Page 36 of Knotty, Nice, & Holiday Lights
I can barely breathe. “Y-yes.”
He loosens his hold on my hair, those sapphire eyes dropping to my lips a moment before he leans in to capture them with his own. His lips, so soft and gentle, part to let his tongue run across the seam of my mouth, drawing a whine from my throat when I allow him access.
Will groans, his tongue swirling and dancing with mine, and I fist his button-down shirt, pull him closer.
I want him. I need him inside me, joined with me.
But he pulls away, and I cry out in complaint, reach for him. His fingers press to my lips to quiet me as he looks over his shoulder at Matthew. He’s looking a bit more comfortable, if aroused, as he bobs his head at Will, who does the same to Asher, some silent exchange between the three of them that excites and frustrates me at once.
What are they saying?
I don’t have to wonder long when Asher approaches, yanking his jacket off as he does, then gripping my face in his hands and pulling my lips to his and feeding on them like he needs my kiss to stay alive.
In a whirl, his fingertips move to my belly, where they skim my skin, drawing mewls from me as he pulls my shirt up over my bra, then grips my covered breasts with a groan.
Sighing, my thighs spread, automatically seeking his touch—any of their touches.
Slick seeps from my core, pooling in my panties, the scent filling the air as my brain begins to haze.
“Please,” I gasp, hands gripping my skirt and pulling it up to reveal the black lace beneath.
There’s a collective groan when I do, and Asher falls away from me, dropping to his knees in front of me with the most guttural groan I’ve ever heard. When he leans in close to my core, he breathes, “Temptress,” and sighs so close, his hot breath is likefire against my slick. “Enticing me with this pussy.” His lips move against my panties, a whine building deep in my chest. “With your delicious scent.” He presses a kiss to my clit through the lace, and I hiss, knees growing weak.
Then Will is behind me in a flash, holding my body up, his warm hands splayed just below my breasts, my back to his chest. My hips move forward on their own, seeking Asher’s mouth, my whine becoming hitched.
“Do it.” Matthew’s command is low, clear, and Asher sighs between my legs before hooking the panel of my panties with one finger and pulling it to the side, drawing a strangled cry from my throat.
“Gods, Izzy,” Asher whispers before placing an open-mouthed kiss to my labia on the right, then slowly moving to the left to do the same.
My slick seeps from my core, and Asher moans against my flesh, my body rigid with anticipation as Matthew finally draws near. I turn my pleading gaze to his mismatched eyes, so familiar, so filled with lust as he looks down at me, those eyes barely flicking across my face before he leans in, almost brushing his lips against mine, then pulling back. A strange sound fills the space, and I realize it’s me, protesting.
I want him so fucking much. My Matthew.
“Where’s my girl?” he asks, voice low, calm, never taking his eyes off mine.
Where’s…?
That haze that had settled around my brain begins to clear, ever so slightly. I reach up with one hand and stroke Matthew’s bearded cheek while lowering the other into Asher’s soft, dark hair.
“Make me come.”
There’s the smallest twitch of a smile on Matthew’s face before he says, “There she is,” and swoops in to claim my lips at thesame time as Asher’s tongue flicks against my clit, making me cry out in pleasure into Matthew’s mouth.
Matthew’s hands slide up to cradle my face, my hand slides to the back of his neck. The sensation of his familiar kiss, along with the way Asher kisses my pussy excruciatingly slow, makes my body heat up and writhe. That’s when Will’s hands slide up from my stomach, over my bra, where they grip my breasts, drawing another whine from me. Then, like they’re using that telepathic link I swear they have, Will pulls the cups of my bra down and pinches my nipples at the same time as Asher slides his fingers inside me, curling them into that special spot that sets fireworks off in my brain.
I’m screaming into Matthew’s mouth, breathing in our combined scents through my nose and holding it in my full lungs, until the pleasure makes me dizzy and I—
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Iz?” I shout her name the moment her body goes limp in all our grasps. The closet we’re in begins to spin, pressure builds on my chest, and I can’t breathe.
“Hey.” Will’s hand grips my shoulder and squeezes. “Izzy is okay. You’re okay. Breathe.”
I do what he says. Experience has told me that steady breathing helps me through these events, but hearing that Izzy is okay helps more.
In the back of my mind, I’m aware I somehow trust these two enough to take them at their word.
“We need to get her back to the B&B,” Asher declares, and I open my eyes to find that he’s adjusted her clothes. She looks like she’s sleeping in a seated position, leaning against him on the floor.
