Page 12 of The Heiress's First Date

“Please.”

“You ask so nicely.”

“Told you,” Gabe says.

She presses back against my hand again, taking Alex deep.

Gabe slides in next to me, shoulder against mine. My lust ratchets up another notch. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man, and having two here is shorting my circuits. Between Gabe’s brilliant mind and classic male beauty and Alex’s tough guy exterior and heart of melted chocolate, it’s hard to remember that I came back to New York for Katherine.

“Deep breath, Princess.”

I pull my fingers out, and he slides the toy against her ass, teasing her with shallow thrusts that have her tossing her head. My chest tightens. I cannot wait to fuck her there, wrap my fist in all that shiny hair like I’ve dreamed about so many times. Her trust in us is everything.

Alex groans. “Hurry.”

“Are we making you lose your legendary control?” Gabe teases.

Legendary control? Fuck, that’s hot. I want to make him break, to snap that control like a glow stick. And if I can’t do it myself, I’ll help Katherine do it.

“Dammit, G!” Alex’s bark blows Katherine’s hair away from her cheek.

She giggles and drops a kiss against his lips.

No doubt the plug is making things so much tighter for him. But I appreciate how careful Gabe is. This is clearly not his first rodeo. He takes his time, watching her movements, her breathing, every detail that gives away her pleasure or discomfort. I guess I should have expected nothing less from a brainiac who changed the micro-payment industry before he hit twenty.

“Good girl,” Gabe murmurs, sliding the toy home. “Look at you, Princess.”

“Our depraved queen. Riding her man, stuffed full of cock, with a dazzling sapphire between her cheeks. You’ve got us so damned hard, love.”

She makes a sexy little moaning sound. It’s part purr, all pleasure. “Good.”

God, she really is the woman of my dreams. Letting loose and losing all her inhibitions when she’s in bed. That single word is going to play through my head on repeat till the day I die. Which, heavens willing, will be a long, long time from now. After we’ve traveled the world, fucked on every continent, raised a brood of little golden-haired boys and girls. And?—

“King—” She reaches a hand back, grabbing my thigh. “Gabriel.”

I lean forward, pressing my chest against her back. “We’re here, Wildfire.”

We touch her everywhere, keeping her body loose and sated.

“More than your share,” she tells Alex, who laughs.

He grunts. “Says who?”

“Me,” she whimpers.

Alex grabs her hips and lifts her almost completely off the monster between his legs. It glistens with her juices. Gabe and I groan, sharing a look.

Dead. Just dead.I can’t be losing my mind over that. Over a man I can’t have. I drop over to the side and watch the show.

My fingers clench with the need to grab my aching dick and give it some relief, but I won’t. Not yet. Instead, I let the need sizzle over my skin.

They’re perfect together, her skin so creamy and pale against his. That smattering of freckles that have driven me wild with wonder for years. My gut tightens as Gabe moves in behind her, coasting his hands up the back of her thighs.

She gasps and shivers, but Alex doesn’t let up. Hands clamped over her hips, he rocks her up and down like she’s a pocket pussy.

I see what Gabe means. How has Alex not come yet? My balls are screaming for release. But then, from the corner of my eye, I see Alex’s right foot point, toes curling.

He slams her down, hips lifting as a groan tears from his soul. “Mine.”

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