Page 44 of Always Alchemy

Gameon.

I squealas I sprint into our room, making a big leap onto the bed where I land, face down. The grunts from the boysand the anticipation of it all have my heart clattering behind my ribs. As they break noisily through the door, I push myself up onto my elbows and turn my head, the huge double doorframe affording me a view of them running straight at me.

Oh my sweet Lord, what a glorious, primal sight. The beasts in competition. The planet’s two hottest men, racing to ravish—or ravage, even—their damsel.

They’re neck and neck, but?—

Oof.

That’s the sound of the breath leaving my lungs as Dex grabs my ankles and pulls me down the bed towards him. ‘Got her!’ he shouts, his voice as jubilant as it is breathless. ‘She’s mine!’

‘Fucking hell,’ Max pants. ‘Beaten by Junior.’

I giggle.Junioris Max’s most recent nickname for Dex when he wants to dominate or demean him or just generally be a dick.

‘Fill me up, Junior,’ I mutter, letting my face collapse back into the cloud-like duvet. ‘Let me have it good and proper.’

‘For that, you’re going to get fucked hard,’ he snarls, shoving my dress up around my waist. ‘And no panties—that’s my good girl.’ He pushes my legs apart.

‘Never knowingly underexposed,’ Max mutters, and I laugh again. I’m in a very giddy mood this evening, despite the lack of alcohol, but only Max would put a filthy twist on the famous tagline of one of Britain’s most beloved department stores:never knowingly undersold.‘How are you going to do it?’ he demands.

Never knowingly under-interfering.That’s our Max.

‘On her knees with her arse in the air and her head down.’ The bed dips behind me as Dex climbs between mylegs, wrenching his belt and trousers noisily open. Next thing I know, he’s biting me hard on the arse, and I yelp in surprise and pain. ‘So fucking lush,’ he mutters. ‘God, I need to feel you from the inside so badly, angel.’

‘Please,’ I murmur as he straightens up behind me and rubs the place where he bit me. That bad, bad man Max has been teaching my lovely husband some filthy habits.

He shoves a couple of fingers inside me. ‘Jesus Christ, the female body is a miracle. So fucking wet already.’

Yup. When I’m ovulating I definitely don’t require any lube. Not for the baby-making hole, anyway. I push back against his fingers and moan, and Max springs into action. For such an esteemed corporate giant, that man’s handle on his FOMO is nothing short of infantile. At the sound of clothes rustling next to me, I turn my head and grin. He’s shedding his waistcoat and tie and fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and I watch with delight as his beautiful, beautiful torso comes into view as Dex pumps me with his fingers from behind.

‘Ready for me?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes.

‘I’ve been ready all day. Fuck me already.’

‘Wait,’ Max orders, climbing onto the bed so he’s kneeling in front of me. ‘Okay, now you can go, Dex. Sweetheart, lift that arse up. Right up.’

I clamber to my knees and keep my head on the bed. There is nothing, and I meannothing, like knowing you’re about to get fucked so hard and so well by these two. I could honestly do this and nothing else for the rest of my life (which could be problematic if we do in fact produce a small and helpless child who will presumably require some care and attention).

As soon as I’m in position, Dex rears up onto his knees and notches that lovely, blunt head against me.

‘God, you should see him,’ Max tells me. His hands slide under my chest to find my boobs, and he cups them. ‘He looks so fucking magnificent. He looks like he intends to fuck you to the ends of the earth and back again.’

‘Mmm,’ I say, shimmying dreamily as Max pinches my nipples. Dex grips my hips to hold me still before pushing in hard, and I’m pure sensation as I allow my husbands to work me, to fill me.

Dex pulls out slowly and drives back in, and I shunt forward, stretch my arms out on either side of Max so I can find some purchase.

‘What are you going to do to her, Dex?’ Max asks him in a tone we all know well. It’s aroused and ominous and has the power to soak me through.

‘I’m going to fuck her full of cum,’ Dex replies, fingers flexing on my hips, dick driving into me.

‘Good man. Hear that, sweetheart? And then I’m going to flip you over and fuck you full ofmycum, and I’ll fuck all of Dex’s cum into you, too.’ He rolls my nipples savagely, and it feels so bloody great.

‘And then we’ll put a pillow under this beautiful arse and our fingers back inside you to hold it all in,’ Dex says, his thrusts growing faster, as if the mere thought of it is spurring him on.

‘Remember, Dex is an expert in all this,’ Max says smoothly. ‘Nice Catholic boy that he is. “Every sperm is sacred”, and all that.’

‘They are tonight,’ Dex promises. ‘Think you can go twice, Max?’

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