Page 30 of Four Money (Ever and Always 1)

If his cock hadn’t already been mostly hard, that would have done it on its own.

He rocked his hips upward, pressing his erection against her core so she could tell exactly what he thought of the naughty possibility.

“Is that a hypothetical question, or would you like to do an official experiment and see for yourself?” He sure as hell wasn’t going to argue if she wanted to test the waters. Lorenzo and Owen had both made it clear they were available for any and all sexcapades. Not only because that’s how they usually rolled, but they were twice as interested because of Holly. And Trent didn’t blame them. She was beautiful, smart, loyal, and kind. Selfless.

So what if she was only doing this for his benefit?

He didn’t like that thought. So he rose, intending to walk her backward until they fell on his bed together.

“No, Trent.” She pulled at his clothes, dragging his pants down to his ankles. “I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been dying all day. Fuck me here. Now. Please. And if they come home…maybe it was meant to be.”

He growled as he kicked off his pants and socks, then tossed his shirt after them.

When he lunged for her, she was naked too.

They tumbled onto the couch together, her conveniently beneath him as he stared into her eyes. “For the record, if you’re ever horny during the day, you should say so. I’d love to fuck you on my workbench.”

“Someday. Soon. But not now.” She was already spreading her legs, inviting him inside. It had only been ten or twelve hours since they’d last been fused, but he already had the longing to join with her so intimately she couldn’t simply walk away from what they shared at the end of their contract.

This couldn’t possibly be how all her relationships were, could it?

Because he’d never craved anyone like he did her.

Trent bit her neck as he took his hard-on in his fist and guided it to her. She gasped and tossed her head back as he entered her, trying to give her time to adjust despite her sharp little claws digging into his shoulders, urging him to advance.

He’d barely managed to work himself fully within her silky grasp when, sure enough, a key slid into the door. He froze but she didn’t, rocking her hips upward to fuck herself on him when he stayed still. “You’re sure?”

She moaned, then shuddered beneath him as if the thought alone was going to make her come around him. Holy shit.

Trent couldn’t wait any longer. He began to pump into her, both of them groaning in unison as his cock tunneled through her tight muscles. And when he heard Lorenzo curse behind them and start to leave, he looked over his shoulder without breaking stride. “Welcome home.”

Lorenzo looked at him, then at Owen behind him, then at Holly, who was chuckling even as her eyes rolled back. He wasn’t stupid. The man came inside and strode to the armchair nearby. Owen plopped into the matching one on the other side so both of them had an unobstructed front-row seat to their show.

Trent thought he might shoot then and ruin everything. Although he knew that if he came too soon, either of his friends would be more than willing to take care of Holly until he’d recovered enough to finish things properly. But was she ready for that?

Or did having them watch do enough for her?

Holly bit her lip and looked up at him. “I’m so close. Fuck me, Trent. Don’t stop now.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” It wasn’t enough, what they were doing, sliding along each other like two teenagers who’d been left unsupervised a few minutes too many. Trent had to fuck her hard, deeper, and show his roommates that she was the one. For him and maybe for them too.

He withdrew, the strangled moan she made at the loss of his cock giving him a big head. Both sorts.

Transferring his weight to the foot planted on the floor, he stood, then held out his hand to her.

“I told you, I don’t want to go to your room.” She pouted as she refused to take it.

Trent laughed, a deep rumble he hardly recognized from himself. “Good. That’s not the plan. Now come over here so I can finish what I started.”

“Oh.” Holly looked even more adorable with her cheeks stained red. “Okay.”

She didn’t fight him when he half-lifted her, keeping her steady until he could lead her around to the end of the sofa. He hugged her from behind, her back pressed to his chest and abs, her breasts filling his palms. She tucked into the curve of his torso, exactly the right fit.

So when he leaned forward, she had no choice but to bend too, putting her ass and pussy on display for his best friends.

“Shit, yes.” Lorenzo hissed in Portuguese with a few more curses that Trent didn’t have the brainpower to interpret right then. He tossed a wicked grin at his friend, noticing that Lorenzo was rubbing himself over his jeans, waiting for Trent to bury himself in Holly once more.

It was as if he was imagining it was him fucking her, or maybe both of them doing it together.

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