Page 89 of The Burnt Heart

“What’s got into him?” He hiked his thumb at Logan, and I just shrugged, continuing to lap at Briar’s hand until it was clean. He’d grown steadily harder underneath me and I wriggled, not content to tease just one of my husbands into madness.

“Oh, now I get it.” Jesse snatched up his cold smoothie and sank into the chair opposite us. I wouldn’t ever fall pregnant, but Jesse and I very much enjoyed trying. Greenich Bay was my baby and when I needed snuggles, I had Toby. Jesse’s continual devotion soothed my fear about him wanting children. There was something about the thought of getting me pregnant that set him off in the bedroom.

“It's melting quick today,” Briar laughed. His fingers dropped to the inside of my thighs and pried my legs open. He teased the seam of my bikini, smiling as my breath hitched. I continued to eat my gelato while he ran his fingers up and down, languid. Logan watched on with a feverous heat. Now I knew how he felt. Briar’s elegant fingers stroked at me, absentmindedly, while he enjoyed his gelato. Need coiled in me, a fire stoked and humming.

This trip had felt like one long orgy, but I always wanted more. It was hard to remember a time when we weren’t on each other constantly. Midday quickies had turned into afternoon sessions. Until Logan had booked this trip and insisted, we get away.

A belated honeymoon. The ring on my finger caught the bright light, luminescent under the blaring sun. We’d spoken soft vows in front of our tree. There was no ceremony, or piece of paper to record this marriage. I’d etched them on my soul the day we carved our initials into the tree. They were my husbands, in the only place that mattered.

My heart.

We traveled often now, and it was as wonderful as Logan had envisioned. He was working with his mentor, Chris, and often traveled with him on photography assignments. But it was the travel we did together that he truly loved. The four of us together, exploring unknown places and enjoying each other. My heart had never been so full.

“I love you, Adelaide.” Briar’s teeth scraped my neck. I shuddered on his lap, trying to move my hips so he would brush his fingers where I craved them.

“I love you too.” As he pulled his fingers away, I moaned. He shrugged under my glare, eyes dancing.

“You can’t get upset. You tease us all the time, case in point.” He waved a hand at Logan’s straining shorts. I huffed in annoyance, but I couldn’t argue, which was why I stood and undid my bikini top, tossing it to the side. Their eyes heated, but I draped myself across the sun lounge instead. My fingers dipped underneath my bikini bottoms. Well, what did they expect? The sun on my bare breasts was decadent, but not as sizzling as commanding their attention.

“You’re asking for it,” Jesse warned, dropping his drink on the table. The ice jostled inside of it.

“For what?” I drawled as they all stalked over. Their shadows loomed over me. I palmed my breasts with one hand while my fingers worked under my bikini. My fingers slid easily around my wet clit, making my toes curl.

“You want to drive your men wild?” Jesse’s hands landed on his hips. I leapt up and raced toward the door with a giggle. But a muscular arm banded around me, and he lifted me up, carting me through the door.

“Of course, she does. Been teasing me all morning,” Logan complained, but I could hear the smile in his voice as he carried me to the bedroom. Jesse tossed me on the rumpled bed. They filtered into the room like wolves, and heat built between my legs with anticipation.

“We wouldn’t have it any other way.” Briar looked at me with adoration.

Neither would I.

And as my guys converged on me, ready to punish me for my teasing, I was consumed with thankfulness. Our love was worth every risk.

“Not you,” I told Logan as he put his knee on the bed. I waved him back into the armchair in the corner. “You’re going to sit right here and watch.” I pulled his shorts down and wrapped my hand around his stiff cock.

“As long as that’s ok?” I whispered.

“Yes, master.” He gulped. My finger swiped through the beading cum on the end of his cock, and I sucked on it with relish.

“I love the way you taste.” I leaned forward and fused my lips to his. “Now I want you to fuck your hand. Make a big mess for me. I want you to come so hard you hate yourself, understand?”

Logan fisted his cock, teeth clamping down on his bottom lip. Jesse pushed my top half on the bed and unraveled my bikini bottoms. He tossed the flimsy material to the side and spread me for Logan’s perusal.

“Look at our girl’s perfect pussy.” Briar joined him on the other side and they both widened me. Stretching me with a delicious sting. Jesse dipped one finger inside with a soft moan.

“Goddamn princess.” He added a finger and thrust it in languidly. “Someone is excited.”

I pushed my ass up in the air, wiggling it a little. I knew what would happen and Briar didn’t disappoint. His hand landed on my ass, a delicious warmth spreading out from the initial sting.

“Don’t be greedy. You’ll get what you want when we’re ready to give it to you.” The authority in his voice made me shiver. Logan muttered curses in the corner. We were getting Briar the boss today. The metallic slap of his belt being wrenched out made me suck in my breath. Beneath the quiet, sweet facade lurked a sharp tongued, demanding man. I might be Logan’s master, but he was mine. Jesse’s fingers reached places inside of me I needed. But it wasn’t enough. I chanced a slight rock, just a buck of my hips, to encourage him. But Briar didn’t miss it, letting out a sharp click of his tongue.

“What did I tell you? Jesse, stop what you’re doing. Adelaide needs a reminder.” Jesse pulled away, and I whimpered, turning around to glare at them both. Jesse sucked on his fingers with a smirk. He loved watching Briar work me over, happy to play assistant. Logan had slowed his strokes, pole straining and leaking cum. The head of his cock was engorged and red as it peeked through the desperate clasp of his fist. Briar wrapped his fingers around my chin and wrenched my head toward him.

“Eyes on me,” he growled. “I’m disappointed. I told you to wait. Now you’ll have to be satisfied being my little fuck toy.”

His zipper was a roar in the room, and he crept it over his bulge. I bit my tongue, frustration channeling into the heat between my legs. I parted my thighs for him to press between them, his cock waving in my face. The length of it frightened me when I first saw it, and its thickness was still a challenge to take. Having more than one husband was a blessing, Jesse and Logan stretched me out and filled me with their cum. Enough that I could take Briar. But he wasn’t going to fuck me on his giantdick. He tapped it on my plump lower lip, raising his eyebrow. He was going to choke me on it.

“Swallow his cock, princess,” Jesse moaned, wrapping his hand around my hair and guiding my gaping mouth over the flushed head. The corners of my mouth stung as I tried to take as much as I could. I undulated my tongue. The most I could do with him filling every available space in my mouth. Briar didn’t stop until he hit the back of my throat, even then he held me as I spluttered. My vision blurred with sudden tears, and I sucked gallops of air through my nostrils. Jesse’s grip on my hair tightened, adding a sting to the overwhelming sensation of suffocation. Panic rose in my chest, chased by excitement. My nipples were already hard when Briar reached down to pinch them.

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