Free The Playboy's Ménage (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) by RG Alexander

lifted it, flicking and caressing her nipple with his thumb. “Do you like it, Holly? How hungry we are for you?”
    “You know I do,” she moaned. “You know I love it.”
    When he scraped his teeth along her neck, she shivered. “I remember how much you loved everything. You were wild with us. I remember how good that sweet little mouth was at sucking my cock as Henry fucked you. How tightly you squeezed me when I was deep inside that ass. The sounds you made when you came for us.”
    His words were almost like sex, each memory a deep thrust inside her, making her groan as Henry’s talented tongue brought her closer to the edge. “I’m close. Fuck, it feels...”
    “Tell me what he’s doing now, Holly. Tell me how it feels.”
    She forced her eyes open to look into his. The expression on his face took away what was left of her breath. “Oh God, Peter, I can’t…I…”
    “Disobeying me already? Tell me.”
    “He’s fucking me with his tongue. It’s so good. I need to come, I’ve been ready since last night, but I don’t want it to be over. I don’t want him to stop.”
    Henry made a pained sound and pressed harder against her, moving his tongue faster inside her. It felt wicked. “Oh God. Oh my God .”
    Peter pinched her nipple and tugged. “Come for him, Holly. I promise it won’t be the last time. This is the first time. Come for us now.”
    She couldn’t help herself. She shouted, rocking against Henry’s mouth as her climax crashed over her. It was the sexiest thing she’d experienced in years, her men on her as soon as she walked through the door, unwilling to wait before taking her. Her only complaint was it was over too quickly. She shook against them, already wanting more despite her release. Wanting both of them.
    Peter lifted her in his arms again and she forced herself to focus as he handed her to Henry. “I’ll the take her bags upstairs. Go to the living room and make sure she’s comfortable. Try and wait for me.”
    He was leaving? She frowned fuzzily as he climbed the stairs and disappeared. She was still coming down from her climax and he was gone. Didn’t he want to continue what he’d started? “What’s going on?”
    Henry kissed her head and carried her down the marbled hall. There were paintings on the foyer ceiling. Actual paintings. Maybe Peter’s mother had been an Austen fan, because this was ridiculous.
    “Where is he taking my bags?”
    “To his room,” Henry answered as they entered the high-ceilinged living room that did indeed look big enough to skate in. “I suppose I should say our room, because we’ll all be in there for the next few months.”
    “We will?” Sleeping together. All of them. Not just wild and wicked sex but morning hair and blanket stealing and the possibility of snoring. “But there are so many rooms.”
    Henry set her down on the couch, a mysterious expression on his usually open features. “From what little I’ve gathered, he has an immersive experience planned. Peter rarely does anything halfway. I don’t imagine any of us will be getting a lot of privacy, but believe me when I say we won’t be too crowded. He had that bed custom made, and you could sleep six comfortably on that baby.” He knelt down in front of her, cupping her still-bare breasts in his hands. “Not that I’d mind cuddling with these as I fell asleep. They feel as good as they look.”
    Oh hell. Holly covered his hands with her own, still reeling from her climax. The calluses on his fingers from a lifetime of playing his guitar were making her squirm. “Henry you were…that was incredible.”
    He licked his lips. “Only incredible? I obviously need to work on my technique. I blame you for distracting me. You were so sweet on my tongue. So wet. I don’t know how Peter stopped last night without letting you come, because there was no way I could have. You might be my new habit, Holly. I already want to do it again. I’m thinking about lying on the floor