Page 17 of The Heiress's First Date

Does my voice sound funny? Thick and clogged with emotion?

The cushions shift as King moves in behind her, hands closing around her breasts. He lifts and presses them together, creating a delicious display of deep cleavage. She’s a handful, our girl. And she preens in his hold.

I ghost my hands up the inside of her thighs, loving the way they bracket around me. She braces her hands against my chest, smiling down at me with so much confidence and mischief that it feels like a piece of my soul returns.

I brush a thumb over her clit, watching her face for the moment I hit just the right spot. But I feel it in the way her pussy grips my dick. A tight squeeze. A needy moan.

“Yes. . .”

“That the spot, sweetheart?” Two can play this game. She thinks she’s going to break me? Make me lose my control? Crash into a spent slumber?

My dick has zero doubts.

But my competitive spirit is strong. I tease her more. Firmer strokes until her hips move over my lap like she’s trying to keep a hula-hoop aloft.

King plays with her nipples, gentle tugs, brushing his thumbs over the rosy peaks. Oh, I like this. Having a teammate to help me drive my girl wild. The man knows what he’s doing. Years of pent-up desire make him an attentive lover. Proven by the way she’s whimpering in our grasp, losing time with her hips.

“How are you feeling, Wildfire?”

“Don’t stop. Ever.”

His chuckle is dark and slightly manic. “Never?”

She shakes her head, her honey-gold hair shimmying over her shoulders. There’s a fine sheen of sweat above her brow. “Never.”

God, I love the sound of that. Fucking her like this every day. Every night. Watching her fuck my best friend. I’ll take him however I can get him.

And King? He’s a gorgeous fucking bonus. And he’s reading my mind.

“Your wish is our command, Princess.” Digging my heels into the ottoman, I thrust upward. Her tits bounce, threatening to spill from King’s fingers.

She cries out, hands clasping my chest, trying to hang on. “Gabe?—”

“Yes, Princess?” Another thrust. More jiggling. Her jaw drops, and her mouth forms the sexiest O.

I keep moving, and King’s right there with me, driving her toward the edge.

As I feel her start to tighten, I stop, my hand falling away from her clit.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I like teasing you.”

King pulls back and gathers her hair in one hand. He presses an open-mouthed kiss against her neck.

“Ready to make your boy lose his mind, Wildfire? Ready to let me fuck your gorgeous ass?”

Her eyes peg me then, going from lusty to intent in the blink of an eye. “Mmhmm. Yes, please.”

Oh shit. They were playing me. Teasingme.

Later I might laugh about it, but not while King is pulling the plug from her ass. The pink bottle sails through my peripheral vision, and King snatches it from the air.

“Lean forward, love.”

She sinks down on top of me, pillowy breasts pressing against my chest. King hisses, and I glance past the woman in my arms to see him lathering his cock. His dreamy sea-foam green eyes meet mine in the soft light. “You good with this?”

“Hell, yes.” Make us see stars.

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