Page 84 of Eight Second Hearts

Indie

The power cuts again. Apparently, they’re working on the mainlines and had to disconnect it all. Power isn’t expected for another few hours, which means we build the fire again. Luckily, it was still going for the aesthetics, but Ram tends it higher when the power drops.

Tripp lights a few emergency candles around the room to help with moving around the house and makes sure we’re able to go to the bathroom without tripping on Bilbo or someone’s boots.

Despite the fire, the chill fills the house pretty quickly since it’s still below freezing outside. I grab one of the thick cashmere blankets and wrap it around me, bundling up on the couch.

Beau plops down beside me with a grin. “You know, if you really wanna stay warm, we could get naked and cuddle.”

I laugh. “Is that really the best way to stay warm?”

“Yes, actually,” Ram adds. When I glance over at him, he holds up his hands. “Don’t blame me. It’s science.”

I raise my brow and then because I’m still riding the high from tasting Tripp’s phenomenal peach cobbler, I shrug theblanket back. Looking Beau right in the eyes, I pull my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor.

His eyes widen at the move before he starts frantically ripping his clothes off. “You ain’t gotta tell me twice,” he laughs, getting naked in record time. “I’ve been prepared for this my whole life. That’s why we got a fur rug,” he adds, pointing to the plush rug under our feet.

“You saying you’re gonna fuck me on it?” I tease.

Ram stands up and I glance over at him. . .

. . . and nearly swallow my tongue when he starts loosening his bolo tie.

“He’s sayin’ we all are,” Ram clarifies. “In case you were confused.”

Yep. I think I combust. Am I even alive right now? Damn sure feels like I’m dreaming. Especially when Tripp’s husky laugh fills the air, and he starts tugging his t-shirt over his head. Well, okay. Looks like I’m about to ride this train to heaven then.

Suddenly, the confidence I had shrivels up and I’m left sitting there, slack-jawed, as I watch the three men shed themselves of their clothing. Three men. At the same time. How do I?—

“Don’t overthink it,” Ram purrs as he steps in front of me naked. He reaches down and tips up my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I’ve got you,periodista. We all do.”

He’s holding his bolo tie in his other hand, and as I look up at him, he loops it around my head and tightens it just enough that the sun with the red jewel in the middle sits at my throat. The two metal ends hang down between my breasts.

“Stand,” Tripp orders and I do as he says, lifting to my feet as Ram moves back to give me space.

Beau reaches for the waistband of my sweatpants and tugs them down. Tripp reaches around to my bra snaps and flicks them apart. I’m naked within seconds, the chill air making my nipples pebble immediately. Ram hums under his breath at thesight of me, the flickering flames of the fireplace and the candles set around giving everything an ethereal glow. Tripp pushes my shoulders, forcing me back down on the couch so that I’m sitting in front of them. All three men step forward, their cocks in their hands, each of them hard.

Ram grabs the bolo tie at my neck and drags me forward. When he presses the tip of his cock to my lips, I pop them open, sucking him inside. The string of Spanish that falls from his lips is almost therapeutic. I don’t know what he says, but damn if it doesn’t make me wet.

“Hands out to the sides,periodista,” Ram orders.

I do as he says, lifting my hands, and both Tripp and Beau guide them to their own erections, allowing me to stroke them while Ram starts to slowly fuck my throat. He doesn’t force himself. He just slowly takes his pleasure.

Tripp grabs my hair and pulls me off Ram’s cock before directing me to his. I eagerly open my mouth, taking him in, only for him to press deep from the first stroke and hold me there. I look up at him to find his eyes already looking down at me, desire swirls in their depths. When I’m certain I won’t be able to hold my breath any longer, he lets me slide back and get a breath before sliding back inside.

When it’s Beau’s turn, he switches places with Ram and strokes himself, watching as Tripp slowly fucks my throat. When Tripp releases me, I immediately swing over to Beau, licking the leaking tip of him. Where Tripp and Ram were soft and gentle, Beau is the opposite. The moment I open my lips, he grabs a fistful of my hair and strokes inside with sharp thrusts, making me gag, moaning at the feeling of my throat squeezing him.

“You feel so good, Indie bird,” he moans. “I bet you’re gushing between those thighs.”

“Why don’t you find out?” Ram asks him. “Show ourperiodistasome love.”

“With pleasure,” Beau groans, pulling from my lips and dropping to the fur rug on his back. “Sit on my face, Indie bird.”

Flushing, I slide from the couch onto my knees and slowly straddle Beau’s shoulders. The moment I’m close, he wraps his arms around my thighs and jerks me forward, sealing his lips over my core and making me gasp out loud.

Tripp and Ram both step forward and I wrap my hands around them, pulling them in and alternating as I swirl my tongue around their tips and switch. Beau clamps down hard on my thighs, forcing me to grind down on his face.

“Look at you,” Ram purrs down at me as I take Tripp’s cock in my throat. “So eager for us to fill you up. I bet you’re going to look beautiful stuffed with three cocks.”

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