Page 59 of Holiday Hostage
Maverick rubbed her hip, his head propped up in his hand, his elbow deep in the pillow.
“Maybe we can,” I whispered to keep from waking her up.
Maverick shook his head, sorrow etching lines between his brows.
Our lives were not conducive to relationships.
Once we returned Payton to real life, to her father, all this would be nothing more than a memory we relived in our dreams.
No regret.
I regretted nothing about our time together.
Even if she chose to walk away when it was over, she’d carved herself into our hearts, and there was no going back for the three of us.
17
PAYTON
A heady, dreamy feeling lifted my body from the comfortable flannel sheets. I groaned and stretched, not wanting to wake.
Except…warm lips brushed my earlobe, and a set of steady hands stroked my inner thighs.
I purred and tilted my head, giving the pair of lips better access to my neck.
Mav chuckled in my ear and ran his hands across my breasts.
The peaked nipples hardened further under his touch, and I rolled my hips with a gasp when Tarron knuckled my clit.
He’d learned how much I enjoyed that last night and now seemed determined to use it against me.
Let him. I moaned and kissed Reed, who rested somewhere above me, my head on his thighs.
The brush of Mav’s coarse beard against my cheek heightened my awareness of their bodies alongside mine.
What started as slow and languorous turned heady and irresistible.
This was not casual sex. This was intense, all-consuming, mind-altering sex.
It wasn’t too far of a leap to call this lovemaking with the way they cared for me before, during, and after each session.
We came together as a complete unit, the three of them so in sync with each other and my body that it became easy to turn myself over to them.
I caressed Reed’s abs and flipped onto my stomach to take him into my mouth.
Tarron palmed my ass and rolled to his knees. With a kiss to my shoulder, he eased his cock inside my pussy and rocked his hips.
Soon, we were all moving.
My body sang with their touches, and my pleasure rocketed with every caress, every kiss and thrust.
Tears pricked my eyes at the sheer beauty of our connection, and I came harder than ever before, crying out all of their names over and over again.
“That was the most sinfully delicious way I’ve ever been woken up.” I panted and covered my eyes with my arm, lying flat on my back in the center of the bed with all three of them around me.
“Then we did it right.” Reed kissed the corner of my mouth.
Maverick trailed his fingertips up and down my thigh. “Merry Christmas, Payton.”
