Page 54 of Treasured By Them
I nod, spreading my legs wider to give him more room.
Troy lifts up so Edmund can reach between us to find my clit. His fingertips circle it, lighting every nerve. I clench around Troy.
He grins down at me. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
I start to say “yeah,” but it turns into a moan as he thrusts the rest of the way in. Soon, Troy’s pumping into me and Edmund continues rubbing my clit. Their speed picks up, and I can’t help but cry out in pleasure with each new thrust, each new spark of bliss.
“Come for us, little Dani.” Troy slams forward. “Come for your daddies.”
Edmund’s gentle rubbing grows harder, faster. My body tenses, tightening and tightening as they wind me higher.
“Come, Danica. Now.” Edmund’s dark command sends me over the edge.
I convulse around Troy’s cock, pussy squeezing rhythmically around his thickness. He swears and strokes into me a final time, grunting out another curse.
“Dani, Dani,” he murmurs, kissing my neck, my cheek, my lips.
We clean up quickly, eager to return to bed. Tomorrow, I’ll go to Granddad’s and stay there until the wedding on Saturday, so I want to soak in as much contact with these men as possible.
Pure contentment, resting between them. Edmund absently runs a hand up and down my thigh. The movement is both possessive and comforting. Troy has an arm banded around my waist, holding me against him.
Eventually, Troy’s breathing evens out. He’s sleeping. Soon, I’ll be sleeping, too. They wore me out in the very best way.
“Danica.” Edmund strokes my cheek. “I have a question for you, angel.”
“Yeah?” I grin. “I hope it’s not asking me if I can come again, because I absolutely cannot.”
“Well, that sounds more like a challenge than a no…” he begins with a wicked smile.
I huff out a laugh. “I’m too tired, really.”
“Another time.” He kisses my nose. “But that isn’t my question.”
He sounds so serious, now I’m getting nervous. “All right, go ahead and ask.”
“If you didn’t have to marry me tomorrow,” he whispers, “would you do it?”
I don’t even have to think about my answer. “No.”
He actually looks hurt. Shit. I’m an asshole.
“After all.” I give his shoulder a playful shove. “I hate you, remember?”
“Yeah.” His frown clears, and he nods. “I hate you, too. Good night, princess. Sleep well.”
“Good night.” We should keep talking. I should clarify why I said no so fast. But that’s exactly the problem—speed. Everything is moving so quickly. If given a real choice, I’d never marry someone I just met three months ago. It’s absolute madness.
I can’t make the words come, though, and he obviously wants to sleep.
I grab his big, warm hand in mine and hold it while we drift off.
Edmund
The tiny church is full of Danica’s and my families and friends. We tried to keep the guest list down as much as possible, especially given the rushed nature of our nuptials. Our parents, however, kept adding new names to the list. “We can’t afford to alienate so-and-so,” was the common refrain.
I stand at the front of the church, Troy at my side as my best man. The priest raises his eyebrows at me, wordlessly asking where the bride could be.
She’s late. She’ll be here, though. I’m not worried.
