Page 73 of Priceless
“Do you want to know the plan?” He asked.
“There’s a plan?”
Cameron chuckled. “Everett always has a plan.”
Those same fingers were still moving over my hip, but now without fabric as a barrier, it emphasized that I was naked, and that I could feel his cock pressed against my thigh. I was breathless when I spoke. “What’s the plan?”
“The plan is to make my wife come.” His voice was low. “With my fingers. Then again, on one of our tongues. And after you’re pleasured and relaxed, I plan on taking you back to bed for the rest of it.”
“The rest of it?” I gasped as he moved his hand, easing it between my thighs. My nerves flared to life, aware of everything. The roundness of my body and just how much of me there was, but Everett had no trouble finding exactly what he wanted. His thumb brushed over my clit. Barely there. Just a touch, and yet it felt like a live wire.
Hands lifted the damp ends of my hair off my neck, and a kiss warmed the skin there. “Whether you believe it or not, sweetheart, we want you. And the rest of it means us showing you exactly that.”
Everett lifted one of my breasts out of the water and lifted it to his mouth. His eyes flicked to mine as my nipple disappeared between his lips. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. My mind went blank. Every thought narrowed to the pleasure spiraling outward from his tongue.
“You know what’s excellent about where Everett is sitting?” Micah asked. He lounged next to us, watching us with a gaze full of heat.
I shook my head. Words were beyond me at the moment.
“The jets.”
Beneath me, Everett shifted, pushing his thighs—and therefore mine—wide. Water from the jet rose straight into me. Exactly where my clit met his fingers. Oh. Oh.
Releasing my breast, he pulled my mouth back to his, now toying with my clit as the jet gave me delicious, familiar pressure.
I was pretty sure every woman had gotten off like this at some point, whether in a hot tub or a shower head. There was something about the unrelenting insistence of those streams of water that helped. It dug deep and let you work yourself into it.
“Did you have this planned too?”
The corners of his mouth turned up. “Cam is right. I always have a plan.”
“Fuck.” My hips jerked into his hand, and I had to close my eyes because that position was so much better.
Everett circled my clit one more time before he moved his fingers, curling his hand around the stream of water and lower?—
He slipped inside me, fingers curling and seeking, gentle and insistent. And holy shit. That tiny spot they made toys for. The kind of toys I loved. He found that spot and brushed against it, making my hips jerk all over again.
I dropped my face to his neck with a moan. The scent of him made it all so much better. Deceptively soft until you caught the nuances. Pistachio swirled and was followed by the comfort of his almond. But sweet. Almost like almond frosting.
“Ride the water, little nymph,” he said. “Make yourself feel good on the outside, and I’ll help from the inside.” A harder thrust from his fingers that sent my eyes rolling back in my head, and my hips moving. I did what he said, chasing the pressure, moving my hips over that jet, and every time I moved, he moved, at once matching and colliding with me.
I clung to Everett’s shoulders, face still buried in his neck. The nerves had dissipated, my body now past the point of caring about anything but chasing that elusive pleasure. Honestly, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d orgasmed. I’d been so busy there hadn’t been time to care, or I didn’t want to be reminded of what I couldn’t have.
It came up so quickly I almost missed it. Stealthy but strong, I shuddered through it, hips still moving and trying to drag out that pleasure. It was almost too much now, that stream of water, but it was also so good.
Everett gripped my hair and dragged my mouth to his again. This wasn’t a chaste kiss. His mouth opened mine, tongue claiming me just as thoroughly as his fingers just had.
“Now I have an entirely different reason to like baths,” I whispered.
“I have a feeling I’m going to want to take them more often,” he whispered, slowly easing his fingers out of me. And then he was moving me, and I was nearly dizzy as he placed me over the edge of the tub. “Now, for the next part.”
“Everett.” I pushed up, and a hand on my back kept me where I was. My hands were on the floor, and my ass was now above the water. “What are you doing?”
“Not me,” he said. “And we’re doing exactly what we promised.”
I didn’t have time to think about the position I was in or how it looked, because more hands were on me. Then lips. Then tongue.
And oh. Fuck.
