Chapter 3

IF RHETT and Oliver are feeling the same awkwardness I am, they don’t show it. Instead, they’re both scrolling on their phones, completely lost to the world.

“Wren.” Elliot’s voice is quiet and deep in my ear, his breath warm against the skin on my neck. I shudder when he runs a single finger up my jawbone.

He tugs at the ribbon holding my mask in place, letting it fall onto my lap. Then his hand cradles my head as he peppers my face and neck with soft, worshipful kisses. Each one sends a shot of electricity across my skin. They leave me feeling tingly and warm, ready for more.

Then, without a moment’s hesitation, Elliot kisses me. It starts out gentle, with his tongue running across my lips, prodding them open. When I give in, he slides his tongue inside and then back out, slowly fucking my mouth. His hand on the back of my head curls around my hair, his grip tightening.

I struggle to keep my moans to a minimum. Elliot just feels so good. But I’m hoping that maybe, maybe Rhett and Oliver are too absorbed by their phones to notice us kissing.

But when Elliot finally pulls away, releasing his hold on my hair, I find them both watching us.

None of the men have taken off their masks, but I can still see the heat in their eyes. That part doesn’t surprise me. What does, though, is the lack of embarrassment that I thought I’d be feeling by now. Instead, the only thing coursing through my veins is want.

Sure, maybe it’s a little odd that Rhett and Oliver are watching. It’s not something I’ve ever done before. But I can’t say I’m against the idea.

Before I can think about it more, Elliot’s lips are on my neck. He kisses his way down to my collarbones, groaning against my skin. When he sucks some of the sensitive flesh into his mouth, I gasp.

His fingers fumble with the buttons of my coat until he’s able to push it off of me. As if he can barely restrain himself, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Is this okay, Wren?” he asks, his voice coated in lust. “If you’re uncomfortable, even the slightest bit, I need you to tell me to stop.”

I glance toward Oliver and Rhett again. Neither of them shows the slightest hint of embarrassment from watching Elliot and me. Oliver just quirks an eyebrow up, a grin appearing on his face.

“I’m not uncomfortable at all,” I say, turning and kissing Elliot. I hear one of the guys swear under their breath, and it makes me smile.

One moment I’m on the leather seat, and the next Elliot is lifting me onto his lap. His hands run over the fabric of my dress, and I realize that it’s low-cut enough that he could push it right off my shoulders. In the front, it’s a deep V, meeting below my breasts and showing off more cleavage than I normally do. And with its low back, he could do it with almost no effort.

Dragging his lips across my collarbones, Elliot places a hand on my upper back. I arch into him, moaning. And then he does it. His other hand reaches up, brushing my skin as he pushes the dress off my shoulder.

For a moment, I feel too exposed. None of these men have even taken their masks off yet. He senses my hesitation, tugging the sleeve back up, but I stop him with my hand on his.

“I don’t want to do anything you’re not okay with,” he whispers.

To be honest, I never thought I’d do something like this. But now that I’m here, feeling the want rolling off all three of them, I couldn’t imagine myself anywhere else. If Elliot doesn’t want to wait until we get to his house, then so be it.

Dragging his hand down my arm and taking the dress with it, I say, “I’m okay. I’ve just never done anything like this before.”

“You’re absolutely sure? I won’t get upset if you say no.”

“Elliot,” I giggle, running my thumb across his cheek. “Keep going.”

He finally lets himself glance down at my breast and lets out a deep groan. The look he’s giving me makes me think he wants to devour me whole.

He leans me back, kissing everywhere on my breast except exactly where I want him to. I grip his arms in tense frustration. When he finally swirls his tongue around my nipple, I moan, my head falling back.

He tugs my left sleeve down, palming my other breast. “You’re so fucking perfect, Wren.”

When he pulls away to look at me, his chest is heaving, and his eyes are darkened with lust. I kiss him, threading both of my hands through his hair. When he nibbles on my bottom lip, I gasp. But before he gets the chance to, Rhett’s rough voice sounds throughout the limo.

“Elliot.”

With a pained groan, he pulls himself away from me and looks out the windows. My eyes go wide as I do the same, taking in the sprawling mansion before us.

Gently, Elliot sets me back onto the seat, pulling my dress back up. After helping me get my coat back on, he presses a kiss to my temple. “Let’s get inside.”

He helps me out of the limo, and I’m about to say goodnight to Rhett and Oliver when they step out as well.

Oh.

For some reason, I thought the limo driver would be dropping them off at their respective houses, too.

“Do you all live together?” I say as Elliot leads me to the front door. Thankfully, the walkway is shoveled and salted, because I don’t think I could handle the snow in my heels.

“Maybe,” Oliver says, grinning as he speeds past us and unlocks the door.

Warmth envelops me as we step into the mansion. Elliot takes my coat, setting it on a bench before shedding his own. I’m so lost in his gaze that I don’t realize the other two have left us.

A twinge of disappointment hits me, although I’m not quite sure what that means. But it’s lost on me the instant Elliot takes me back into his arms. He’s so warm, his heat spreading through me and mixing with my own potent desire.

“Come with me.” He pulls me through the house, up the stairs, and into what looks to be the master bedroom. Although I wouldn’t be surprised if there was more than one master in a house this big.

As soon as the door is closed, the man loses all patience. He lifts me off my feet and throws me onto the bed, dress and all. I giggle as he crawls on top of me, kissing the skin in between the V of my dress.

“Do you know how many months I’ve wanted you in my bed, Wren? How much you occupy my thoughts?”

My only response is a moan as he bites at the soft flesh of my breast. He tugs my dress down again, moaning at the sight.

“I need to get this thing off of you.” He sits up, pulling me with him and searching for a zipper. When he finds it, he has it down in a split second. “Lift your hips for me, love.”

I do, and he slides the dress and my panties off in one go. With a shy smile, I reach up and push his mask over his head. I grab onto his hair, pulling him into a kiss that knocks us both back down.

He rolls us so I’m on top, his hands squeezing my ass. “Stand up for a second. I want to see all of you.”

His words make me blush, but I find my body obeying his command before I even think about it. So I stand there, in front of his bed, completely naked except for my heels.

He leans back on his elbows as he takes me in. I can see the bulge in his pants, but he doesn’t make a move to take his clothes off. The only skin of his I can see is his face, neck, and hands. The back of his left hand is covered with a tattooed rose that, for some reason, I’ve always found incredibly sexy.

I never thought his hands would be running all over my body. But now, I can’t help but wonder what else he’s going to do to me with them.

“If you’re comfortable,” he says in a low voice, “I want you to touch yourself. Show me what you like.”

Any uneasiness in my body leaves. Has a man ever cared so much about what I’m okay with during sex? What I’m comfortable—and not comfortable—with? Just the fact that he’s trying to respect my limits makes me more comfortable.

So I keep my eyes locked onto his as my hand snakes across my hip. I bring it downward until my fingers are slipping from my own arousal. As I find my clit, I let out a soft moan.

“Spread your legs for me, love. Let me see.” His gaze is pure fire, burning so hot, for me.

I step to the side with one leg, circling my clit with my middle finger. My hips rock against my hand involuntarily as the sounds of my masturbation fill the air.

“Fuck. I can hear how wet you are for me, Wren.”

My eyes slide closed, and my head tilts back slightly. I imagine his finger rubbing against my clit, sending sparks through my bloodstream. I shudder.

“That’s it. Move your finger faster.”

I do, and it causes the beginnings of an orgasm to build in me. I gasp when I feel him tweak one of my nipples. When I open my eyes, he’s standing right in front of me, so close I’m surprised I didn’t feel him.

He takes my hand in his, pulling it away from my body. He brings my fingers up to his nose, inhaling. Then he says, “Open your mouth,” and slips my fingers inside. I suck myself off of them.

When I finish, he kisses the tip of my nose. “Good girl.”

I let out a squeak. No man has ever called me that either, but it sends a fresh wave of heat through me.

As he breathes out a whisper of a laugh, he slides a single finger inside of me. The teasing action does nothing for the building tension in my body.

“Elliot.”

“You’re cute when you’re desperate for me.” He places a kiss on my jawbone, removing his finger and exploring. When he finds my clit, I gasp and grab onto his shoulders.

With my heels still on, I’m only a few inches shorter than he is. It gives me perfect access to his neck. My tongue flicks out and tastes his skin before I latch on and suck.

He groans, but he fists the hair at the back of my neck and pulls me away. “Am I not doing enough to drive every thought out of your head? You should’ve said something.”

He captures my mouth in a kiss, holding my head still. It’s not a normal kiss—it’s all tongue and lustful, tiny nips at my bottom lip. Between his mouth devouring me and his finger shooting tendrils of warmth through my whole body, I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm building.

I moan into Elliot’s mouth as he prods my lips open with his tongue. It forces its way into me in an act that screams pure dominance. And when he pulls my head back, revealing the soft and vulnerable skin of my neck, the feeling only solidifies. Elliot is the type of man who could take control of my body and please me in ways I’ve never thought of before.

And I might just let him.

“I didn’t think you could look any more perfect. But the way you look right now? I need to see you come, love. Are you going to come for me?”

I moan when he presses a line of soft kisses down my neck. He keeps going until his tongue flicks against one of my nipples. He sucks it into his mouth, and I swear my heart skips a beat.

He quickens the pace of his finger, and it only takes a few seconds before I’m screaming into his shoulder. My whole body shudders as he works me through my orgasm, until he sits on the edge of the bed and I collapse onto his lap.

“That was amazing,” he says, biting the shell of my ear softly. “You looked so fucking beautiful.”

All I can manage is a few pants and a clumsy kiss on his lips. Then, with a chuckle that warms my whole body, he sets me on the mattress.

“Let’s get these shoes off of you.” Sliding off the bed, he crouches in front of me. His fingers brush the insides of my thighs.

My eyebrows pull together. “You don’t want me to keep them on?” He didn’t take them off in the first place, so I thought he must’ve liked it.

He gives me a look. “There’s absolutely no way I couldn’t have noticed how these heels make your ass look. But the failings of women’s footwear aren’t lost on me, love. Your feet must be killing you.” As he says the words, he takes my left foot in his hands and tenderly removes the heel.

He’s not wrong. When he slides it off, I let out a sigh of relief.

Before he moves onto my other shoe, he kisses the sensitive spot next to my ankle, dragging his lips up my leg. When he reaches my upper thigh, I instinctually spread my legs farther apart. He flattens his tongue against my clit, giving me a single lick before pulling back.

I let out a frustrated sound, and he chuckles.

“Ready for more already?” He works off my other heel, repeating his action of kissing my ankle and running his mouth up my leg. Except this time, he doesn’t lick my clit. “Good.”

His arms snake under my thighs, wrapping around them, and he yanks me to the edge of the bed so hard that I fall back.

And then, finally—finally—he dives in. He sucks on my clit, flicking it with his tongue, and it takes everything in me not to scream. I bite my lip as he pulls away, looking up at me with hooded eyes.

“Please don’t stop, Elliot. Please. You feel so good.”

“Do I?” he murmurs, giving me a lick from my vagina to my clit.

I shiver. “Yes.”

With a dark, satisfied smile, he leans in again. His tongue enters me, pressing against my walls, and I moan. Then he moves in and out, fucking me with his tongue like he did to my mouth earlier.

It’s not as explosive as it would be if he was giving attention to my clit, but it still makes me lose my goddamned mind. His grip on my thighs tightens as he continues, groaning into me.

I bite my lip to stifle another scream as he finally brings his tongue to my clit. Oliver and Rhett are still here somewhere, and I don’t want to make this awkward for them.

“Don’t be quiet on their account. Trust me, love. They want to hear.”

Elliot’s words cause my stomach to tighten. “They—they do?”

He sucks my clit into his mouth before responding, releasing it with a lick. “Did you not see the way they were looking at you earlier? Let them hear that you’re satisfied.”

It’s then that he releases one of my hips. As his tongue works me over, I feel two of his fingers sliding into me. I fall back onto the mattress with a loud moan.

He falls into a pattern, curling his fingers against my walls until he finds a spot that makes me cry out. With a smirk, he goes back to licking my clit. And with his fingers inside of me, hitting that same spot over and over, and his tongue completely wrecking me, I can’t help it. I scream his name so loudly that I’ll probably never get over the embarrassment in the morning.

He adds more pressure with his fingers, sucking on my clit, and I come so hard that I scream again. He leans back, watching me, moving his fingers in and out.

“Elliot, oh god—Elliot, I—” I give up on trying to form a coherent sentence. Instead, I groan when he pulls his fingers out of me.

Panting, I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he sucks my arousal off his fingers. His eyes slide closed as he moans.

“You taste better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

My head is still spinning, so I don’t move when he crawls on top of me. He kisses me, his tongue entering my mouth so I can taste myself. When he pulls away, I run my hand over his belt, settling on the bulge in his pants.

“Your turn?” I say breathlessly.

With a smirk, he climbs off of me and stands. “Not yet. I’m nowhere near finished with you, love.”

I crawl to the edge of the bed, grabbing onto his shirtsleeve. “At least take this off? I want to see you.” Without thinking, I kiss the palm of his hand, and then each of his fingers. When I get to his thumb, I take it into my mouth and suck. He groans.

After I release it, his hands move to the top of his shirt, undoing a few buttons. I can see the outlines of a tattoo peaking through, but I can’t make out what it is yet.

“More,” I say, and it comes out sounding like a whine.

He raises his eyebrows, but before he’s able to retort, there’s a knock on the bedroom door.

My eyes widen. Rhett and Oliver know exactly what we’re doing. So why would one of them come knocking on the door? Unless . . .

Elliot lowers himself to a crouch in front of me. With an even gaze, he takes my hands. “They want to watch.”

Oh.

He stares at me, gauging my reaction. “Is that okay with you?”

I swallow, my eyes flitting to the door. Is it okay with me? They watched us earlier, and it was outside of what I’m used to doing, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think it was hot.

Besides, I’m the reason Rhett and Oliver came home alone tonight.

No, I think to myself. If you’re going to do this, it can’t be out of a feeling of obligation. You won’t be able to stay in the moment.

“Wren.” Elliot squeezes my hands, and I expect him to press me for an answer. But instead, he says, “If it makes you even the slightest bit uncomfortable, I want you to say no. Need you to say no.”

I hesitate, thinking this through. Was this their plan all night? Flirt with me, have one of them bring me home, and then the other two get to watch? The thought feels dirty.

But as I look at Elliot, at the relaxed sincerity on his face, I know that can’t be true. I have a feeling Oliver and Rhett knocked on the door with absolutely no expectations at all.

“Are we scaring you?” His voice is gentle.

I shake my head, smiling down at him. “Just needed to think. They can watch.”

Elliot narrows his eyes at me, probably looking for a tiny bit of hesitation. But he must be satisfied with what he finds, because he gets up to open the door.

Before he takes more than two steps, though, I stop him. “I have one condition, though.”

He turns, waiting.

My cheeks heat at the next words out of my mouth. “I want to go down on you.”

He laughs. “Deal.”

He opens the door, and Oliver and Rhett file in. They’ve taken off their masks, but they’re still in their suits. The only indication that either of them has relaxed at all is Oliver’s loosened tie.

“Damn, Elliot.” Oliver gives me a once-over, winking at me. Rhett’s eyes linger on me as well, but he stays silent as he settles into a chair in the corner of the room.

For a moment, I’m confused by Oliver’s reaction. But then I realize I’m still panting. I probably look as dazed as I feel, too.

With a shy smile, I slip off the bed and settle onto my knees. Elliot walks over, cupping my chin, and I look up at him. The fire in his eyes matches the hunger I feel coursing through my whole body.

I undo his belt, sliding it off and placing it on the floor. Slowly, I unbutton and unzip his pants, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. I stroke him through his boxers before slipping my hand beneath his waistband and pulling him out.

He’s larger than Adam, and I eye him nervously. Am I going to be able to fit him in my mouth? For a moment, I hesitate, but then I realize that I actually want to choke on his cock.

Heat curls in my lower belly as I lick him from base to tip. He groans, pulling the stray strands of my hair back and holding them. I take his tip into my mouth, wrapping my right hand around him and stroking.

With every bob of my head, I manage to take more of him in. His fist tightens around the hair at the base of my neck, and I moan. When he hits the back of my throat, I gag but don’t pull back, letting myself adjust to him.

“I’m going to take control now, Wren. Are you ready?”

My eyes go wide.

“You can take it, love. You’re already doing so well.”

I moan in response, relaxing and moving both of my hands to his thighs for balance.

“That’s it,” he whispers, pulling out a few inches. “Ready?”

I give him a small nod, my gaze flitting up to his face for a moment. His eyes are half-closed, foggy with pleasure. When he slides back into me, they close all the way.

He starts off at a slow pace, most likely for my benefit, before he speeds up. It doesn’t take long for my jaw to ache and tears to fall from my eyes, but I don’t care. There’s something about the way he’s holding my head and fucking my mouth that makes me never want him to stop.

“Fuck,” I hear Oliver mutter. His voice is strained.

The reminder that he and Rhett are watching sends a wave of butterflies to my stomach. It must have a similar effect on Elliot, because he groans.

His thrusts slow, and I expect to feel him come, but instead he pulls out of my mouth. I moan in disappointment, opening my mouth and trying to lean forward, but he keeps his grip on my hair firm.

“Stand up.”

I scramble to my feet, losing my breath when he kisses me. His hands brush away my tears, and I can’t help but wonder if I have mascara running down my cheeks.

Elliot turns me around, pressing my back to his front. I can feel his erection, and I grind my ass against him. I don’t think I’ve ever cared so much about seeing—and hearing—a man come undone. Yet I’m ready to do anything to experience Elliot coming. In me, on me, I don’t even care.

But he has other plans.

“Spread your legs.”

I do.

“Now let them watch you come apart from a single one of my fingers.”

For the first time since Elliot turned me around, I actually look. And what I find are two men staring at me with pure, unadulterated lust. The thought of getting on my knees for both of them crosses my mind just as Elliot slides a finger over my clit, and I shudder.

When Elliot slid my dress off in the limo, there was a split second when I felt too vulnerable. But now, with Elliot holding me on display for Rhett and Oliver, the feeling of being exposed to them only makes me more wet.

Elliot makes a deep, dark sound as he feels it. My head falls back onto his shoulder as he works my overly sensitive clit back to life. It doesn’t take long before I’m a mess, sputtering half-sentences and tugging my hair with my hands. I don’t know what to do with them, and I can’t figure out where to put them that doesn’t make me feel self-conscious.

I squeeze my eyes closed when Elliot slows his finger. An orgasm was just beginning to build, but now it’s fading away. I bite one of my fingers, stifling a frustrated groan.

But then two hands wrap around my wrists, pressing them to soft fabric. I open my eyes to see them against Rhett’s chest. He’s watching me closely, searching for any type of resistance. But the way he’s entrapped my wrists against his chest feels so right.

My gaze locks with his, and his piercing stare goes straight to my heart. He’s looking at me like a starved man staring at a feast. “Rhett,” I whisper, watching as he raises an eyebrow. “Rhett, kiss me. Please.”

The words flow out of my mouth so naturally that what I’m really opening myself up to doesn’t register until I’ve already said them. But I don’t care. I need to feel this man’s lips on me.

Rhett doesn’t hesitate. His grip on my wrists tightens, and then he pulls them over my head and holds them there. When his lips finally crash into mine, Elliot’s finger speeds up again. I cry out, Rhett absorbing the sound in his mouth.

His free hand creeps up my body, sliding in between my breasts and tracing my collarbones. Then it wraps around my throat, his thumb and forefinger squeezing ever so slightly.

All of a sudden, everything is too much, and I explode. My knees go weak, but I find myself held up by Rhett’s grip on my wrists and Elliot’s arm wrapping around my waist.

Rhett doesn’t release my mouth, instead running his tongue over my bottom lip as I moan into him. My hips buck as Elliot’s finger shoots fireworks throughout my whole body, and he stops when I start whimpering.

I gasp, falling against Rhett’s chest as he lets my wrists slip out of his hand. He holds me for a second before tensing and stepping back suddenly. The lust in his eyes disappears, replaced by an unreadable facade, before he backs away.

Elliot keeps me upright, stroking my hair as I catch my breath. But his hold on me loosens when Oliver comes up next to us. I barely register him before the room tilts as he picks me up and carries me to the bed.

When he settles on the edge, placing me in his lap, I rest my head on his chest. He kisses my hairline with a chuckle. “You look tired.”

Shaking my head, I straighten. “I can take more.”

His lips part as he looks me over. “Tell me, princess, do you want me?”

I moan as I nod, leaning in and kissing him. His lips are soft, and the way he kisses me is gentler than the other two. While one of his arms is wrapped around my waist, his free hand cradles my face like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

Groaning, Oliver pulls away. I can feel how hard he is. “I need to feel you come around my cock, princess.”

His words make me pause. I haven’t had a random hookup in years, and the topic of protection is always awkward. The guys never want to wear a condom, and the whole thing ends up being a mess.

Planting a kiss on my neck, Oliver says, “We’re clean, Wren. Or we can wear condoms. Whatever you’re comfortable with. Are you on birth control?”

I nod, my eyes moving from one man to the next. All three of them have on a patient expression, and it makes my heart squeeze. Do they really mean it? They don’t mind either way?

And should I believe them just because Oliver says they’re clean?

“Mmm. No, you shouldn’t.” He chuckles as my eyes widen at the realization that I was thinking out loud. His lips drag across the skin of my shoulder. “We can show you proof if you’d like.”

“I—I don’t have proof.”

“You don’t seem like the lying type, love.” Elliot steps forward, brushing my hair out of my face before kissing me. “And we really are okay with using condoms.”

I let out a breath, relaxing into Oliver. “Why don’t you get the paperwork.” I watch as Oliver grins.

“Sure thing, love.”

After Oliver sets me down, he and Elliot both disappear out of the room. Rhett pulls up something on his phone, hesitantly handing it over to me. Our fingers brush, and it feels electrifying.

I scroll through his test results silently before handing his phone back to him. He swallows, tugging at his tie. That nervousness that I saw in his eyes at the ball is back.

“You okay?” Just like I did earlier, I stand, bringing my fingers up to graze his cheek. The skin-on-skin contact with him makes me shiver.

With a frown, he shrugs his jacket off and drapes it over my shoulders. “Yes.” But his voice is tight, his movements too sharp.

My face falls, and a slight ache begins to build in my chest. He’s been tense all night, and now, looking back over their visits to the coffee shops, he’s always been distant.

Red creeps onto my cheeks as I remember how I begged him to kiss me. “You don’t want me.”

He lets out a strangled breath. As I take a step back, he takes one forward. Tears—of rejection or embarrassment, I’m not sure—fill my eyes. But he grabs my hand, placing it over his erection.

“Does this feel like I don’t want you?” Then he moves my hand to his chest, right over his heart. It’s thumping so hard I’m afraid the man might have a heart attack. “What about this?”

I frown. “But you—”

“Forget about it.”

“But—but Rhett, you—”

“Jesus, Wren.” He grabs my face in both hands and slams his mouth against mine. He bites my bottom lip like he’s angry at me for making him want me, but then he slides his tongue into my mouth like he needs to devour me.

When he pulls away, my knees are weak. That insatiable lust is back in his eyes, and when a tear falls onto my cheek, he licks it away.

I want to ask him what’s going on in his head, but I have a feeling he’s not going to tell me. And as he steps away from me, the guys return. Elliot has tucked himself back in, which is disappointing, but I guess I wouldn’t want to walk around the house with my dick hanging out, either.

After looking over their test results, Oliver pulls me back onto his lap and peppers my neck with kisses.

“You’re sure you don’t mind that I don’t have proof?” I ask. It comes out in between shallow breaths as Oliver tweaks my nipples with his fingers.

“We don’t say things we don’t mean, love.” Elliot gives me a heated look. He’s leaning against his dresser, watching as Oliver explores my body.

I swallow, deciding that’s a good enough answer. My hands go to Oliver’s shirt as I work on the buttons with shaky fingers. Unlike Elliot, he lets me slip it off his shoulders. I moan as I take him in, kissing the butterfly tattoo on his chest. It’s the same one Rhett has tattooed on the back of his right hand.

“Let me get my pants off, princess.” With ease, Oliver lifts me off of him and onto the bed. He stands, undoing his belt and pants in record time. He shoves everything to the floor before pulling me to the edge of the bed. “Lie back and close your eyes. Just focus on what you feel.”

I do what he says, but I struggle to keep my eyes closed. I want to watch as he slides into me. Cocking an eyebrow at me, he lines himself up at my entrance.

Oh god.

“What did I say, princess?”

I groan. “Eyes closed.”

“And relax. Your head shouldn’t move from the mattress. Understood?”

With a dramatic sigh, I do what he says. But I can’t help the smile that plays across my lips.

When he finally enters me, I let out a groan. He does too, his hands pushing on my thighs to open me even more to him.

“Oliver,” I moan, and I can’t help it. I open my eyes, raising my head to watch him. He grunts when our gazes meet, and I reach out so my fingers can brush against his hard stomach.

“Close your eyes, Wren.” The words come from Rhett. When I look over at him, something stirs deep inside of me. His tie is gone, and he’s undone a few of the buttons of his dress shirt. But what really catches my eye is the way he’s pulled himself out of his pants and is stroking himself.

“Oh god,” I whisper.

I feel myself clench around Oliver. He slams into me harder, and I know I should listen, but I can’t manage to tear my eyes away from Rhett.

With an amused huff, he stalks toward us and climbs on the bed. “You just can’t seem to listen tonight, can you?” He grabs my arms and pins them to the bed.

I let out a giggling squeal as he leans over me. “Close your goddamned eyes, Wren.”

For a second, I contemplate disobeying him. What would he do if I keep my eyes on him? But on second thought, I decide to listen. Because I really don’t want anything to distract me from the way Oliver feels inside of me.

So I let my eyes slide closed, relishing in the way he’s grinding against my clit. He fits so well inside of me.

“I love how wet you are for us, princess.” He pulls out, and I feel his fingers bringing up some of my discharge to my clit.

I barely notice one of them—probably Elliot—grabbing a couple of pillows, or how he lifts my hips and slides them underneath me. But what I absolutely do notice is the new spot Oliver hits when he slides back into me. I cry out, but the sound is muffled by Rhett’s mouth covering mine.

My back arches when Oliver’s thumb finds my clit. With the way he’s moving in me, and with Rhett’s mouth on mine, I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.

“That’s it, princess. I need you to come for me.” Oliver’s voice is tight, like he’s struggling not to come. I want to peek at him, but I don’t think I’d even be able to get my head up, considering the way Rhett is kissing me.

So instead, I focus on the sensations these men are pulling out of me, and how much I love the freeing feeling of Rhett holding me down.

When I come, it’s with a scream. Rhett pulls away, and while I keep my eyes shut, I can only imagine him watching me. The thought makes me come harder.

I hear Oliver grunt, and with a gasp my eyes fly open. I watch as he falls apart, feeling him finish inside of me. He falls forward, catching himself with his arms. For a moment, he looks at Rhett, and I swear they’re about to kiss—and I want them to. But then Oliver leans down, kisses me lightly, and then straightens.

When he pulls out of me, I let out a long breath. My whole body is shaking, and I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had tonight.

“Relax, Wren.” Oliver squeezes my thigh. “Give yourself a minute to recover.”

I lay back, taking a few deep breaths, and my eyes land on Rhett—specifically, his cock, which is only mere inches from my face.

I wiggle up, trying to get close enough. When I do, I lift my head and lick the precum from his tip.

He grunts in surprise. “Fuck, Wren. You’re insatiable.”

“Please,” I gasp, trying to tilt my head to take him in. But it’s an awkward angle without him helping.

“You’re sure you can take more?” he says in a teasing tone, running the tip of his cock across my lips.

I let out something that could only be described as a little growl, and he laughs. It sends a wave of warmth through me, reaching my bones.

“Open up, sweetheart.”

I do, moaning as he adjusts himself and slides into me. He moves in and out slowly, filling me as he lets out a string of curses. My fingers dig into his sides as he bottoms out, hitting the back of my throat. When I gag, he pulls out, watching me closely.

I suck on his tip, and his eyes shut while he groans my name. One of his hands palms my breast, his thumb rolling over a pebbled nipple.

“Tap my thigh if you need me to stop. Okay?”

His gaze rips right through me, and I manage a little nod. Then he leans over me, kissing my stomach before flattening his tongue against my clit.

I let out a strangled scream, causing him to groan. But he continues his assault on my clit, sucking and licking it like it’s his lifeline. The entire time, he fucks my mouth with slow, even strokes.

God, how is his body not shaking like mine? How can he manage to tear me apart with his tongue while he’s in my mouth?

As if to answer my question, he lets out a deep groan and pauses with just his tip in my mouth. His tongue circles my clit, bringing me so close to the edge. But I’m not ready yet. I want to come with him.

So I suck on his tip, trying to move my head up and down in the slightly awkward position.

He swears, one of his hands gripping my thigh. I keep all of my focus where he seems to like it the most, and he punishes me with tiny, quick strokes of his tongue against my clit.

It does me in. As he slides into me again, I let out a deep, gurgling moan. He shudders, and his whole body tenses.

Yes, yes, yes!

He moves to pull out of me, but I grab his hips to hold him in place. I want—need—to feel him come in my mouth.

With a grunt, he does, and I feel every hot spurt on my tongue. He pulls out, twisting to fall on his ass as he watches me. I open my mouth, propping myself up on my elbows and letting some of his cum drip out of my mouth. Then I swallow, licking it off my lips.

“Fuck,” he says on an exhale. “That was hot.”

I crawl over to him, and he pulls me onto his lap with a small kiss. His calloused hand runs up and down my back, and I settle against him with a small sigh.

For a few moments, we stay just like that, and I can’t help but smile at how relaxed Rhett is. I have no idea what was bugging him earlier, but it doesn’t seem to matter anymore.

The mattress sags. I glance over to see Elliot sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s pulled his cock back out, and he’s stroking himself with slow, steady movements.

While still clinging to Rhett, I lean over and kiss him. It pulls a moan out of Oliver, and I giggle.

Elliot takes my face in his hands, kissing the tip of my nose. “How are you feeling, love?”

I give him a quick kiss before he straightens. “Like I can handle you.” I know I’ll probably be sore in the morning, but the thought of not being with Elliot like I’ve been with the other two tonight doesn’t sit right with me.

He lets out a soft chuckle, running a hand through my hair. “Do you trust us, Wren?”

I let myself mull over the question. No man has ever taken his time with me like these three have. They’ve always gone straight for what they want. But not Elliot, Oliver, and Rhett.

Is that a good enough reason to trust them? Probably not. But they’ve been so caring, and patient, and sincere all night. Including before we left the ball.

Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe it’s a foolish thing to do. But as I glance between the three of them, it hits me: I really, truly do trust them.