Page 228 of Pucking Around

“Never let me go,” he pants, his hands in my hair. “Rach, please. Never let me go. Marry me.” He pulls away, hands cupping my face. “Marry us.”

My eyes go wide. “What?”

“We can’t make it official,” he says, shaking his head. “I googled it. There are laws that say we can’t be official, but I want you to marry us anyway. No Elvis, no churches, no paperwork. Just your promise linked with mine.”

I glance from him to the others, eyes wide. “How would that—you don’t want that,” I whisper, looking to Ilmari. “You would want that?”

He scowls at me. “What do you think ‘mennään naimisiin’ means?”

I blink back at him. “I don’t know. I don’t speak Finnish!”

“It means ‘marry me,’” he huffs. “I say it all the goddamn time.”

“Well how am I supposed to—”

“Enough,” Caleb says. “Hurricane, do you want to be illegally married to Mars based on nothing more than a verbal agreement spoken here in this living room?”

I fight a laugh as I nod. Sitting on another man’s lap, feeling his hard cock against my thigh, I hear myself saying, “Hell, yes. I marry you, Ilmari.”

He nods, lips pursed like he can’t decide if he’s pleased or still annoyed.

“And Cay, baby?” Jake teases, brushing a hand through my messy hair. “You wanna be illegally married to Cay and live in dirty fucking sin with him? You want to be his good girl and ride his weird, ribbed cock for the rest of your life?”

I snort. It’s quite a set of vows. The kind you most definitely immortalize in song form so that your children and their children can never escape it. I’ll put daddy to work on it as a birthday present for Cay. “Yes,” I say, my gaze locked on Cay’s gorgeous, dark eyes. “I marry you, Caleb. You’re mine.”

He smirks, ever the cool customer.

“And me, baby?” says Jake, both hands cupping my face. “I loved you from the moment I saw you. You stole my breath away, and I’ve been living on borrowed time ever since. Be my life support. Keep my heart beating. Marry the fuck outta me.”

I grin, my own hands cupping his cheeks. “I love you so much, Jake. You walked into that bar, and I never stood a chance. I am so irrevocably yours. Be mine forever.”

“Forever,” he murmurs, his lips brushing mine. “Forever and forever and forever.”

We kiss, pouring our need into each other. I fight him for dominance until I’m squirming, breaking our kiss, his hands on my breasts, kneading me through the silk of my cami.

“Fuck,” I pant, slapping his hands down so I can jerk my cami off up over my head. I throw it behind me, not caring where it lands. “I need you all. Need to have you.”

Three pairs of eyes watch me, but it’s Caleb who speaks. “Say what you want, Hurricane.”

Pushing off Jake’s lap, I stand and take a step back, dropping my silky shorts to the floor, leaving me naked. “I want all three of you. All at once. I want to be dripping with your cum. Make a mess of me. Claim me so there’s no more doubt where I belong.”

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All three of my guys are staring at me wide-eyed.Good.I want all their attention. All their love. But I also want to play. I want to break the curse of this awful night and bring us back together. I want joy again. Laughter and love.

And I want some really amazing sex.

“I’m going upstairs now,” I say, ready to poke my three stupidly hot men into action. “I want three cocks inside me. Either join in, or I’ll get creative with my toy collection.”

Turning on my heel, I get exactly three steps before they all give chase. Ilmari is the fastest, slinging me over his shirtless shoulder and carrying me up the stairs like a sack of flour. I grin like a loon as Caleb and Jake follow, taking the stairs two at a time.

Ilmari marches me down the long hall into Jake’s room and tosses me down at the foot of the bed. The old frame is gone. Instead, the guys have rigged up a double king bed on a low-rise platform. Ilmari bought a copy of Jake’s precious mattress, so there would be no arguing over spots.

My breath leaves me in a puff of air as I scoot towards the middle. But then I gasp, laughing out loud, as he grabs me by the ankles and drags me down the bed, spreading me open. Muttering something I don’t catch in Finnish, he drops to his knees on the floor and covers my pussy with his mouth.

“Oh—” My back arches as he pins me down with his firm grip, his tongue teasing me from pussy to clit. I curl forward with a moan, my hands going to his hair.

Behind him, Caleb and Jake make quick work of shedding their clothes. All three of them were shirtless to begin with, so a drop of the pants has them naked and ready to go. The room is lit only by the soft light of the bathroom and the hallway, making everything feel dark and close and comfortable.

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