Page 147 of With A Little Luck
Everything about Hartley just does it for me. Working my hands between us, I catch the bottom of the long-sleeve shirt he’s wearing and tug.
He chuckles and gives me one more open-mouthed kiss before leaning back. He tugs the shirt off with a hand at the back of his neck and drops it on the carpet. “By the way, beautiful, I love you too.”
My heart thunders, and I grin at him like a total goofball, which might be how I miss what he plans to do next.
His hands wrap around my back and ass, and he manages to stand while lifting my not insignificant weight with his.
“Hart!” I squeak. “Holy shit! You’re going to destroy your back.”
“My back is fine,” he says, striding over to the couch. He holds out a hand, and I twist to find Ridge is awake. “You’re just as bad as your dog with the one-eyed peeking. Are you coming or not?”
“Far be it from me to turn down that kind of offer.” Ridge clasps his hand in Hartley’s. “Sorry, King. You gotta stay down here. I can’t be responsible for scarring your innocent eyes.”
Undressing three bodies can be chaotic, but it can also be a lot of fun.
Ridge’s facial hair digs into my cheek as he sucks on his bondmark. Fun fact, while anyone can send a pulse through the bond, it’s way more intense when they tease their own claiming bite.
I’ve already helped him out of his shirt, and I fight back a smile as I get his jeans undone. They fall down his muscular thighs, and he’s once again commando. I have no idea why, but I find that super sexy.
My fist wraps around his length, jerking it as he shakes out of his jeans and kicks them aside.
Hartley crouches behind me, helping me out of my underwear.
I squeal as he bites my ass cheek, and Ridge chuckles, brushing his palm over my stomach and pushing his lips to mine once more.
Hartley’s hands skim up my thighs and over my waist as he stands. He tugs me backward, causing me to break the kiss with Ridge.
“My turn.” Hart spins me to face him, and I have no choice but to release Ridge’s hard shaft.
I barely have time to lament that loss before Hart cradles my cheeks in his massive hands and kisses the hell out of me. It’s a good thing alpha saliva can seal a claiming bite because neither of them has been particularly tender with my new bondmark. It’s not like I’m coherent enough to mind, anyway.
My spoiled little omega heart is content having both of them completely focused on me. They’re both very aroused, and their scents sit heavily in the air, causing my head to get foggier with each gasping breath.
“You, lie down,” Hartley says between filthy, open-mouthed kisses. It takes my hazy mind far too long to comprehend that he’s speaking to Ridge. “Stay at the end of the bed and let your legs hang off.”
Hell, I barely notice that he’s guiding me toward the edge of the bed until the backs of my thighs bump Ridge’s knees.
Hartley lifts me without breaking the kiss, and Ridge helps by positioning my feet toward his head.
I end up hovering over Ridge’s hard cock with my front vertical to the end of the mattress.
My clit pulses almost painfully as Hartley cups my tit, flicking his fingers over my already hard nipple.
“Fuck,” Ridge growls. “She’s literallydrippingon my cock.”
“You might want to do something about that before my patience runs out.” Hart smiles dangerously as he pulls back from our kiss.
My lower lips glide over the bottom of Ridge’s shaft, and I wiggle enough to reposition him at my opening.
Hartley fists my hair, pulling my head to the side. It bares my throat to him as my hair falls down my back. “All this perfect skin just waiting for me to mark it up with my bite.”
I groan, and my core contracts around nothing. I need them both in a way that’s hard to explain.
“I’m about to lose my goddamn mind with how bad my dick is aching to be buried inside you.” Ridge moves from lying flat on the bed to sitting up behind me, and I relish the brush of his strong chest against my back. “Come on, Mama. Sink down on my bare cock.”
“Do it,” Hartley growls, raking his teeth down my neck.
I sob, grabbing Ridge’s length. Once it’s perfectly positioned, I fall on my knees, impaling myself on his extreme girth. “Oh, God.”
