Page 41 of Rules Of Our Own

The mattress compresses when River sits on my right so that I’m between them, and he sorts through the charcuterie board. He takes his time making a small sandwich-like tower with a cracker, salami, and cheese before handing it to me.

I bite into it and moan in the back of my throat. It’s all melted cheesy goodness.

“Good,” I say to an entirely too pleased River.

“What, you aren’t going to make me one?” Alex teases River, but his mouth snaps shut when River already has one ready for him.

A slight blush tinges Alex’s cheeks, and he speaks before I can ask him about it. “Tell us about your charity. What happens next?”

The buzz of excitement travels through me, and I tell them all about it before anxiety takes over. “Now I just need to figure out exactly how to get more donors. Misty had a few ideas on how to run the social media campaign, and we’re going to work on it for the next few weeks. Then, I guess, just hope like hell it works.”

“It’ll work.” River feeds me a grape, and my mouth bursts with sweet and sour.

Alex pulls me into his arms so my back is against his chest and runs his nose along my neck, casting my skin in goose bumps.

River looks pensive, then sets the tray on the nightstand. “What was the class you forgot about and ended up having to study for the final for thirty-six hours straight?”

“Ethics…You had to remember that?”

“I remember everything.” River hands me another grape, and I bite into it before I can say something stupid. “I remember that you had the second-highest score and that Charles guy was furious about it. Tried to rat you out to the teacher.”

My brows pinch together. “Oh yeah…Whatever happened to him?”

“We had a nice chat on why it’s stupid to tattle on your friends.” Alex smirks, stealing the grape River tries to hand me, and pops it into his mouth.

“Then there’s the time you hustled half the hockey team playing pool,” River says, and there’s something settling in his confidence in me. He slides my robe off my shoulders, and his lips follow its path, placing open-mouth kisses along the newly exposed skin.

“You need to trust yourself. You’ve got this,” River whispers before dipping his tongue into the hollow above my collarbone, and my mind blanks out.

Alex slides my robe down the rest of the way before discarding it over the side of the bed. He kisses the nape of my neck as River stands and strips out of his clothes, revealing his thick cock. I swallow hard.

He kneels back on the bed and leans over me, bracing a hand on the bed. He strokes his thumb over my cheekbone before cradling my neck, pulling my forehead to his.

His movements are slow and measured, like he has infinite time to explore me. His hands trace every curve of my body as if he’s memorizing it, trailing his thumbs over my breasts and across my nipples, circling my navel, leaving goose bumps wherever his touch lingers.

I meet his hooded gaze and tilt my chin up to brush my lips over his.

I lick the seam of his mouth and let out a long, low moan as he takes control of the kiss. I shudder when he cups me between my thighs. His fingers move in slow, lazy circles, and I break our kiss to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out.

“Please,” I say against the side of his throat.

“Please what?” River rasps, curving his palm and circling my entrance before pulling away.

I make a low, almost pained sound at the loss of his touch.

“Kitten, you better answer him.” Alex exhales and touches his fingers to the curve of my hip where it meets my waist. He drags his fingertips along my rib cage, drawing my attention and brushing a kiss on the nape of my neck. Nipping playfully, heshifts down under the covers to lie behind me and guides me down beside him.

River follows, pinning me between them.

Their hearts beat faster with every single touch. Each pulse vibrates where we’re smashed together.

“Touch me,” I reply and close my eyes as warm hands graze my skin.

I forget who they belong to and squirm between them, shifting my hips, searching for more. They touch everywhere, massaging the tension from my muscles, leaving me pliant between strong hands. My nipples pebble under callused fingers while nails rake my flesh and tongues tease my skin. Soft fingers roam over my hips, and every nerve sparks to life, following their path as they dip between my thighs and sink deep inside.

My back arches at the connection, my eyes snapping open to see River’s hand press into me.

“Holy shit,” I breathe.

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