Page 21 of The Engagement Gift

It was another sign that this wouldn’t change us. Any of us. We could be the same.

I danced my fingertips down Finn’s chest. “How are you doing?”

Finn gazed at me, his eyes intense. “I’m fantastic. How are you doing, baby?”

“Amazing,” I whispered.

“Better than your dirty dreams?” His fingers grazed my belly, as the sound of the top of the lube bottle flicking open landed on my ears.

I nodded. “Better than Tumblr. Better than porn. Better than all my fantasies.”

He kissed my nose, murmuring, “Good. Let’s make it even better, then.”

Jake tapped on my hip. “Move your knee up, Lil.”

I shifted my leg, hooking it over Finn’s hip as my fiancé’s hand traveled between my legs. Groaning, Finn stroked his fingers along my wet pussy, while Jake curled a hand over one ass cheek.

I shivered from the twin sensations. Then I moaned as Finn’s fingers glided into my pussy. “She loves being finger-fucked,” he told Jake, and my shiver turned to a full-body shudder as Finn went there again. Talking over me. Talking about me.

Turned out, I craved that. I relished being not just the object of their physical attention, but the center of their conversation.

“I know that now,” Jake said wryly. Then in a gruff, knowing tone, he added, “She squirmed like a goddamn champion when my fingers were in her pussy before.”

Finn seemed to bite back a groan, and I tensed briefly. Had Jake crossed the line by talking about me like he knew my wants, my needs, my desires?

The answer came in a hot, possessive kiss, as Finn hooked his fingers inside me. But Finn didn’t kiss me angrily. He kissed me fiercely, making the line clear.

I was his; he was mine.

“Get her ready,” he growled, barely breaking the kiss to issue a command to his best friend.

For tonight, I was theirs.

Jake pressed a finger against my ass, then once more, he pushed inside. I gasped and then groaned at the intrusion, at the fullness.

They were both finger-fucking me, but this was only the beginning. I’d have to take so much more than fingers. But my God, it felt electric, both of them inside me, both of them making me wetter.

Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the sensations, to the heavy ache inside, the ache they were both filling.

The press of their bodies against me was exquisite. Finn and his hard muscles pressed against my breasts, my belly, my legs. Jake and his equally firm, strong body sealed to my back, my ass, my thighs.

I was sandwiched between them, attention lavished on me by these men.

And it was my turn again to call the shots. I opened my eyes, swallowed, and said something I’d only imagined in my filthiest fantasies. “Will you both please fuck me now?”

Finn’s grin was the stuff of wicked legends.

Slowly, they removed their fingers, and Jake stole away for a moment. The faucet ran in the bathroom as I climbed on Finn, straddling him.

We hadn’t mapped this out either—this position. But I knew it would be the best one. I’d watched enough, seen plenty.

I settled over him, gripping his gorgeous shaft in my hand and gazing into his eyes. “Hey,” I whispered.

“Hey, you.”

With eyes for him only, I repeated words he’d said to me. “I love fucking you, and I fucking love you.”

He reached up, cupping my cheek, then slid a hand to curl around my head. He pulled me close for a searing kiss, then whispered, “I know, baby. I know.” When he let go, his eyes glanced down with a purposeful glint in them. “Now get the fuck on me.”

Enough said. I rubbed the head of his cock against me, as Jake returned from the bathroom. Groaning, Finn wrapped his hands around my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.

“Need to feel you all the way on me. Need to feel your sweet pussy on my dick now, baby.”

He sounded so hungry, so carnal. And at that moment, a new awareness hit me. Yes, tonight was about me, but it was also about them. They were feeling as amazing as I was. Just as they were making sure I was good, I had to take care of the men.

I’d known this, but I hadn’t experienced it fully till now, and I wanted to make every moment good for them, too. I sank down on my man, and I cried out in pleasure. “God, that feels so good. Your dick is perfection,” I said, setting my palms on his chest.

“So are you,” he murmured, thrusting up. He wasn’t rough, but even so, he filled me, and I felt him all the way.

I felt Jake too, climbing on the bed, reaching for the condom. His hands roamed up my back, then down it, settling on my ass.

His fingers traveled across my flesh and sparks raced over my skin, knowing what was coming. Gently, he pushed down on my lower back. “Lower your tits to your man.”

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