Page 16 of My Ex-Fiance's Best Men
The woman who never felt like the first choice for any man gets to decide whether she chooses not one but three of New York’s most eligible bachelors tonight.
My heart may be broken, but my soul is ready to thrive.
Midnight findsus outside my suite’s French doors, sitting on a bench under the moonlight. The ocean whispers to us from across the beach, streaks of white foam shimmering where gentle waves kiss the shore.
“Dessert was spectacular,” I say. “I’ve never had guava cheesecake before.”
Though not as spectacular as Hayley’s face when Theo personally tipped the kitchen and the bar staff but not her. I have to admit, Theo’s move did satisfy my petty side. The man sure knows how to soothe me from every possible angle.
“Was dessert your favorite part?” he asks, sitting next to me on the rattan sofa.
Dominic and August sit in the chairs on either side of the sofa, and I feel like the world’s most spoiled girl, simmering between these three delicious men, giddy from the wine, and bursting with delight from the pleasure of their company.
“Well, I did enjoy the dancing too,” I concede with a coy smile.
“Just the dancing?”
I turn my head to look at him—a fatal mistake. He kisses me, and I surrender without so much as a second thought. Dominic’s fingers trail down my bare arm, causing tiny fires to erupt all over my skin, while August watches me unfold, lust burning in his gaze.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper against Theo’s lips. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”
“Only if you want to, Phoebe,” he whispers, desire flickering in the blue pools of his eyes. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
His lips crash into mine again, our tongues clashing as the second kiss unlocks a whole new level to this wonderful debauchery. The flirting, the fleeting looks, the subtle touches… they were all building up to this moment.
I want it, all of it, more than anything.
Theo takes control first, cupping my face as he pulls me closer. He deepens the kiss and devours my mouth, while August and Dominic’s hands quietly roam up and down my body. Touching. Feeling. Exploring.
A harsh moan erupts from my throat, my legs parting as August’s fingers work their way under my dress and up my inner thigh.
I hold on to Theo, my fingers digging into his strong shoulders as I taste him, as I consume him with unexpected greed. I want more. I want everything.
“We should take this inside,” he says.
All I can do is nod as the three men gently help me up and through the French doors. We go inside the bedroom where a giant bed awaits, covered in white and gold silk sheets. Orchids blossom in glass pots. The ocean breeze flows through the space, raising the organza curtains as if the entire room just sighed upon our arrival.
The four of us quickly become a tangle of limbs, reaching, exploring.
Dominic kisses me while Theo unties the lacy straps of my dress.
“Fucking hell, Phoebe, you’re a dream come true for the three of us,” Dominic says as he looks down at me.
August comes up from behind, heating my back with his massive frame. My hands reach around and settle on his hips while I glance up at Dominic and Theo.
“Beautiful, soft… wet already,” Theo says, trailing kisses down the side of my neck. Simultaneously, Dominic’s mouth makes love to mine while August draws invisible lines with the tip of his tongue over my nape.
“How do you know I’m wet already?” I manage, breathless and overflowing with feverish desire.
Dominic’s lips stretch into a lazy grin as my dress falls to the floor. He hooks his fingers through the sides of my lace panties and removes them effortlessly before slipping a hand between my legs.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, his fingers sliding right through.
“It’s a given,” he growls. “You have a similar effect on us. That’s why we ended up here tonight.”
Driven by hunger and curiosity while Theo and August keep touching me, squeezing and memorizing every inch of my skin, I reach down and cup Dominic’s erection, quickly realizing I need both hands. Even through the fabric of his pants I can feel him—huge and hard as a rock—throbbing for me.
