Page 43 of Four Money (Ever and Always 1)

That’s when she stiffened.

The combination of Trent’s eating, Owen’s fucking, and Lorenzo’s kissing was impossible to withstand. She bit his lip in warning.

Lorenzo chuckled as he called out to his friends, “Get ready, Owen. She’s going to lose it any second.”

“I can feel her. She’s clamping down on my cock. Fuck. So damn tight.” His next strokes were harder and less sophisticated than Lorenzo’s. The rough edge was exactly what Holly needed to trigger her explosion. She shuddered as she unraveled, thankful for Trent, Lorenzo, and Owen supporting her as she lost herself to the moment.

Owen roared, then unloaded inside her, the heat of his come warming her from within.

Trent wasn’t as patient as Lorenzo had been, or maybe he’d reached his limit. The instant Owen had finished releasing inside her, he rolled her to her back, dislodging his friend and blanketing her with his body.

Lorenzo was still on one side of them and Owen joined them on the other, stretched out full length alongside her. Owen, Trent, and Lorenzo took turns kissing her, their frantic pace slowing as the initial blaze turned into something deeper and longer lasting.

Now that she’d come twice, they’d taken the edge off her desire.

Trent began to fuck her, with a steady, unrelenting force that was going to rock her entire world. Hell, it already had. While one of his friends feasted on her lips, he said, “Holly, you’re perfect. I swear, you were made for this, just like we were.”

She arched, fitting herself to him as tightly as she could, because she desperately wanted to believe it was true and that they had been destined for each other. They certainly seemed to mesh well.

He looked straight into her eyes and smiled as he bottomed out in her pussy. The wet noise his motions made only reminded them both that his friends had been there before him. That they’d given her more pleasure than she’d experienced in a single night before.

Trent called her name, over and over as he rocked into her. Finally she realized that this time it was him who needed encouragement. Reassurance. And maybe…hope.

She twisted her head until her lips were free of Owen’s, then said, “Yes, Trent. It feels right when you’re inside me. When we’re together like this. Maybe it was meant to be. I’ve never felt something as amazing as what we’ve done tonight and if you don’t stop fucking me like that…just like that…I’m going to come again. With you.”

Trent’s stare locked on hers. He cursed, then repeated the same motion with incredible precision. “Yes, Holly. Please, share this with me. Please.”

She reached up and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they flew together, the cheers of his best friends pushing them higher and making the ride last longer.

He pumped into her, overflowing her with the proof of how intensely their exchange moved him.

And when he might have crushed her, completely spent, Lorenzo brought him down to the side, still joined with her. It was dead silent, none of them wanting to ruin the moment, which seemed nearly sacred to her.

Holly floated on the euphoria they’d gifted her with, soaking in every last drop of bliss.

It seemed they did the same, as the only sounds were Trent’s labored breaths and the whisper of their hands over her skin as they brought her gently back to reality.

One where they weren’t hers to keep, but only to play with for a while. And suddenly that seemed like it could never be enough.

Oh shit, what had she done?

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Trent groaned as every muscle in his body liquefied. He had never come so hard or so often as he had lately. And that was the problem. He was getting too damn used to Holly and how amazing it was to have her in both his bed and his life.

She sighed and curled up against him, utterly relaxed and trusting.

He played with her hair as Lorenzo and Owen ran their hands over her, as if they couldn’t stop touching her for a moment now that they had permission to do so. He didn’t blame them. Holly was the most beautiful, most amazing woman he’d ever had the pleasure to fuck or even to know.

And that’s why he couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving in a few short months. Not after he had adjusted to having her nearby. After what they’d done that night, it would be impossible to say goodbye and watch her walk away for good.

Finally having vented her fear and euphoria from the hospital, turning it into ecstasy and sexual energy that had nearly burned them all alive, she seemed to shrink. With a sniffle she murmured, “Eight weeks in the hospital and rehab. How much do you think that’s going to cost?”

“I was thinking about that…” Trent cleared his throat, hoping she wouldn’t see through him. But she’d given him the perfect opening. “Our partnership is working out so well. Why don’t we extend it?”

Her face lit up. “You don’t want to call it quits after ninety days anymore?”

Lorenzo and Owen fist bumped over them.

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