Free CherrysJubilee by V.J. Devereaux Page B

couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to.
    She wrapped her arms around Connor’s neck, her face buried against his throat. Beneath her lips his pulse beat strongly. She felt oddly cherished. Her heart twisted more than a little.
    As much as she wished otherwise though, she knew she probably imagined that his arms tightened around her when she pressed her mouth against that throbbing pulse, his life beating against her lips. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out why she suddenly wanted to cry.
    “We all definitely need a shower,” Connor said, his voice sounding a little husky.
    That was certainly true.
    The air was filled with the scent of their musk, their cum and Cherry’s pleasure and while no one seemed to mind, she was still sticky from her time spent as dessert.
    All three of them seemed to be watching her carefully though, as Connor set her on her feet, both he and Jed with an arm around her to support her.
    She looked at them, at the concern in their eyes and smiled reassuringly.
    “I’m fine, really,” she said.
    The shower was huge, with multiple showerheads and jets coming from almost everywhere. The three men hemmed her in and supported her as warm water sprayed soothingly against Cherry’s overused and abused muscles. Her legs trembled.
    All three of them filled their hands with soap, their hands gliding over her, massaging her sore muscles and everything else.
    With a smile of real pleasure, she repaid the favor.
    Shaking her head in wonder, smiling, she ran her hands over three gorgeous bodies, running them over Connor’s sculpted chest, his washboard stomach, stroking them over Jed’s leanly muscled body, running them across Erik’s amazingly broad pecs.
    With a long sigh, she said, suiting action to words, “You’re all so beautiful. You’re wonderful to touch. I can’t get enough of you. You feel amazing.”
    Pulling her closer, his soapy hand gliding over her, Connor said, his blue eyes brilliant in the lights, “The feeling is mutual.” He emphasized the word “feeling” by closing his hand around her breast.
    She smiled at him.
    Jed too had soaped his hands thoroughly and his long fingers were sliding over her, between her legs, playing a little, his brown eyes knowing, mischievous and teasing as he slid a finger up inside her, then two, working them as if he cleaned a glass. Cleaning her. She moaned, the pleasure unexpected.
    Taking one of the detachable and adjustable showerheads, Erik rinsed her off, playing the pulsing jets against the abused muscles of her shoulders. His arm around her, Connor held her close and Cherry let her head fall against the broad muscles of his chest, relishing his arm around her and the warm water soothing her strained muscles. Sighing with pleasure, she relaxed.
    Connor pressed his mouth against her ear.
    “You can stay if you like, Cherry,” he said softly.
    Lifting her head, Cherry looked up at him.
    There was an intensity in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before. His hands tightened on her.
    Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at Jed and Erik.
    Jed slid a hand over her ass, over her hip. He looked at Connor and Erik.
    “We’d like you to stay, if you want.”
    Erik nodded.
    “But we’re not done playing with you,” Connor said. “You know we’ll fuck you again. Probably more than once.”
    A little thrill went through her at their words, at the idea. Despite everything they had already done, to her astonishment, her pussy flexed and clenched as she looked at all three men.
    Jed stepped closer, his hand sliding up from her hip to cup her breast.
    She looked into his steady gaze.
    Every inch of her skin seemed aware of Connor’s long, strong body pressed against hers, at the tightness of his hands on her.
    Water poured over them.
    She looked at Erik. His green eyes looked evenly back but she knew he waited for her answer.
    With a half laugh, knowing she wouldn’t walk comfortably for a week at this rate, she considered it. How