Page 12 of Four Love (Ever and Always 2)

Holly froze, a moment away from climax. “Huh?”

“Not this time anyway. Next time, probably.” Trent grabbed one of her knees in each palm and rocked them back so he could plunge all the way in.

Holly seemed like she might argue, except the combination of Trent’s drilling cock, Owen’s hand stroking her clit, and Lorenzo reclaiming her mouth with his own made it impossible. Every muscle in her body tensed. From this close, Owen watched her pussy clamp around Trent’s shaft before she fed her scream to Lorenzo and shuddered between them.

Trent tried to ride it out, to let her take her fill, but he had to bail at the last minute. “Fuck, Holly. It feels too good.”

He rolled to the side toward Lorenzo and shoved their friend’s shoulder in Holly’s direction. His meaning was clear even if he was rendered speechless by trying to keep his desire in check.

Holly was still surrendering small, evenly spaced moans and sighs when Lorenzo took Trent’s place and rubbed his dick up and down her slick slit. Her eyes flew open and her mouth formed a tempting O as she caught on to Trent’s diabolical plan.

When she nodded, and held her hand out toward Lorenzo, he gave her what she wanted.

The man dropped a string of Portuguese that was probably part curse and part thanks as he invaded her still pulsing pussy, surrounding himself in her heat and softness.

The thing about Lorenzo was that he had nerves of steel and all the self-control that Owen lacked. He’d see this as a challenge. Owen grinned and settled in for the show.

“You think this is funny?” Holly asked with a wry grin.

“When it’s them you’re torturing, yeah.” He laughed, then wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, leaning down to seal their mouths in a kiss. He hadn’t meant for it to be so explosive, but when she met him halfway they collided, their lips crashing against each other as they took what they needed.

He’d wanted to do that from the moment they’d recovered her from the blackmailers. Waiting for hours, and acting like they didn’t have this intense bond between them, had nearly wrecked him all over again.

“Yeah!” Trent cheered them on. “Get her ready again so Lorenzo can make her even hotter for your turn.”

Owen growled, the anticipation of having her only ramping him up higher. But first, Lorenzo was going to pamper her and give her a break. They all knew Owen wasn’t capable of that kind of patience and gentleness.

He backed away, busying himself with caressing every inch of her that he could reach from his side of the bed while Trent did the same from his, kissing her shoulder and telling her over and over again how great she’d felt wrapped around him and how hard he was going to come when he finally allowed himself to surrender.

Lorenzo smiled down at her when her eyes finally fluttered open again. He cuddled her in his arms and rubbed his cheek against hers. His hair fell across their faces, curtaining them from Trent and Owen. With a sense of false privacy, he murmured, “Hi.”

“Hey,” she smiled contentedly.

Maybe Trent had been enough for her. Owen and Lorenzo wouldn’t blame her if he had.

“You’re not going to leave me like this are you?” she murmured.

“Like what?” he wondered.

“Needy. Hoping for more…”

“I’ll give you as much as I can,” Lorenzo promised. Would she realize, as Owen did, that he was talking about a lot more than a ride on his dick? Holly had reached the real Trent and brought him out from behind a wall they’d never been able to break through. It hadn’t taken her long to get to each of them, even if she had no idea of how special that was. Lorenzo was hooked too. If he couldn’t say so, he was about to let his body do the talking for him.

“Good. I can take it, Lorenzo.”

Did she realize what Lorenzo suspected? He’d confessed to Trent and Owen one drunken night that he believed the reason his almost-bride hadn’t showed up to their wedding had been because she couldn’t handle Lorenzo’s desires. That he never should have risked sharing her with a friend they’d grown up with, not even if she’d been the one to plant the idea in his mind.

Lorenzo had heard they’d ended up together and somehow genuinely hoped those backstabbers were happy, even though her one-time fantasy—which may have been a ploy to test-drive the other man—had triggered something in Lorenzo that he’d never been able to shake.

Owen prayed, for Lorenzo’s sake if not his own, that Holly wouldn’t decide later she’d checked a foursome off her sexual bucket list and leave them with only memories of how incredible an encounter like this could be with no way to ever achieve these heights again.

Lorenzo must have been sharing Owen’s thoughts. His cock wilted slightly. Of course, Holly noticed. “Need a break? Or maybe a hand…or mouth?”

He shook his head. “No, I only need you and this silky pussy.”

“Quit thinking and fuck,” Trent commanded. “Don’t let your doubts ruin the best thing we’ve ever had. Trust me, it’s a terrible idea.”

Lorenzo nodded then seemed to allow physical sensations to overwhelm him. It was the only way to guarantee he didn’t let his issues trip them up like Trent’s had the night before. Owen vowed he would do the same when it was his turn.

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