Page 76 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

A slow, wicked smile stretched across his lips before he crushed his mouth to mine.

Everything was heat, breath, and reckless urgency as he kissed me—deep, consuming, as if he was staking his claim right then and there.

His hands roamed, possessive and unrelenting, and I melted into him, my body already attuned to every rough, teasing stroke of his fingers.

The door to his house swung open before we even reached it, and I barely registered Owen and Ethan following us inside, their eyes dark with intent.

The moment we stepped inside, the air changed.

Thick.

Charged.

Mason’s hands never left me as he kicked the door shut behind us. His grip was firm, his body pressed against mine like he couldn’t bear a single inch of space between us.

Owen and Ethan lingered close, their eyes trailing over me with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.

My heart pounded, my breath coming in quick, uneven gasps as I took them all in—the raw intensity in their gazes, the way they surrounded me, like they were waiting for the right moment to devour me whole again.

Mason’s fingers traced the edges of my gown, his touch reverent.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his knuckles along the bare skin of my shoulder. “Fucking stunning.”

I trembled as Owen stepped in behind me, his heat seeping into my back.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his voice low and velvety. “You deserve to be worshipped, Aurora.”

Ethan’s gaze roamed down my body, slow and measured. His jaw ticked, and then he reached for me, cupping my face, his thumb sweeping over my bottom lip.

“Let us worship you, sweetheart.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse a rapid, erratic beat beneath my skin.

I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, so I just nodded.

Mason was the first to move, his hands finding the delicate straps of my gown. He slid them down, the fabric slipping lower, exposing the soft swell of my breasts.

Owen’s hands were next, trailing down my arms, his fingers featherlight as he helped Mason guide the gown lower.

Ethan let out a sharp breath, his hands bracing on my hips, steadying me as the silk pooled at my feet, leaving me bare before them.

Three sets of eyes drank me in.

Mason traced a slow line down my stomach, his touch making me shudder. “So goddamn perfect.”

Owen’s fingers found my wrist, lifting my hand so he could press a kiss against my palm. His voice was a rough whisper. “You are something else, Aurora.”

Ethan reached out, knuckles dragging over my flushed skin. “I have never seen you as beautiful as you are right now.”

Heat licked up my spine, my knees threatening to give beneath the weight of their attention.

Mason deepened the kiss, his grip tightening just enough to make my pulse flutter wildly. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark, filled with something dangerous and thrilling all at once.

“Upstairs,” Ethan commanded, his voice rough with need.

I nodded, breathless, my body already surrendering to them.

Owen scooped me up effortlessly, carrying me up the stairs with an urgency that made my head spin. By the time we reachedthe bedroom, my pulse was thrumming, my body humming with anticipation.

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