Page 142 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
I can easily picture the wink he gave her even though he’s behind me.
“Which one?” I ask her at the top of the stairs.
“Second door on the right.”
As soon as we’re in her room with the door shut, I realize that the sex-capades with all four of us will be better at my place or Christopher’s in the future. This bedroom is not very big.
“Gonna be a tight fit, boys,” I say, dropping her onto the queen-sized mattress.
“Yeah, it is,” Christopher says, his gaze on Finley.
She’s flushed and smiling and looks incredible in the middle of the bed about to be ravished by three men who adore her.
She’s clearly so damned happy. My heart squeezes. Is this not at all what I pictured for myself and a little strange sometimes when I think about it? Sure. But when I look at this woman and she looks likethis? I would doanythingto put that look on her face and keep it there.
Fuck…even move in with these two guys and share toothpaste and have their socks mixed in with mine.
But maybe it won’t come to that.
I climb up onto the bed, bracing myself over her and look into her eyes. “Finley?”
“Yeah?” she asks, her voice breathless.
“This is all about you.Iam all about you. So what do you want?”
“Anything?” she asks, her expression turning a little mischievous.
I steel myself. Am Ireallyup for whatever she’s going to come up with? There’s a not-zero chance that this girl is going to test me hard. But I nod. I not only love Finley, but I trust Christopher and Evan. Whatever it is will be fine. As not-awkward as it can be. And she’ll be the center of it. “Anything.”
Her gaze flits past my shoulder to the other two men in the room. “I’ve had a really dirty fantasy for a while now.”
“Do tell,” Christopher says, his voice lower than usual with lust.
“Well…” She starts to wiggle underneath me, working her sweater up, baring her stomach.
I take the opportunity to lower my head and kiss the exposed smooth skin.
“I would love…” Her voice gets muffled as the sweater covers her face.
Being the good guy that I am, I help her sweep it over her head and toss it to the floor, leaving her in only a sweet peach-colored bra. I drag a hand from her neck, over one breast, to her stomach.
“Go on,” I tell her, running my hand over her again, just absorbing the feel of her silky skin.
She takes a deep breath, her lids heavy. “I want Evan to fuck me while Christopher fucks him.”
My brows lift, and I hear the other men groan. I look over my shoulder. “Well, guys, you heard the lady.”
Evan is already undressing. Christopher is alternating between watching him and Finley.
“I definitely heard the lady,” he confirms. His gaze lands on her. “That’s going to be deep and hard. You sure?”
She nods eagerly. “Very.” She starts working on the button and zipper of her jeans.
“You’re going to have to get her ready for that,” Christopher tells me, going to work on his own pants. “She’ll have to beveryready.”
I look down at her and grin. “Well, if I have to, I have to.”
She laughs. “Thanks for your help.”
