Page 142 of Filthy Rich Silver Foxes
"Same thing," I shoot back, stealing a sip of her water just to make her huff.
I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with these three people.
Chapter46
Gen
The villa is everything I didn’t realize I needed.
It’s secluded and serene, bordered by thick forest on one side and an endless sprawl of blue water on the other. Sebastian’s private getaway, he called it. It’s a place untouched by the noise that has been our lives for months.
The air smells like salt and sun, crisp and clean.
Max set up a fire pit on our private beach earlier, and the soft crackle of it fills the silence between us. I sit on a thick blanket spread across the sand, my back against Silas’s chest, his arms draped loosely around my waist. Sebastian lounges nearby, one leg stretched out, one bent lazily, a glass of something dark in his hand. Max tosses another log onto the fire and sinks down on my other side.
It’s quiet. Peaceful.
I shift slightly, adjusting my weight against Silas, and feel his hand tightens on my hip.
Sebastian’s fingers tap once against the side of his glass.
"Come here," Sebastian says.
I go without hesitation.
Max helps me up, his hand brushing over the curve of my stomach like he can’t help himself. I cross the few feet to Sebastian, and he pulls me down to straddle his lap.
The fire behind us throws his face into sharp relief. He looks at me like he’s already stripping me bare, and my whole body tightens under the weight of it.
His hands settle on my thighs, dragging slowly upward until they disappear beneath the hem of my coverup. The first brush of his fingers against my bare skin has me shivering.
"You’re not wearing anything under this," he says, voice low.
It’s not a question. It’s an observation.
I shake my head.
Sebastian hums, pleased, and shifts his hips under me, letting me feel exactly how hard he already is.
Behind me, I hear Silas’s low chuckle, followed by the shuffle of movement as he comes closer.
Max stays where he is, watching, always the careful one, the patient one—until he isn’t.
Sebastian slides one hand between my thighs, parting me easily, finding how wet I already am. His fingers stroke through the slickness until I’m grinding down against his hand without realizing it.
"Greedy," he murmurs. "Always so fucking greedy for us."
Silas kneels behind me, his hands skimming up my sides, pushing the coverup higher until it’s bunched at my waist.
Max moves last, stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside, his eyes dark as he watches them work me.
Sebastian pushes two fingers inside me without warning. I gasp, my hands flying to his shoulders to anchor myself. He crooks them just right, finding that spot that feels so fucking good.
Silas’s hands slide over my ass, spreading me open. The cool press of lube against my other entrance makes me whimper.
"I’ve got you, baby girl," he says, soothing and wicked at the same time. "You’re gonna take us both. You can do it. I know you can."
The first push of his finger breaching me is sharp, a stretch that has me panting against Sebastian’s throat.
