Page 56 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

Slowly he pulls my yoga pants down, his breathing heavy. I close my eyes.

Now I can concentrate. I can feel his skin sliding against my skin as he pushes my knees apart. I can hear his breath and even maybe a little bit of his heartbeat under that.

The mattress is plush and soft underneath me as he climbs up onto the bed, opening my legs and draping my calves over his shoulders.

The first touch is amazing. Warm and pink. His tongue just tracing my seam. It makes the buzzing light inside of me dance and bounce back and forth.

His breath is gentle on my lips as he slowly works me open. Every touch nudges me closer to my full blossom. I can see it in my mind’s eye like a cabbage rose, unfurling from a bud to a full flower.

He knows what I like. He sticks two fingers inside me and taps my G-spot as he mouths my whole clit at once. Taking his time, he lets me shiver against his mouth, knowing that I will be ready when he accelerates.

Fuck, yeah. This is it. I’m starting to get hot inside. There’s that pillar of light, like when a door opens and the room inside is a blaze. The lights billows into the hallway. The light explodes outward.

He fucks me with his fingers, sucking my clit gently, swirling his tongue around me. I rock against him, taking more and more, shamelessly opening up.

And then the pillar of light turns into spirals. Turns into a big bang that starts me all over. Here I am, exploding in all directions.

Exploding.

Endlessly.

White and hot.

Then shattering into a million pieces that land back in a shape that looks just like me, building me back into reality until everything calms, and I’m back into place.

Vaguely I can feel Boone moving on the mattress as he slides up next to me, pulling my body into the shape of his. I am the little spoon. He is the big spoon.

He curls around me and we lie there, on the other side of the world. Just lie there together, until I fall asleep, like dropping into a well.

Chapter 24

AMBROSE

In my defense, we put this together before I knew anything about Jolene.

The idea was to get an international presence. How do you do that, when you are not a billion-dollar company? I figured we could get creative.

I read an article online about a project that had been abandoned on the Irish seaside. A large home that had some historical significance. It was sort of out of the way, but I thought we should be able to get building materials and everything we needed. Most of the rough work had already been done before the previous contractors left it.

Plus, there was housing on-site.

I got wrapped up in the application process. I wrote essays. Really good essays. I sent pictures of all of our work. We communicated back and forth with the landowner. It is a couple who live most of the time in Barcelona. This is their fourth home.

The other details were a little more vague, honestly. I knew we would be bringing a nanny, but I sort of assumed it would be Amber. The initial application went out quite a while ago.

And Harrison said he wanted to try his harem fantasy out, privately, and I agreed because why not? It seemed so far off. I sort of thought I could wiggle out of it if I had to.

But maybe I didn’t really think it through? Maybe I didn’t really get as detail-oriented as I should have?

Because the look on Jolene’s face…

It was like a dart through my chest. The shock. The disappointment. I saw this place through her eyes: Cold, windy, tiny, dark.

I saw the kids.

It felt awful.

And then she sort of… fainted? Well, not really. I suppose the gummy bear had something to do with it.

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