Page 31 of Conquering the Skies

He unfastened the top button of his shirt and moved down the row at a quick pace. Marcus unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down off his narrow hips. The scene before her reminded Geneva of the first night the three of them had spent together, and the fond memory contributed to the warmth spreading throughout her. While she appreciated watching them disrobe, she couldn’t wait until they both returned to her side.

Marcus joined her first, standing next to the bed. His fingertips skated along her cheek, his light touch driving her wild as he gazed down at her. “You looked stunning today,” he said, sitting beside her. “Though I have plenty of comparisons, it’s probably the most beautiful I’ve ever seen you.”

The mattress shook and creaked as Ash flopped down behind her. With one finger on her chin, Marcus tilted her head toward him but then hesitated and glanced over her shoulder. “May I?”

“You don’t need to ask permission,” Ash said.

“I just wanted to be sure.” A wicked grin spread across his face. “Remember, this is new territory for all of us. I figured I’d be polite before kissing another man’s wife.”

Geneva raised an eyebrow. “It wasyourwife who—”

Marcus silenced her by pressing his lips to hers. Her pulse thudded in her ears as she savored the familiar taste of him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to draw him closer. His tongue probed into her mouth as he reciprocated her embrace, heat emanating from his bare skin. Unable to resist the lure of more intimate contact with him, she leaned backward, pulling him to the pillows with her.

Without breaking the kiss, he resumed his explorations of her body. Deft fingers massaged the pliant flesh of her breast, and every time he brushed across the tip of her nipple, she let out a tiny gasp. On her opposite side, Ash nestled against her, forging a path down her neck with his lips similar to the one Marcus had taken previously. His sweet kisses meandered lower, over her collarbone, until he arrived at the prominent curve of her chest.

Geneva’s muted cries of delight blossomed into a moan when he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud. He, too, manipulated her flesh with his hands, his wide palm engulfing one side of her breast as he laved attention upon her with his mouth. Marcus delivered a swift nip to her lower lip before pulling away, sliding downward on the bed to mirror his movements.

Bliss coursed through her veins as his mouth closed over her other nipple. He sucked it between his teeth, every stinging bite soothed by a broad stroke of his tongue. The differing sensations, each pleasurable in its own way, sent a rush of arousal pooling between her thighs. As they both licked, suckled, nibbled, and kneaded, she longed to alleviate some of the ache building inside her, but their positioning blocked access to her pussy. Her spine bowed as she writhed beneath them, but they pinned her in place.

A fierce tug from Marcus made her yelp in surprise, and her hips jerked upward. He let her breast fall from his mouth, his dark eyes glimmering as he met her gaze. She brushed the jet-black strands of his hair away from his forehead. “You feel incredible,” she murmured. “Both of you.”

Ash also lifted his head, though her flesh remained enveloped by his hand. “Hey, you know what I just realized?” He nudged Marcus with his elbow. “You never told me how pretty I looked today.”

He chuckled. “Maybe I thought it was implied. But I apologize for the oversight.”

With a melodramatic sniff, he turned to the other side, his chin in the air. “My feelings are quite hurt.”

Geneva rolled her eyes at his theatrics but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Let me guess. Now you want him to make it up to you?”

“Well…”

Marcus matched her expression and caressed the back of Ash’s head, running his fingers through his cropped hair. “I’m sorry. You also looked very nice at your wedding.” Propping himself up on his arm, he inched closer. “Though, truthfully, you look even better now.”

“Good save, though not your most poetic compliment.” He swiveled back to face him. “So, maybe you should do as she suggested and start compensating for it.”

His grip tightened in Ash’s hair and he guided his head closer, over Geneva’s chest. Their lips met, softly at first, but the tender gesture soon bloomed into something more zealous. From her position beneath them, she watched their tongues engage in a heated swirl and heard the rasp in Marcus’s throat as he surrendered to the passionate kiss. She’d always loved seeing them together, taking as much pleasure from each other as she did from each of them, yet the thrilling sight before her did nothing to quell her carnal appetite.

Marcus shifted beside her to better counter the next jab of Ash’s tongue. His erection pressed into the outside of her leg, and she could no longer resist the urge to touch it. Working one arm between them, she reached for his solid shaft, wrapping her fingers around its girth. Every inch of his skin was etched into her memory, and she sought out every spot she knew would further kindle his desire for her. For them.

He groaned against Ash’s lips. She strengthened her grasp on his cock, giving it a deliberate stroke. Breaking the kiss, he ducked his head and laughed. “You never did like feeling left out, did you?”

She delivered another light squeeze, enjoying the shiver she elicited from him. “Not really, no.”

Ash stretched out on the other side of her, propping his head up on his fist. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” With his free hand, he traced a line up and down her torso, between her breasts. “I know how much you’ve missed Marcus, so if you want him first, I won’t be insulted.”

The other man’s brow furrowed. “It’syourwedding night. I don’t know, it seems like it would be bad luck or something. I don’t want to overstep here.”

“As I’ve told Geneva in the past, I don’t believe in bad luck,” he said. “But, once again, I’ll defer to her expert judgment.”

“Oh no!” Notes of feigned distress colored her voice, and she giggled. “If you leave the decision up to me, we won’t have any fun tonight.” Marcus’s cock remained cradled in her palm, yet the magnetic draw she felt toward her new husband was also undeniable. “You should know by now, choosing between the two of you is impossible.”

Marcus huffed out a long sigh. “Geneva, Geneva, Geneva…” As he chided her, he, too, lay down beside her, his head level with hers on the pillow. “How many times do we have to tell you? You don’t have to choose.”

“Iknowthat.” She frowned. “You’re both here now, for which I’m grateful, but I want tonight to be special, and I’m afraid if—”

He pressed a finger to her lips to cut off her worried rambling. “No matter what happens, we’re going to have a great time tonight.” With his hand on her shoulder, he tilted her toward Ash, sliding behind her in a position similar to when he’d first joined them in the room. “As your gift for this evening, I came prepared, and I may have some ideas.”

His palm roamed over her body, up and down her sides and stomach, grazing the underside of her breast with each pass. In front of her, Ash inched closer, his swollen cock also begging for attention. The deep longing inside of her hadn’t subsided and she longed for something to sate it. “I’m listening,” she said between heavy breaths.

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