Page 60 of Hiding for the Holidays
Chapter 19
Rosalie
“Oh,” I say breathlessly as I watch Asher’s heated eyes. Was he also picturing sharing me in bed, like I was?
Was this really happening? Were they actually telling me I had free rein to date all three of them with no pressure to choose anytime soon? It could be a long time before it’s all over.
“What if it takes years to get a trial?” I ask, licking my dry lips.
Leo shrugs as he answers, “Then it takes years.”
“You’ve got us now, Rosalie. And we’re not going anywhere,” Asher says as he eyes me carefully, as if waiting for my response.
“So, what do you say?” Leo asks as I turn to look at him. “Are you in? You’re exclusive with us and us with you, until Scott is taken care of.”
I bite my lip nervously. I mean… where was the downside here? Was I missing something? I get the three men I’ve been drooling over for the past few weeks to myself?
“I’m in,” I tell them, nodding as I grin and lick my lip.
“Shall we kiss on it?” Leo asks. My eyes widen as I glance at the other two.
“Uh… right here?” I ask nervously.
Grant gently cups my face and turns me towards him. He already has an arm around my shoulders and he uses it to pull me close as he presses his lips to mine. He doesn’t use his tongue, but it doesn’t make it any less sensual. I moan as his lips caress mine until my body relaxes completely against him.
He pulls back and gently turns me into Leo’s waiting arms. He pulls me against him with his arm, using his other hand to tilt my face just the way he wants it. His kiss is slow and teasing, making my entire body ache for more. It takes all I have not to climb onto his lap and rub my needy pussy against his cock.
When he pulls back, I find Asher sitting on the table in front of me, a heated, knowing grin on his face. He only gave me a peck before, and my body hums with anticipation, wondering how he really kisses.
I lean back against the couch as he rises above me, placing both hands on the couch, either side of my head, caging me in as I stare up into his heated brown eyes. He licks his lips, and I track the movement, wondering what he tastes like.
He tortures me with his slowness as he lowers himself at an excruciatingly slow pace, and just when his lips are about to touch mine, he turns his head and moves towards my ear. I let out a small grunt of need, and he lets out a small huff of amusement.
Suddenly, he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and I gasp as my hands shoot up to clutch at the front of his shirt. His tongue flicks it before his teeth gently graze it.
“Oh, wow,” I whisper, never having felt anything like that before. Who knew my earlobe was an erogenous zone?
His mouth moves down to my neck, where he kisses and sucks. My eyes close as I whimper. It takes everything I have notto buck my hips. I’m not sure I’m entirely successful when the blanket is pushed off my lap and two different, large hands grip my thighs, keeping me in place on the couch. I open my eyes and see Leo grinning at me. His hand on my leg squeezes, confirming he’s holding one of my legs. It must be Grant holding the other one.
The sudden realization that all three of them are touching me, sends pleasure zinging through my body. My nipples tighten with need, and my pussy pulses, begging for something or someone to touch it. I know Asher said he wanted to share me, but I didn’t really think he meant this, at least not so quickly.
His kisses move up my neck, and he moves a hand to tilt my head back to look at him. His eyes search mine, and he must see my need there as he lowers his lips to mine. Our eyes close right before we connect.
He presses firmly and holds still for a few seconds before he moves. His kiss is much firmer and more possessive than the other two. It’s not better or worse, just different. It’s like he’s trying to own me, and I’m definitely okay with that. Especially in the bedroom… or on the couch.
He gently bites my lower lip, and a small whimper escapes me as my eyes pop open. I’m not wearing any underwear under his sweatpants, and I feel myself growing wet between my thighs. He pulls back and studies my face before whispering, “Fuck.”
His thumb strokes across my lower lip, and I instinctively move to suck on it. His eyes heat and he groans. “Baby, I didn’t mean to get you this worked up.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I ask boldly. He’s got me so on edge that I don’t feel embarrassed, I just want to come so badly that I might just beg if he pulls away.
He takes a second to look at the other two before he seemsto come to a decision as he looks back at me. “Tell me, Rosie,” I suck in a sharp breath at the use of that nickname. It makes me feel special, like he owns me. “Do you want my fingers or my tongue?”
My eyes widen as I stutter out, “T-tongue?”
His hand wanders down, out of sight and I gasp when he gently cups my pussy. “Is that what you want? My tongue on you down here?”
“I’ve never—” I cut myself off, not sure if that’s normal or not.
