I held her tight against me and returned her exuberance, tangling my tongue with hers and giving enough heat that we both pulled away with flushed faces and labored breathing. I was still a little dazed when she passed me by to plant another hard kiss on Cade’s waiting mouth. There was more heat than I expected in the act of watching her kiss him with everything she had, pressing her gorgeous, pliant body against his. His eyes were burning with lust when she left him too, and then it was Luca’s turn.
We’d started to attract some stares by the time Luca and Allie struggled to break apart, my friend chasing her lips with his and putting a sweet, saucy smile on her face. Our girl knew her power, and she seemed to revel in the attention. It wasn’t every day the average person saw a woman make out with three different willing men in a row in the middle of a wholesome karaoke bar, even in the poly-friendly landscape of LA.
I didn’t mind the stares either. Not even when Allie seemed to beckon all of us closer, and then our bodies were caging hers in against the table, and she was trading kisses and lip bites with each of us. For once, I wasn’t worried about my reputation, even knowing that Delia was here and word of this whole scandalous outing could easily get back to my employees at Ratliff Records.All I could think about was getting this gorgeous woman alone—well, alone with my two best friends. The idea of us finally getting a repeat of our night in Vegas had my cock twitching to life.
Allie looked desperate for it. In awe of her own hold over us, and starstruck by the entire night. She confirmed my suspicions when she whispered to the three of us, “Thank you all for tonight. This is…the best date I’ve ever had, bar none. And you’re all so…” she trailed off, laughing and blushing a little. “I just think I’m the luckiest woman on the earth.”
“Not as lucky as we are,” Luca said hoarsely, his eyes clouded and dazed, and though Cade and I stayed silent, Allie knew we agreed.
This entire night was for her, and there was no greater feeling than seeing her face light up, our efforts successful. Maybe all of these bells and whistles, the extravagance of our first date, was partly an apology for our absence from her life since that fateful Las Vegas trip. For leaving her to fend for herself as a single mom all these years. I certainly felt a little guilty about it, though I had no idea about Daphne, my maybe-daughter.
But even guilt couldn’t overtake the heat we all felt in the air, tangible and sticky and right. Allie felt it, leaning in closer to us to practically purr, “I like seeing all of these people watching us. Knowing that I’ve got you all right where I want you.”
Fuck, she was irresistible. It was time to reveal my last surprise—our last surprise, really, since it had been a joint idea. I put a hand at the small of Allie’s back and yanked her against me, making her gasp when she felt my erection against her belly.
“You can take us all home with you too,” I told her gruffly. “Or…well, not home. But there’s a hotel room with a bed big enough for four just a block away. All yours if you want it, superstar.”
My friends were both smiling with tinges of wickedness, flashes of canine teeth. We were all hungry for a taste of her. And Allie was just as ravenous, though she sweetly asked us first, “Is that…something you all want? All three of you sharing me again?”
I could think of nothing I wanted more. I wanted to watch Allie fall apart, take all three of us into her perfect body again and again. I wanted to witness her living her ultimate fantasy, being worshipped by all three men who adored her.
At our three nods, Allie grinned, declaring, “Alright then, boys. Let’s get out of here.”
28
ALLIE
There was little room in my head to take in the lavish look of the hotel room Gavin had bankrolled for us when the four of us half stumbled across the threshold together, drunk off each other’s company even as we were tapering off with the booze-haze we’d built up before karaoke. Plush furniture, gold accents, and at the center of the huge space, an enormous, well-made bed with plush pillows piled high. Just the sight of it, the physical reminder of all the pleasure yet to come, had my knees turning to jelly.
“This is perfect,” I said to Gavin, to all of them, without taking my eyes off the bed we’d all share. Visions of sinful fun played out in my head, an imagined sizzle reel.
“We’ve all been wanting this for a while,” Gavin admitted, coming up behind me to gently brush my hair off my neck. I shivered as he pressed his lips to the skin he’d revealed, the smooth expanse that was neck and shoulder at once. He hummed, taking in my scent, and spoke to his friends. “Isn’t that right, guys?”
“Since the morning she left us in Vegas,” Cade’s gruff voice came from my other side, his words seeming to brush my skin though he wasn’t touching me yet.
Luca didn’t speak, but instead, he surprised me by being the first to really take what he wanted. He came around to face me and, as Gavin stepped back, Luca pulled me into him for a hard kiss with a hand at the back of my neck. It was proprietary, a little rough, which didn’t fit the sweet man I knew him to be, but his warm, decadent Luca taste was unmistakable. It made me almost lightheaded, but a second pair of strong hands–woodworker’s hands, I could tell by their size—grabbed my hips from behind me. Squeezed.
“You taste like heaven,” Luca murmured against my mouth. “So beautiful.”
The warmth of his words seeped into my skin, trailing all the way down to give a needy pulse in my clit. I was panting when he pulled away, breaking our kiss but keeping his hand where it was. Holding me there.
“Take that little tease of a dress off our girl so we can all get a good look at her.”
That was Gavin, taking charge the way he was born to do. Even from the periphery. I loved it, the intense sexual power that radiated off him, potent enough that I could feel it even when he wasn’t in my line of vision. His friends respected his authority too, and with the combined efforts of Luca and Cade’s hands—Cade’s undoing my zipper at the back, Luca’s relishing the experience of pulling the fabric down, exposing more of my skin with each smooth tug—soon I was stripped down to just my panties. A plain black thong, the front of which was already damp, sticking to my needy flesh.
Luca drank in the vision of my bare chest, leaning in to kiss the swell of one breast, and he breathed words only I could hear clearly. Taking advantage of our closeness, the intimacy betweenus in this moment where he was taking his turn. Seizing the moment, the opportunity to be the center of my attention before things amped up.
“Tell me what you like,” he said, almost shy despite the confidence he’d just shown a moment before. “Show me what you want. Help me master this with you.”
He’d done a damn good job with little direction our first night together on my shabby apartment sofa. But I understood his trepidation, especially since he’d be sharing me with his two more experienced friends. I gave him a soft smile, reaching up to free his hair from the tie that kept it in a bun most of the time.
“I’m here with you,” I whispered to him, tugging the elastic away. “And I want you exactly as you are.”
His gorgeous hair fell like a dark, silk curtain around his face, framing the pale skin of my breast as he leaned into it. It was a lovely contrast, and it became even lovelier as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I half sighed, half moaned.
“Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” Gavin said, though he sounded further away now. “We’re lucky men.”
“Fuck yeah we are,” Cade agreed, and his hands gripped my waist again, bare skin on skin now, then slid downward. Eager, almost greedy, he palmed my ass, massaging the plump flesh and giving a groan of satisfaction before he gave one cheek a sharp smack that made me whimper.
