Page 18 of Bearly Hanging On

Had an amazing night.I couldn’t help but smile, imagining Tor writing just that.Those lips are gonna feature in my dreams.

Whythe hell did that have me smiling all the way to my bed? Probably because the same was true for me. Not initially. I set my alarm and snuggled under the covers, trying not to notice how empty my bed was, as I finally dropped off to sleep.

Only to find out Tor’s text was prophetic.

“There she is.”

His voice was all husky, cracking on the words as a finger tilted my head upwards. It moved blindly, my lips seeking his, but not for long. A kiss, slow, sensuous, as if he wanted to explore every inch of my mouth to memorise for later. One bled into another, the need to breathe forgotten until he finally pulled away. I gasped, sucking in air as another body settled in against mine.

“Fuck…”

This voice was deeper, rumblier, and my butt tilted back in response, feeling something very big and hard pressing against me. When I tried to jerk away, a hand slapped down on my stomach, holding me right where I was. That freed me to work my hips back and forth, Kieran’s breath growing raspy as he rained kisses down the slope of my shoulder.

“Harper… Harper…”

Going forward, I would only have sex with men who panted out my name with that kind of abandon. If he didn’t sound completely destroyed by the idea of having me, I didn’t want it. As if sensing that, another voice made itself known.

“Eyes open.” I screwed them tighter, like a kid trying to pretend she was still asleep when getting woken up for school. “Eyes open, Harper. You’ll look at me as this happens.” I couldn’t help but open them a crack. “If only in my dreams.”

That’s what had my eyelids flicking open, only to find a very naked, very hard Mack kneeling between my thighs. He wasn’t alone. Tor grinned at me from where he pressed into my right-hand side, some very intriguing tattoos swirling down his bare chest. Kieran lay with his head propped up on one hand on his left.

“Of course you’ve got perfect fucking tits.”

I’d had blokes say shit to me like that at work and it usually earned them a hard elbow to the ribs, even a knee to the nuts if they got too enthusiastic. This was the first time it felt like an actual compliment. Maybe because none of the guys that checked me out looked like this.

Mack had a fantastic chest himself. Broad, strong, muscles rippling as his hand moved slowly. Wrapped around his dick, it made a slow, very thorough inspection of his whole shaft as his silver eyes bore into mine. I went to rise up from the bed and take over, but two sets of hands pulled me right back down again.

“He can look after himself,” Tor said.

“While we look after you,” Kieran added, placing a kiss on my shoulder and then moving down.

His breath was hot, his tongue so very soft as it circled my nipple. My whole body jolted when he sucked it into his mouth.

“Like that, huh?” Tor said and replicated the caress on the other side.

I was pinned down by both of them, tied to the bed by their long swallows and the bursts of pleasure that followed each pulse. Right as my thighs began to pull together, needing some sort of friction, another set of hands slapped down on my thighs, holding them wide.

“Something you need?” My eyes opened a crack to see Mack was leaning over me, a sly smile on his face. Turned out he couldsmile without it cracking his face. “We’ll be the ones to give it to you.”

Somehow I was still pinned, and yet another hand slid up my thigh, getting higher and higher. My pussy wept in anticipation, suddenly knowing I needed whatever came next.

“I…” I mumbled over and over. “I…”

“I know.”

Kieran turned my head his way, his eyes like molten gold as he stared.

“We know.”

Tor nipped my shoulder, then kissed the brief flare of pain away, grinning when I turned his way.

“Your fucking scent.” Each word seemed to be dragged from the depths of Mack’s soul, his head shaking from side to side, even as he drew closer. A little tap on my clit and I tried to jump in response, only to find I was still being held down. “Told me exactly what you needed. You have no idea what it took for me to walk away.”

“Shouldn’t have.” Tor pressed his whole body into my side, making clear just how interested in this idea he was. “We could be doing this for real right now.”

“No.” Mack shook his head, even as he hooked one of my legs around his waist, then surged forward. “No.”

“Yesss…”