Page 41 of Four Money (Ever and Always 1)

Trent put an arm around her and drew her to him, laying a loud, smacking kiss on her cheek. “You did so well tonight and so did your mom. After the doctor’s post-surgery update and his incredible prognosis for her, it’s no wonder you feel like you’re on top of the world. You did it, Holly. You made the impossible happen.”

She turned toward him, looping her arms around his neck. “No, Trent.Youdid. Thank you.”

Holly practically climbed him right there in the entryway. She needed an outlet for the energy and relief pumping through her. What better way than by making his night after he’d made hers?

Besides, she still had to show him that shying away from whatever this was between them—as well as Owen and Lorenzo—wasn’t the answer. He had to see that they were a great match, the four of them, as she had clearly realized during the long night they’d stayed glued to her side.

If it was only about sex or something base, they wouldn’t have held her hand so tight while they waited for news. They wouldn’t have brought her endless cups of coffee or given her a back rub when they realized her muscles were practically one giant cramp. This was something more, though she wasn’t about to deny the physical attraction between them any longer.

She whispered in Trent’s ear, “I want to pay you back for everything you’ve done. I want to give you what we both want.”

He looked up at her with disbelief etched in his blue eyes, as if he was afraid to assume she was referring to a scorching night in bed. But really, how foolish would she be to turn down the opportunity to see what it was like to be the center of attention, caught between three magnificent men who made her feel entirely too much?

She nodded with a crooked grin, not exactly a seductress for all her willingness to try new things. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”

Holly didn’t have to elaborate. Fortunately, Trent knew exactly what to do when she didn’t. She squeaked when he spun her around a few times before marching toward his room. “Lorenzo. Owen. Let’s go.”

The guys hooted as they followed not two steps behind. Without ceremony, they began to strip, making Holly’s mind flash freeze. Yeah, Lorenzo did it for a living, and if she had a fistful of dollars she’d be stuffing them into his underwear, right before he peeled them down his svelte hips.

“We might not have as much style, but we get just as naked,” Owen teased as she ogled Lorenzo’s tan skin dotted with dark hair.

Trent laughed at that. “Seriously, dude. Do you have to show off every damn time?”

The reminder that while she was brand new at this, they had done it many times with many women before, kind of rankled. So Holly shoved the thought aside. It vanished entirely when they turned toward her and began to remove her clothes for her.

Someone pulled her sweater over her head, as someone else walked her jeans down her hips. Then skilled hands unfastened her bra as her socks and then her panties were swiped from her body.

Faster than she could have done it herself, she was nude before them.

“Damn, Trent. I see why you’ve been keeping her to yourself.” Lorenzo whistled as he took in her breasts and ass. She wasn’t anything special, but he seemed to like what he saw. His cock thickened and he licked his lips. There was nothing coy or uncertain about their trajectory.

They were on the express train to Ménageville.

After the night they’d had, full of waiting that had damn near stopped her heart once or twice, that was perfectly all right with her. She needed them to make her feel alive right then. No excuses and no uncertainty.

Together they piled into Trent’s oversized bed, which suddenly seemed precisely the right size. Trent sat, with his back braced against the tufted leather headboard, and situated her half on his lap, half between his thighs. When he grabbed her ankles and used them to position her legs, draped over his, then spread them wide, she let her head loll back on his shoulder.

Lorenzo and Owen crawled toward her, their stares glued to her exposed pussy.

“Who wants the first taste?” Trent asked. “She’s sweet and makes the cutest sounds when she comes on your face.”

“I do not—” There was no use in denying it. They were going to find out for themselves soon enough. Because before she could so much as finish her thought, Lorenzo had lunged ahead of Owen and began kissing his way up from her knee, straight to her clit.

Holly gasped when he began to lick her. Her hand automatically dropped to his head, twining in his long, thick hair. She used the grip to direct him so that whatever the hell he was doing with his tongue was the most effective. Incredibly effective.

Only Trent’s arm around her middle kept her from bucking off him. His hard cock wedged in the furrow of her ass, making her shiver and him groan.

“That’s right, let him make you feel so good.” Trent kissed her neck and murmured in her ear, “And if you want to, you can get Owen ready to do the same.”

Holly blinked her eyes open, realizing Owen had come up beside her hip. He was stroking his cock, getting it hard. She brushed his hand aside, replacing it with her own and using her grip to encourage him to rise.

When he did, his cock was at the right level for her to lean to the side and take him into her mouth, mimicking the motions Lorenzo was making on her own flesh with his tongue, and now his fingers too. When she gasped, Owen slid in even deeper. He might have choked her if Trent hadn’t been paying such close attention. He moved her back, preventing her from gagging on Owen’s long, thick shaft.

Sucking on his dick only made her crave having him, or one of the other guys, buried within her, easing the tension that was drawing her tighter and tighter from the inside out.

“Trent,” she tried to call out, though it was garbled around Owen’s cock. Owen groaned and caressed her face, telling her with his touch exactly how much she was pleasing him.

“You need more?” Trent asked.

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