Page 47 of My Ex-Fiance's Best Men
August’s tongue penetrates me, causing a tumultuous shiver to course through my whole body. I shudder as Dominic suckles my lower lip, my nipples perky and hard under Theo’s touch.
“I… oh, God, I think I understand,” I manage.
This is their love language. Raw and physical. Commanding and all-consuming. It’s how the three of them communicate with my body and my soul at the same time. They dispel every doubt that muddles my mind by unleashing the woman hidden within.
The woman others have tried so hard to keep down.
She’s always been there, waiting to come out. Little did I know that all I needed was them. Three groomsmen who decided they were no longer going to allow her to stay hidden.
“You’re not going to war against your mother alone, Phoebe,” Dominic assures me. “We’ll figure out the best way forward, but we’ll do it together. Okay?”
“Okay…”
August’s tongue is doing one hell of a number, and it isn’t long before I explode, begging them to fill me, to take me, to ravish me, bury themselves inside me. It’s not long before night comes, swallowing the sky as I become entangled with my men.
Inseparable.
Determined to stick together.
No matter what.
14
DOMINIC
“What the hell is that noise?”
August’s voice cuts through the morning mist of my dreams. I feel Phoebe’s warm, soft body glued to mine.
I need a moment to remember where I am. The Hamptons. The Coates Palace, what we call our summer house. I glance around, content that I didn’t dream the past eighteen hours of lovemaking, swimming, feasting, followed by more lovemaking.
Delight fills my heart as I watch Phoebe’s chest swell with each even breath.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
“It’s the front door,” I mutter, the sound finally reaching my ears with unpleasant clarity. “I’ll get it,” I add and slowly get up, leaving Theo to keep our woman warm while August and I make our way downstairs.
The sun shines through, bright and eager to get the day started. Outside, I catch glimpses of the harbor with its shimmering blue water. It’s a clear day for sailing and an idea pops into my head.We have a boat. I’d love to see Phoebe stretched out like a siren, catching some rays while we sail.
“Ugh, we should’ve pulled all the blinds,” August grumbles, scratching his stubble as we reach the ground floor. “Who the fuck is it?”
We stop by the security panel first, where a screen gives us a clear view of the front porch. My stomach drops while my blood pressure spikes at the sight of Matthew.
August seems just as annoyed. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
As if summoned by our double outrage, Theo joins us.
“She’s waking up. What’s going on?” he asks, looking at the screen with equal irritation. “No. Come on. What the fuck.”
Matthew’s mouth is moving. I unmute the microphone fitted with the doorbell cam.
“Guys, open up,” Matthew says. “Please.”
“I should just throw him out in the ocean and be done with it,” I mumble.
August snorts. “We’ve got great lawyers, brother, but murder is still murder. What possessed him to come all the way up here?”
“I saw you on Twitter,” Matthew says. “I saw the photo by the pool. Phoebe was in the background and I recognized your place. Come on, guys, this has gone way over the line. We need to talk.”
