Page 127 of Till Death Do Us Part (Ariel Kimber 7)

Tyson wrapped his arms around me. He cupped my breast with one hand, his finger and thumb rolling my nipple between them, pinching me ever so slightly. His other hand snaked its way down the front of my body and found my clit.

He strummed it as his lips met with the crest of my ear, brushing against all the metal studs there. They were all black and silver and went with not only my dress but my makeup as well.

“That’s right, girl. Fuck yourself on my cock while we watch them fuck each other. I’ll take good care of you.”

He moved his hands from one breast to the other and began playing with that nipple while he kissed my throat. He bit down gently but sucked on my skin, without a doubt marking me.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he liked watching them together as much as I did, or if maybe he simply enjoyed watching me as I watched something that turned me on so much that there was no way he could miss it since it made me ride him even harder, faster, and he was receiving the benefits from it.

Tyson groaned. “Fuck, I love you.”

I loved him too. So very much. If I could have moved faster, I would have. It wouldn’t be long at this pace before I ran out of breath. Maybe I should have slowed down. Yeah, maybe not.

I sped up, chasing my orgasm. There was no stopping me now.

Julian had Damien on his back with his legs up and over his shoulders. Julian had him folded up as he was bent over Damien, and they were kissing.

The position made me want to laugh because Damien loved to fold me in half, and he pulled that same exact move on me as often as he thought he could get away with it. Now seeing the same thing happening to him, I understood why he liked it so much with me.

Quinton stepped up beside Julian and placed his hand on Jules’s shoulder. The kiss broke, and Julian stared up at Quinton with a smug smile.

I thought it was weird that Quinton was interfering with their intimacy, but that all cleared up when Quinton held out a bottle of lube to Julian.

Good freaking grief.

The man really did think of everything, and he took care of us all in any and every way that he possibly could.

Tyson gripped my jaw and turned my head to the side. He kissed me. His mouth was harsh and demanding, making me stay in this moment with him as everything but my connection with Tyson drifted away.

I wrapped my arm around the back of his neck, and we both shuddered out our releases together as we came.

Our kiss ended with our foreheads pressed together and our heavy breaths mingling. My body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, as was Tyson’s.

His eyes burned brightly with the fire that raged within us all. I was always careful to keep mine hidden from sight and shielded, but Tyson’s was never far from the surface, and strong emotions always brought it out.

I had a feeling I knew exactly what strong emotions he was feeling, because I was pretty sure I was feeling exactly the same things.

Love, it was even more powerful than hate at times. I’d be terrified of the power it gave him over me if I didn’t already know he’d rather take his own life than ever harm me even in the smallest of ways. They all would. It was just one of the many reasons I felt so safe to be able to love them in the first place.

Lips pressed against my chest, right between my breasts, making my whole body shiver. I knew from the facial hair that scraped across my skin that it was Dash in front of me.

His beard gave off the only kind of carpet burn that I didn’t mind receiving. Though, that didn’t mean it didn’t still leave me feeling raw in places, but only a miracle could fix that. I loved his big ole beard, but I was really happy none of the other guys sported facial hair.

Tyson lay back with me in his arms and rolled over until we were on our sides and facing each other, taking me away from Dash’s loving touch. I squirmed in his arms, restless and wanting more.

Always wanting more of them.

What was the matter with me tonight?

Tyson traced my bottom lip with the tip of his thumb. “You’re perfect in every way possible. So beautiful. You’ve made us all lucky in love. Not just tonight, but every night since you’ve come into our lives.”

So many sweet words were on the tip of everyone’s tongues tonight. It was almost more than I could handle, and I didn’t know how to be the girl who easily accepted such love and devotion from the men in my life. But I guessed since we were in this for the long haul, then maybe I needed to figure out how to learn how to handle it, and, given the look in Tyson’s eyes, the sooner I got that figured out, the better.

“Ty,” Quinton barked out. “I need you to go up to the house and get what we talked about earlier. Better to do it now before you wait too long and you’re too tired to want to do it later. Go.”

Tyson groaned before he started cursing his uncle to hell and back in a vicious tone that made me very happy it wasn’t directed at me, because he sounded like a dick.

“What do you need him to get?” I asked curiously as I looked over my shoulder, seeking out Quinton. He wasn’t far, not that he ever was.

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