Page 58 of Say You Love Me

“I’ve dreamt about this moment so many times.” Rylee’s mouth falls to the crook of my neck and he presses his lips against my skin, wet and slippery. “I’ve imagined it in detail.” His mouth slides down from my neck to my collarbone. “How it will feel to thrust inside you.” He’s hovering over my chest now, alternating between kissing and talking. He straightens and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “How it would feel to be inside your mouth.” He drags his thumb down my chin, down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach until his hand cups the place between my thighs. “How it would feel to be inside you when you come.”

His hand grips the hair at the base of my neck as he pushes a finger inside. “I want to be bare inside you, nothing between us.” He presses his forehead against mine. “I don’t know how many times I’ll get to do this, or if I’ll ever get to do it again, so I want everything from you, Finity. Everything.”

And then his mouth is on me. His hands roam my skin. He turns me around and pushes me against the wall, my body squashed against the glass for Hudson to admire. His cock prods against my backside as his mouth continues to assault my flesh.

He moans and he groans. He pants and he grunts until the sound of his desire creates a lust so strong it vibrates within me and I push back against him, grinding my ass against his hardness. He hisses.

Through the fogged glass, I see Hudson. He pulls himself off the wall and is approaching. His eyes travel over my body, exploring every inch slowly as I grind against Rylee. Despite the humidity of the steam, he’s still fully dressed. I long to see him naked. I want him to undress and step inside the shower too. I want to see what it would feel like to be pressed between them. The thought alone is enough for a moan to fall from my lips. Rylee mistakes the sound, assuming it belongs to him and he grips my chin between his finger, pulling my head back so his mouth can meet mine.

Hudson knocks on the glass, tearing Rylee’s lips away.

“Wash her,” he commands.

I keep my eyes trained on my husband as Rylee begins to wash me. He lathers the soap between his hands, forming a thick foam and then rubs it over my body. Redirecting the stream of water away, he starts at my shoulders, digging his thumbs into the soft flesh and massaging gently. It feels so good, my eyes roll back in my head for a moment before snapping to Hudson’s again. But his eyes aren’t on mine, they are fixed to where Rylee’s hands are kneading my breasts. He bites his lip as Rylee pinches my nipples and my back arches, pushing my breasts closer to the glass.

Rylee’s hands slide around my stomach next and then drop to my backside. He leaves my cheeks soaked in suds and moves his fingers to the front to dip between my thighs. Leaning over me, Rylee tips my chest forward to meet the glass while holding my hips back, allowing space for his fingers to slip inside.

Hudson’s gaze snaps back to mine and he studies my expression as the waves of pleasure start to pulse through my body. I try to stay locked on his gaze but the sensations are too much. He floats in and out of my vision as my eyes flutter open and closed. His lips are slightly parted. Rylee moves to allow my body back under the stream of water and all the soap suds wash away. Hudson groans and reaches up to place a hand on the glass above my head, leaning closer, watching as Rylee’s fingers slide in and out. His other hand dips under the waistband of his pants and grips around his erection.

He pumps a few times, slowly, his eyes scanning my body, watching the way Rylee holds it, controls it with his attention, and then he begins tugging at his clothes, peeling his shirt off and stepping out of his pants.

The sight is almost too much.

I have a man, young and slender and so very, very hard, pressed against my back while my husband stands in front of me on full display, nothing but a pane of glass between us.

And he is glorious.

A fine spattering of dark hair covers his chest. His stomach is lined with bulging abs. His chest rises and falls with each labored breath and his cock stands upright. But it’s the way he’s looking at me that’s setting my pulse on fire.

Moving to reach into the shower, he holds out his hand and I take it willingly, removing myself from Rylee’s attention without hesitation. Hudson leads me to the bed, not caring about the water that runs down my body and leaves puddles on the floor. Rylee follows, but Hudson is the one who holds my attention. Hudson is the one who I long to touch and taste.

“Lie down,” he instructs, nodding to the bed.

As soon as the physical connection breaks between us and he lets my hand go, a wave of awareness descends. This time there is no high to dull my apprehension, no alcohol to smudge the lines. I’m lying on the bed with two naked men standing over me. They both look at me with heat trapped behind their gaze. They are both gloriously naked. Rylee’s pale skin glimmers with moisture. Hudson’s tanned skin glows from the evening light streaming through the window.

My heart races.

My throat goes dry.

Goosebumps dimple my skin in the wake of their gaze.

Hudson grabs a chair and drags it across the wooden floor until it is close to the bed and then he sits. He nods once to Rylee who climbs over me, nestling his body between my legs. My breath quickens. My thighs clench. This is nothing like I anticipated. I thought it would be all heated lust, feverish movements and panting breaths, but this is different.

This is slow and exposed and dirty.

I’m unprepared for the anxiety that eats at my gut. Everything is too focused on me. There are two pairs of eyes glued to my every movement, every flush of my skin, every hitch of my breath. Their gaze feels like flames licking my flesh.

“Open for him.” Hudson’s voice is tight with arousal. He worries his bottom lip with his teeth, leaning forward on the chair as though he wants to be closer but is too afraid of what it will do to him.

I’m wound too tightly. Even though I’m lying on the bed, seemingly stretched out beneath Rylee, my muscles are clenched, my body rigid.

“Open for him,” Hudson says again.

Rylee leans above me, propped up by his hands, dark curls dangling down the sides of his face. His eyes scan mine, flicking back and forth. They are almost colorless, caught between blue and gray, the color of a cloud barely distinguishable against an overcast sky.

He dips his head, lowering his lips to brush softly over mine. “It’s okay,” he whispers against me. “We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.” He nips my bottom lip sending a jolt of lust to my core. “I want you to want this, Finity. I want you to want me.”

Hudson gets to his feet, his cock protruding strongly. “Open for him.” His voice is now a mixture of desperation and pleading and my legs fall open at his command.

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