Page 167 of X's and O's
“I’m so relaxed I could fall asleep right here,” she half moaned.
I dragged my fingers down the back of her neck and massaged her shoulders. “Sleep then, baby girl. Whatever makes you happy.”
She cracked open an eye. “I think it would be a crime not to have sex on your wedding night.”
I shook my head. “Not in this family. You’re never obligated to—”
She stood, and the dress that Scythe had painstakingly undone dropped to her feet.
My mouth went dry at the sight of her tits and pussy encased in white bridal lingerie. I forgot whatever the hell it was I was trying to say.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Today, and every day.
Her half naked always had the same effect on me.
Instant desire.
She laughed at all three of us, making me realize Nash and Scythe were both having similar reactions.
“What was that about us not having to have sex?”
I tried to remember my words, but my brain was blanking out. “I don’t know, I think I was possibly saying stupid things. We definitely need to have sex.”
“A lot of it,” Scythe added, practically drooling and beelining for her.
“Right now,” Nash agreed. His heated gaze raked her body, and he swore under his breath. “Fucking hell, I don’t deserve this.”
None of us did. We were a couple of assholes from Saint View with messed-up pasts, who’d somehow found a woman who’d ironed out all our rough patches and had turned us into good men. Good fathers. And now I was desperate to be a good husband.
I sat down heavily in the chair Bliss had vacated and watched Nash and Scythe move in on her, guiding her to the foot of the bed. She crawled across it, letting their hands wander her body, letting them kiss her, all while shooting me little looks of desire that told me she knew I was there, waiting my turn, and she would be ready for me when I decided to join in.
It was one of the things I loved most about her. Her ability to include all three of us, so nobody ever felt left out or jealous or ignored.
Nash dragged his lips down her body, taking her panties with him and setting up camp between her dimpled thighs.
She let out a cry of pleasure when he licked straight through her core, her fingers diving into his hair and holding him there.
Nash devoured her like she was his favorite meal, burying his face, spearing her open with his tongue and finger fucking her when she begged for more.
Her first orgasm came quick and hard, her tits still encased in her bra but her body too needy to hold out.
Nash stood back to take his clothes off, and Scythe moved in.
I hadn’t even noticed him taking his suit off, which was unusual because normally I was hyperaware of him.
But I didn’t miss him now. He was all tawny brown skin and rippling back muscles. He crawled across the bed to her and guided her legs apart. He kissed her deep, plunging his tongue into her mouth as she moaned and lifted her hips, searching for him, practically begging to be filled.
He gave her what she wanted in hard thrusts that had them both crying out.
Her cries only intensified when Nash fit himself behind her. His dick glistened with precum and the lube we’d packed in one of our overnight bags. He was thick and hard, and his cock disappeared between her ass cheeks, rubbing up and down, stimulating her from behind until she reached back, guiding him to her rear opening.
Nash hissed, pushing inside her.
Scythe swore. “Fucking hell, you feel so good.”
They moved slowly, giving her body time to adjust, but this wasn’t new for any of us. And she trusted us not to hurt her with every inch of her body. She never tensed, not even for a moment. She was relaxed, her muscles loose, her eyes closed as she twisted between them, encouraging them to take her.
Scythe’s gaze caught mine over her shoulder, and something burned in the air between us.
