Page 47 of Seeking Her Studs

“Wow,” I say, my voice soft and throaty with delirious happiness.

I think about all of our conversations and how intimate they were in all senses of the word. “So that’s how you knew you’d be okay with…” My voice trails off.

“Sharing you?” Colt finishes my thought as he lines his hips up with mine. “Yes. We said a lot of things to you online, and even though I never thought we would be so lucky that it was you, it was your face I imagined every time. It was your soft moan in my ear that I would remember as I touched myself. It was all you, Blaire. There’s never been anyone else.”

“There’s never been anyone else for me either,” I shake my head. “I wanted to convince myself it wasn’t you because I never thought this could happen.”

“Oh,” Colt runs his thumb along my jaw. “It’s fucking happening.”

I’m dizzy with joy. And lust. And so many things I can’t even recognize. This is what I’ve wanted for so long, even if I’ve been terrified to admit it.

When Colt’s mouth meets mine, it feels like we’ve slipped into another world. A world where we all know what we want and we’re all ready to take it. Except, it’s real.

Colt’s hands grip the back of my head as if he can’t kiss me deep enough.

“I want this so badly,” I say, barely being able to breathe. “I’ve wanted the three of you for so long.”

He presses his length into me and grinds.

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to take you since I watched you suck Reese’s cock?” Colt growls as he palms the back of my head backwards and kisses my neck. “It’s been eating me fucking alive.”

I shudder at his words. A desperate need to test his limits overtakes me. I can’t do this if he doesn’t mean it. If they all don’t mean it. I can’t bear having it once and then never again.

I kiss him once more and then push him away.

“Then prove it to me. Show me your jealousy won’t get the better of you.” I say as I stroke his length under his pants.

“Oh, when we’re done, there will be no doubt in your mind just how much all three of us want this.” He nips at my lower lip. “Get naked, princess. We’re about to consummate this crazy little love square of ours.”

“I can help with that.” Reese steps in front of me and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist like it’s nothing.

He kicks open the door to the cabin and pins me up against a wall. He brings our faces level and looks directly into my eyes. “And you’re sure? Because we’re not ever going to be able to come back from this.” His lips graze mine with every word.

“I don’t ever want to come back from this.” I look at him earnestly. And I mean it without any hesitation.

He presses his lips into mine and seals the promise.

This is happening.

He lets me down and unhooks the ridiculous overalls I have on. We pull at each other’s clothes until all that I’m left in is a red lace thong and him in black briefs, his length already fighting to get out.

I bite my lip as I move to Briggs and take his clothes off, too. Every move I make feels bold, because it’s so much more than sex. It’s a test to see if we can really do this.

Briggs watches me hungrily as I unbutton his pants and pull them down. I spot the bulge in his boxers greedily. He is so full and thick that sometimes I thought that I must be remembering it wrong. Seeing him through the phone yesterday but not being able to touch him was torture. But now he’s here, already hard and thick and all for me.

I turn to face Colt, who is still dressed. Colt likes his control. I’ve always known this about him and it’s part of the reason he’s so absolutely irresistible to me. Sometimes I think I might do anything just to savor the brief moment when he can’t hold on to that control he loves so much. I love watching him break for me.

“Well?” I ask him, mischief in my voice.

“Now you’re going to fuck my brothers and tell me how good it feels.” His voice is low and focused. “And you know that I’ll know if you’re faking it.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Blaire

“She’s not going to be faking it,” Briggs says as he gets down on his knees. His massive hands grab both of my hips and he kisses my stomach. His stubble brushes over the tender skin as he moves his mouth down and kisses me over my underwear.

“It’s been a while,” he says, sliding my thong down. “And you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

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