wants to leap out of my chest from the sheer force of emotions hitting me like two-by-fours. Powerful blows rock my world and I take her hands in mine to steady myself. I play it off as needing to give her strength, but in reality, it’s me in need of hers.

Watching her walk away from us all those years ago nearly drove the three of us apart. Hell, it did for about a year. It tore me up inside. Ryder too. And then we slowly worked ourselves back together. Forged our relationship as solid brothers-in-arms anew. But it wasn’t easy. Atlas was driven to the idea that wanting this woman was wrong, when nothing could be further from the truth.

“Do you know the power you have over us, woman?” Only God knows I would stop breathing right now if she were to command it. I release her hands to wrap her face in my palms. Tears slide down her cheeks and I lean in to kiss them away.

“About as much as you have over me.”

I shake my head. “Not even close.”

But how could she know? We were total assholes to her last time she laid eyes on us. And she wasn’t the one who walked—we were. Like fucking idiots.

Soft tinkling sounds hit my ears and my gaze drops to her nipples. Delicious and ready. And by the looks of it making her aware of just how swollen those cherry beads are.

Ryder takes one between my thumb and finger. “When he releases that you’re going to feel a surge of hot pain jolt through you, but it will be exquisite, too. I promise.”

Kandy tenses.

“Do you trust me?”

Her eyes find mine as I speak, and she has so many rolling emotions behind those thick lashes, my heart betrays me again and falls madly in love with her for the tenth time tonight.

No surprise there. She has held the strings to the damn thing long before tonight. A truth we all paid for behind bars. Atlas demanded we stay away which led to an all-out brawl in the middle of a military establishment. Brig time is no joke. It sucks balls.

Once we were released, I gave Atlas an ultimatum—claim her or step aside. Ryder sided with me and for about half a minute Atlas considered his options.

I look over her shoulder and give my friend a brief nod. “Raise up, baby, let Atlas pull from you. It’s my turn to take you.”

Her expression crunches up with a mix of bliss and torture. She’s breathing heavily and I take most of her weight against me. “That’s it, baby. We don’t want to hurt you. Only one of us can take you at a time right now.”

Her stare meets mine and I lean forward, taking her mouth in mine. “Lie back now, baby, and let me fill you with all of me.”

I ease her into Atlas’ arms, and he takes her weight easily.

With her legs wide open, I take my shaft and angle the head at her virgin entrance. Trembling with the need to hold myself back, I ease in the head, loving how her pussy stretches and wraps around. Another inch and I feel the moment I nudge against her hymen.

She trembles as much as I am, and I reach for her hands. “Brogan, oh, yes. It hurts. God don’t stop.” Her head is thrashing against Atlas’ shoulder and she’s arching off his chest, reaching for her clit.

“Ryder,” I say, and he takes the clamps between his fingers and releases them.

Kandy

Isurge into Atlas’ arms where he clamps me against his chest. “That’s it, ride it, butterfly. Ride that wave.” His voice is distant as though I am miles above the earth soaring through the clouds.

Blood rushes to the tips of my breasts. Every bit of what Brogan said is true. The all-consuming pain devouring me is overwhelming and I struggle to find my breath. Throbbing pain pounds into the engorged tips, but I don’t have more than a few seconds to focus on that.

---