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My own thoughts wanted all three of them with every fibre of my being. My own thought was that I had never felt more complete, that my life had never been more on the right track. Being with all of them caused threads of my existence to align into rightness, coalescing into the only decision I could make.
It was my own. Not the townspeople’s. Not the Holy Trinities’. Not Mom’s. Mine, alone.
I cupped his cheek and ran the pad of my thumb along the stubble of his jaw, the rough texture heightened with this movement, because I also knew with my whole heart that this decision could change my life.
Nothing after tonight would ever be the same for me. And for the first time, nothing held me back from making it. It was so right, that anything else I might say was ashes on my tongue. “I want you, Xander. And Cassius and Davon. I want all three of you to make love to me. Please, Xander. Love me. Please. I want you. I want you all.”
Chapter Twenty Eight
He wrapped me in a towel snagged from a nearby neatly folded stack and headed upstairs. I had no idea how he had the stamina after the hours we’d just put in, but I was grateful for it. After the multiple orgasms he gave me, my muscles were like wet noodles and I doubted I’d be able to walk up the flights of stairs.
I was cradled – protected – against his chest, anticipation building like a living thing inside me. He kicked my bedroom door open and strode to the bed.
“Davon. Cassius!” he called before we went into the bathroom.
“Bathroom?”
“I would think you’d like for me to wash you after our…exertions. I also happen to know how much you like showers,” Xander said.
I blushed as he started the shower, remembering my time with Davon, but this wasn’t a time to be embarrassed. He wasn’t, so there was no reason for me to be either. He knew how I felt. Had, in fact, demanded it. He placed me on my feet and kissed me as he removed my towel.
He was already bare-chested. I ran my hands over hot, undulating muscle, delighted with the silken feel of his skin beneath my touch. Then I did what I’d never done to any man before. I stripped him like he’d stripped me.
I slid my fingers beneath his waistband and slipped his pants down his legs, then as he stepped out of them, I wrapped my fingers around his rigid cock and pumped him up and down slowly. Silk over steel.
His lips still on mine, he locked his teeth, a breath shuddering through his mouth. I breathed it in, the air flavored with his scent. My arousal spiked as his hand trailed down my back, between my buttocks and slid through my soaking cleft. His finger found my entrance and slipped inside, fingering me as once again, he took over the kiss. I spread my legs, allowing him to stroke his finger deeper inside me, my entire focus on his hands, mouth, skin.
He backed me up and warm, glorious water cascaded over my head and back. I broke our kiss, tilting my face beneath the water to help it wash the sweat away. He slowly turned me so that my back was locked against his front. His touch disappeared for a moment while he filled his palm with liquid soap. The floral scent filled the shower stall and he massaged it over my shoulders, down my arms and over my stomach. His soapy palms massaging my body was pure heaven.
“Do you like that, Tu Ena?”
He hadn’t called me that strange name, but now it made sense. An endearment. I liked the sound falling from his lips. He nuzzled my ear as both hands massaged my breasts. I liked that. I liked it a lot, and I was about to tell him when I looked up to see Davon and Cassius in the bathroom, staring at me through the clear shower glass. At us. At Xander massaging my breasts while his erection pressed into the cleft of my behind. While I stood there naked with my legs slightly apart, with suds sliding down my body. As my arousal and desire spiked with heady anticipation.
Davon undressed, his erection freed from the tight confines of his clothing, bobbed thick and hot between his legs. He pumped himself lightly as he stepped into the shower, his gaze never wavering from mine.
“This is what you want, Tu Ena?” Davon asked. My fried brain noted they had the same endearment for me.
“Yes. More than anything.” I could only tell the truth, my mind and intent too far gone to fabricate anything other than my utmost desire. My most pressing need.
His mouth found mine, his tongue thrusting against my own. His fingertips, with a touch so light, trailed down my sides and my outer thighs. He flattened his palms, undulating his fingers before moving them to where my body burned for his touch. His fingers skimmed my inner thighs so, so lightly before feathering along my lips.
A groan escaped my lips as he traced a finger along my cleft, already sensitive from Xander’s tongue and mouth. His touch firmed and two fingers replaced one as his contact parted my pussy lips and slipped through my wetness from clit to my entrance.
“You really do want this more than anything, don’t you, Ella? Tell me how much you want my fingers inside you while my brothers watch them slide into your tight little hole.” Davon’s voice was graveled whiskey. While he spoke, his fingers slid through me oh, so slowly, teasing me. I reached for the peak, but his touch was too light. Too slow.
“Tell him, Ella. Tell him what you want. He will do as you say.” Xander’s hot breath caressed my ear when he spoke.
I was wordless, just about numb and all that came out was a long, drawn out groan. I tilted my hips, wantonly wanting him to bury his fingers inside me. All the while Xander’s hands played on my breasts, tweaking my nipples, drawing out the pinnacle I searched for.
“Say it, Tu Ena. Tell us how much you desire us.”
I drew in a deep breath, clinging to Davon’s biceps. “Yes. Please. Touch me. All of you. Please. I need… please…” I exhaled on a sob, unable to speak any more. My mind blanked out in a flash of pure light.
I couldn’t say any more before Davon speared me with a firm thrust of his fingers and buried them deep within me. His thumb pressed my clit, rolling it.. I screamed as every muscle tensed and sensation soared through me, taking me out of mind and body.
I don’t know if I breathed, or if my heart even beat, but when I came back down into my body again, Cassius had me in his arms, a towel was around me and he carried me in his arms towards the bed.
Chapter Twenty Nine
