Page 33 of My Ex-Fiance's Best Men
“No.”
“Then why should it be that for us?”
“Because you’re you. And I’m just… me.” The second the words are out of my mouth I realize how stupid they sound. I realize I’m clinging to a version of myself that no longer exists. “I think I’ve got my own foot stuck in my mouth, guys. I need some help here.”
Dominic laughs and takes my glass away, setting both mine and his on the table before turning and taking me into his arms.
“Phoebe, what we started in Hawaii didn’t end the minute we got on the plane back to New York,” he says.
My skin tingles, my core tightens, and I breathe all of him in with the greed of a woman who’s been deprived of air for far too long.
“We told you, you’re not getting rid of us that easily,” he continues. “And if you think we’re going to let anyone ever make you feel like you’re worth less than you are again, you’ve got another think coming.”
He kisses me. Deeply. Hungrily.
He kisses me as if we’ve been apart for months or even years, not the handful of hours since they dropped me off downstairs. This time, however, it feels different. Infinitely more intense, with a clear intention. They’re building up to something.
I see it in August’s deep brown eyes.
I see it in Theo’s bright blue gaze.
And I can feel it in Dominic’s touch as he pulls my shirt over my head, eager to cover my neck and chest in kisses.
“I just figured we’d go our separate ways,” I whisper as he playfully bites my shoulder. “I didn’t want to fool myself with any kind of expectation.”
“We promised we’d be by your side,” Theo says as he returns to the sofa, kneeling before me as he helps Dominic take my jeans off. “It wasn’t a limited time offer.”
“You’re not a weekend fun type of girl. You’re certainly not a holiday fling,” August adds, standing as he removes his shirt and pants, watching me unravel under Theo and Dominic’s feverish touch. “Phoebe, you’re our woman now. Seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, whether we’re together or apart, you are ours.”
“And we are your men,” Dominic says, kissing me again.
“Say it,” Theo commands as he helps me out of my panties and spreads my legs wide open. Our gazes lock for a long, hot second. “Say it.”
“You’re my men,” I obey, then let out a guttural moan as he dives face first into my wet, sizzling pussy. “Oh, fuck.”
My head falls back as August and Dominic flank me. They each take one of my breasts, kneading the flesh while I take turns kissing them. Theo continues to eat me out, his tongue sliding between my slick folds until I feel a bone-shattering orgasm working its way through me.
“My men,” I manage as the twins’ lips lock around my nipples.
They suckle hungrily, mercilessly until the sweet sting spreads through my ribcage and delivers a shuddering orgasm through my core. I come hard, crying tears of joy as Theo slips out of his jeans and enters me, filling and stretching me as the ripples of my ecstasy flow outward.
I clench tightly around his hard cock, riding the wave as he kisses me, as Dominic and August get up on the sofa and offer me a splendid view of their throbbing erections. I take each of them in my hands, gripping the bases firmly, and lick their tips. I lick slowly at first, savoring the precum and watching them adore me before I take Dominic into my mouth fully.
I pause, the wildest thought slicing through my head and stopping me in my tracks. “I’ve got a better idea,” I say.
“Enlighten us,” August says, a tad of frustration in his tone.
“I want all three of you inside me,” I reply with a devilish grin. God, I feel like the Hawaiian version of myself again. This is my chance to make all of my fantasies come true, one day at a time. Our clock didn’t run out on that island. It had only just begun. “How do we make that happen?”
August’s frustration quickly dissolves into a lazy, devious grin as he helps me up and sits down. Dominic and Theo know precisely what they need to do, their coordination leaving me breathless. A split second later, I’m gently coaxed to climb on top of August,while Dominic gets behind me and Theo stands on the sofa. The new positions immediately make sense.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as August takes hold of my hips and slides me onto his cock. At the same time, Dominic’s fingers dig into my buttocks, spreading them subtly as he joins his twin brother inside me. “OH, FUCK!”
I hold my breath, my pussy suddenly stretched beyond anything my imagination could ever conjure. It hurts so good, the sensation reverberating through my entire body, and I need a moment to adjust.
“Easy, baby,” Dominic whispers in my ear while Theo smiles down at me. “Take it easy, relax, give it a second.”
“I’m trying,” I manage, quivering as another orgasm is already building, the tension balling tightly in the pit of my stomach.
