Page 78 of Single Mom's Bodyguards
I don’t think. I can’t. I just need them.
I’m grinding on Huck without a thought, when Wesley drags me back by the hips. He’s all focus, his fingers sliding under my shirt like he’s determined to prove I’m not going to disappear if he holds me tight enough. My breath hitches, a half sob, half moan, and I feel Huck’s heat against my side, his body enormous and solid even while he’s injured.
I break from them long enough to look at Huck, terrified at how pale he still looks, but he hooks his good arm around me and hauls me against him with a strength that makes me tremble. “I’m not made of glass, sweetheart,” he growls, then kisses me like he’s starving. The taste of copper and sweat only makes it more desperate.
Wesley presses close from behind, his mouth hot at my throat, his hands framing my waist, sliding lower. Sean doesn’t back offeither—he never does. He claims my jaw, biting lightly before his tongue soothes the sting. They peel my clothes off, and I don’t stop them. I need this. Need them. My pulse is a roar in my ears. I’m surrounded, caged, protected, consumed.
The fear in me—the bombs, the blood, the thought of losing them—it doesn’t disappear, but need takes over.
“Let us take it,” Wesley whispers, lips brushing my ear. “Let us take everything you’re carrying.”
The thought terrifies me. How can anyone do that? I trusted David, and it all went to hell.
I take a swift breath, sorting through the noise in my head. I whisper, “I don’t know how.”
He cups my chin, his thumb drawing a line over my bottom lip as his dark eyes pierce me. “Let us show you.”
I nod, and he turns me to face the others as my head falls back against his shoulder. My chest rises fast, guilt trying to take hold again. I should stop this, should push them away before this eats me whole. But they’re too close, and I need them too much to turn them away.
Sean groans, gaze scorching, possessive, like he’s cataloging every inch of me. Wesley’s hands are already on my bare skin. Huck’s good hand cups my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple until I gasp and arch. Each of them tears at their own clothes as they toy with me.
“You’re shaking,” Sean murmurs, dragging his mouth down my throat. “Do we scare you?”
“I’m not scared,” I whisper back. “Not of you.”
“Good.” His teeth scrape my collarbone, and I cry out, clutching at him.
The three of them move in a rhythm I can’t follow—hands sliding, mouths claiming, bodies pressing until I’m nothing but sensation. Huck leans forward, kissing me again, deep and hungry. Wesley pulls me back against him, his hardness hot against me, his breath ragged as he murmurs my name. Sean drops lower, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me until I’m trembling.
It’s too much. It’s not enough. I can’t hold it all, can’t keep the sounds in my throat from spilling out. I hear myself begging—please, please, more—and they answer without hesitation.
Huck shifts me onto his lap, his size dwarfing me, his bandaged arm braced but his other hand guiding me exactly where he wants me, down his thick shaft. I grind against him, desperate, sparks shooting through me as Wesley sits on the back of the couch to the side of Huck, his cock right there, hard for the taking. I suck him between my lips, relishing the tight gasp from him. Sean hovers close, kissing my neck until I can’t breathe, whispering filthy encouragement that makes my body clench and my vision blur. His cock sits at my ass, awaiting an invitation.
I reach back and aim him in there, letting him take the hint.
He carefully works his way into me, sliding out when Huck hoists his hips upward, and thrusting in when Huck glides low. Wesley hits the back of my throat, gagging me, making me lose oxygen just enough to make me hazy.
Just enough to get me there.
I come undone once, then again, my cries muffled by Wesley’s cock. They don’t let up, don’t let me retreat, pulling me back into wave after wave until I’m sobbing with it, until my body feels scraped raw and alive. Another, and another hit in quick succession, and my skin is on fire.
Huck groans, “Fuck, princess, you’re so damn wet. Making such a mess, I’m gonna make you lick me clean.”
I whimper at the thought, and again every time Sean thrusts up my ass. He’s going slow, but it’s intense. That edge of pain keeps me coming, and the heat builds in my core again. My fingers plant in Huck’s shoulders, careful of his bandage. It’s red again, but I don’t think he cares.
“So fucking beautiful,” Wesley murmurs, licking his lips like he can’t get enough of me. His eyes are dark, fixed on me like I’m something holy.
“Mine,” Sean growls into my neck, his hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
“Ours,” Huck finishes, voice a wrecked rasp.
Sean fits as deep as he can, and that extra push sends me spiking through another climax, this one stealing my breath. When it’s over, they disengage, separating and laying me down on the couch so I can breathe. But I don’t want that. Breathing leads to thinking, and thinking leads to disaster.
I drag Sean closer, reaching for Wesley, kissing Huck again, greedy and terrified all at once. Huck wedges his face between my thighs, that tongue ring of his dancing around my clit as his fingers nudge slightly into me. Only slightly. Up, down, up, down. Never entering fully, only teasing. I’m twitching on the couch, desperate for more. “Please?—”
He keeps his fingers in me, but leans over my body. “Time to clean me up, princess.” He props himself up so I can take his cock in my mouth, licking my wetness off of him as he fingers me. When his thumb glides over my clit, I explode on his fingers.
And then, the other two play twister with me, one in my mouth, the other in my pussy. They take turns filling me, surrounding me, their bodies relentless and tender, giving me everything and demanding nothing but the truth of my need. Back and forth, up and down, full, so full, close to bursting until I can’t see straight.
