Page 12 of Truly Scrumptious

She leaned her forehead against the cool faucet and tried to breathe. Nate was kissing her neck, her back, his grip on her hips gentling to a soothing caress.

“Started the main course without us, I see. Well, I only hope you have room for seconds, because we’re still starving.”

Truly closed her eyes, wondering if she could melt into a puddle on the floor before having to face that voice.

The voice that did not belong to Nate.

Chapter Five

Truly tried to pull away from Nate, to pull down her skirt and hide, but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Too late now, Truly. They saw. They heard you admit to wanting them. Wanting us.”

He held her wrists, holding her arms out wide, his newly aroused shaft slipping out of her even as he turned her to face Clay and Louis. She was completely open to their gazes. Her bra undone and dangling from her arms, her skirt tucked into her waistband. Nowhere to hide.

Her embarrassment was quickly replaced by fascination as she noticed that not only were they looking at her with admiration and lust in their expressions…but she wasn’t the only one in a state of undress.

Where was her control? Her logic? It had left the moment Nate had touched her, and decided not to come back after seeing Louis and Clay shirtless with their jeans undone. How could they all be so mouth watering? Louis leaned against the doorframe, looking for all the world like an x-rated underwear commercial. Licking his lips as he stared at the tuft of tight red curls between her legs. His whole body was lean muscle, the darker blond swirls of hair on his chest and his flat stomach looked so silky soft her fingers curled with the desire to touch.

Clay was an ebony Apollo. His body largely muscled and perfectly smooth. He looked delicious. Edible. She desperately wanted to taste him.

She was shameless. She’d just had the most powerful orgasm of her entire life with Nate. And here she was drooling over two different men while he held her. Maybe she did need therapy after all. Surely this wasn’t normal. Things like this were supposed to be fantasy, right? Not real.

Louis frowned. “You’re thinking so hard I see steam coming off those curls, sugar. I guess we have to do something about that.”

He sent a look Clay’s way and the large man nodded, both of them moving swiftly toward Truly and Nate.

Nate chuckled. “You’re in for it now.”

She didn’t have time to ask him what he meant. Clay swooped her up into his arms and headed toward the granite island in the middle of the kitchen. Louis was swiftly clearing the remaining plates away and sliding the cover onto the flat grill, making room, apparently, for her.

When Clay lowered her onto her back she caught his gaze. He smiled gently, the ticking muscle at his jaw the only sign that he was not as calm as he seemed. “Relax, Truly. You’re beautiful. We only want to give you pleasure.”

Sweet heaven. Louis winked as he slipped her skirt down her legs, along with her flip-flops, and Nate kissed her forehead while he slid her out of her dangling bra before disappearing from the room.

“Where—?”

“He’s just going to get supplies I imagine,” Louis assured her. He leaned over her, his blue eyes sparkling with desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this, beautiful. Especially since Clay and I felt you watching us a few weeks back.”

Truly swallowed. “You, um, you knew?”

Louis licked his lower lip and nodded. “Oh yeah. If we’d been somewhere a bit more private I know I could have convinced Clay to show you more. You enjoyed it, didn’t you, Scrumptious? I can tell. I’m glad, because lately all my best dreams include the both of you.”

Hers too. But she didn’t have the ability to tell him because he kissed her. Truly’s breath shuddered into his mouth. He was an amazing kisser. It didn’t feel the same as when Nate kissed her, but it was still so damn good that it made her thighs tingle. He lifted his mouth and turned her chin with his fingers, and she found herself staring into Clay’s shocking green eyes. “May I?”

She wasn’t sure what he was asking, but she nodded, and he lowered his lips onto hers. Clay’s kiss was as softly romantic and hesitant as she’d expected it to be. At first. But when her tongue came out to taste his he groaned, angling his head for a deeper taste. The kiss growing so passionate Truly reached up to grip his clean-shaven head, wanting him closer. Wanting more.

She gasped into his mouth as she felt Louis’s hand cup one breast, followed quickly by Clay cupping the other. They caressed her in unison, their fingers grazing each other with the comfort and familiarity of lovers. Both of them were overwhelming her with sensation, until a thought suddenly occurred to her.

She pulled away from Clay’s lips. “You three have done this before haven’t you? Nate included, I mean. Made love to the same woman.” They were too comfortable with this, too skilled for that not to be true.

Nate answered as he came back into the kitchen, setting a box of condoms and what looked suspiciously like lube onto the counter by the sink. “Once or twice. There hasn’t been a woman all of us wanted this badly in a very long time.”

“What about you?” Louis drew her attention. “You say you’ve never been with more than one man at a time. Have you ever had a man inside you?” His hand left her breast and he slid his fingers beneath her, slipping between her curving cheeks. “There?”

She blushed. Not a man. “Um, no.”

Nate caught her hesitation. He came to stand beside Louis, his smile tense. “You’ve experimented though, haven’t you, Truly? You’ve fingered yourself, maybe you even have a toy. Have you used it since we met you? Thought about one of us fucking you there?”

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