Page 57 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
Brooks smirks as he kisses me one last time, then moves to the far side of the makeshift bed. I feel his absence immediately, but it’s quickly soothed when Austin crawls over me.
Somewhere in the last thirty seconds, he ditched his sweats and is already completely naked.Okay, then.
I open my mouth to say something, but he immediately stops me with a fierce kiss that stuns me into silence.
“That was fucking miserable,” he groans into my neck, “but it was also hot as shit. My brain’s a mess right now.”
“Let me help with that,” I say, pushing him back so he’s lying beside me. I crawl down between his legs, licking up the length of his cock.
“Is that better?” I ask innocently.
“Mmhmm…” he moans into the fist he’s holding up to his mouth.
Using that as my cue, I take the tip in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around, which makes him moan louder.
I feel someone press in behind me, and I just know it’s Conrad. One of his hands grips my hip, while the other gently runs over my pussy.
“You’re already so ready for me. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”
I moan a “yes” around Austin’s cock, which makes him arch up into my mouth even more. Conrad’s cock slides inside of me. I move up and down Austin’s length in time with Conrad’s strokes.
Austin’s whole body tenses below me a moment before his come hits the back of my throat. “Fuck, angel,” he groans as I swallow down every drop.
Popping off his cock, I moan when Conrad hits a particularly delicious spot inside of me. Suddenly, he pulls out, and I’m flipped onto my back, still lying between Austin’s spread legs.
“I want to look into your eyes this time when you come,” Conrad says, his eyes tracking over every inch of my body—a body he didn’t see much of the last time we did this.
His hands slide under my ass, sliding me up over his thighs. My legs wrap around his kneeling form as he slides inside of me. His grip on my ass is firm enough it will probably leave marks, but I don’t care.
No, actually, I do care. I want a reminder of this night. Of these men and what they’ve done to me.
His thrusts are brutal as he slams into me. I stare up at Conrad, unable to look anywhere else as he destroys me in the best way possible.
A tattooed arm reaches for my mouth, and I open, letting the two fingers slide in and over my tongue. They’re only there for a second before they’re on my clit, rubbing delicate circles on the already sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Shit, I’m going to get hard again,” I hear Austin groan behind me.
“I told you you’d like all this if you gave it a chance,” Brooks says to Austin, pressing down harder on my clit.
“Hadley,” Conrad says as he continues to thrust. My eyes, which I hadn’t even realized I’d closed, snap open, looking directly at him. “Come… now.”
His cock hitting just the right spot, the pressure on my clit, and his words all flow over me like a weighted blanket. A whole-body orgasm coils through every inch of me.
I don’t even know what my body is doing or what I’m saying as the pleasure rolls on for endless seconds or minutes. I’m vaguely aware of Conrad cursing and tensing inside of me before easing out.
Brooks lifts me back up to the pillows, and Austin wipes me down with a warm washcloth. A blanket is draped over me while Austin and Conrad snuggle in on either side of me.
Brooks lies down on the sectional behind us. His hand reaches down, lacing through mine.
My body and my mind are utterly exhausted, so with all my men surrounding me, I close my eyes.
My men. I like the sound of that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Brooks
“I’ve gota good feeling about tonight,” I tell the guys in the dugout, leaning my weight on my bat that’s pressed into the dirt.
