Chapter Twenty-Five
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Dinner with Mamó their last night in Ireland was becoming a solemn affair. Alexandra couldn’t stand the misery in Gabe’s eyes, and she knew it was because he feared he might never see his grandmother alive again. It seemed her stumble affected Gabe deeply and he was dwelling on her increased mental and physical deficits.
Alexandra reached across the wide table and tapped Mamó’s plate with her knife, making an obnoxious sound. “I just had a brilliant idea.”
Mamó met her gaze, and the look she received back clearly said, What are you up to now?
“Come to our house for Christmas, then attend the New Year’s Eve ball with us and come to mine and Gabe’s wedding.”
Gabe’s grandmother shook her head, looking down at her plate, and Alexandra wasn’t surprised. Gabe had already reported she’d refused to leave the manor for years. Alexandra wrapped her fist around the coin Jonathon had hung around her neck, not superstitious enough to believe wishes made on it could possibly come true, but—
“I would love it if you would honor us with your presence at our wedding, Mamó.” She squeezed the coin tighter. “I know Gabe and Rowan would be thrilled if you would spend the holiday with us.”
“I am too old and too wrinkled for a ball, but I will see my boy wed. You’ve talked me into it. I will come to the wedding.”
Alexandra couldn’t contain her emotion and left her chair to rush around the table and hug her with tears sliding over her cheeks. “Since you are flying so far, say you’ll come for Christmas Eve? You can meet my parents, go to midnight Mass, and be there for Rowan’s first Christmas.”
Mamó met her gaze. “I imagine Gabe can deny you nothing.”
Alexandra scrunched her face. “You’d be surprised. I think my charm wore off a few decades ago. You have to remember he knew me during my frizzy-hair-and-braces years.”
Mamó cackled. “Well, I can’t deny you.” She pinched Rowan’s chin, making her giggle. Smiling wide, she agreed. “I guess I can be persuaded to come to this cheeky girl’s first Christmas.” “I say yes! I will do it all. It has been a very long time since I’ve witnessed a baby’s first Christmas.”
Alexandra squeezed her. “Thank you. I am so happy. It will be the best holiday season ever.”
Mamó tipped her chin and with a suspicious glint in her eyes, demanded, “Are you ready to tell me the truth?”
Alexandra nodded and broke into a wide grin. “We’re expecting. I have no idea how you knew weeks ago!”
Gabe’s grandmother clapped her hands, her face brightening. “Break out the best whiskey, Padhraic! A great grandchild! Now I have something to look forward to. You’ll no’ get rid of me anytime soon.”
Alexandra exhaled relief and stood, her sweaterdress clinging to her form.
Mamó put her hand over the slight swell. “Mo sheacht mbeannacht ort!”
My seven blessings on you. Alexandra smiled. It must be a good omen if Mamó and her mother shared favorite blessings. Dear Lord. She imagined her mother and Mamó cackling and whispering in Gaelic all through the wedding. Note to self: make certain Dad sits between them!
Gabe passed around tumblers and filled each with a several-finger pour, although in Alexandra’s he only splashed a bit. “We don’t want the babies drunk before their first birthday.”
Glasses were clinked all around. “Sláinte.”
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“Feel better?” Alexandra whispered as she came up behind Gabe and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed her cheek to his back. He turned in her arms and pulled her close.
“You are a witch. I’m absolutely awed by the power you wield over people.” He shook his head. “When we were locked in separate isolation rooms and I believed you were dying, I was so distressed I could barely put two words together for a thought, and there you were, making billion-dollar deals by e-mail and text and whatever means possible, arranging an adoption, and arranging a committed ménage à quatre. Then you wooed the American people into loving you despite our unusual lifestyle, and now you’ve completely ensnared my grandmother’s heart. I am completely in your debt now for giving me this Christmas gift.”
“Hmmm, I can hardly wait to start cashing in.” She smiled wickedly.
“You also terrify me.”
She laughed.
“Seriously, I’ve seen the wheels spinning in your head for days. What are you planning? Because I know something big is coming.”
“Oh, there’s a list.”
“I imagine there is. Tell me.”
Alexandra rubbed her cheek against his and whispered, “I want date nights once we are home.”
He leaned back to meet her gaze. “I already agreed to that.”
“I want a single date night with you in the playroom. I have to know what you’ve done with others that you’ve kept from me.”
Gabe backed up, pulling her with him, and sat on the bed. “That I wasn’t expecting.”
She winked. “Good. I like keeping you on your toes.”
Dropping to her knees, she ran her hand over the front of his jeans. “Is thinking about what you’re going to do to me in the playroom responsible for this?”
“I’m going to be hard from now until then, thinking about that.”
She smiled as she unbuckled his belt. “Sounds like a dangerous condition to leave you in. I should probably relieve the pressure a bit.”
Gabe met her gaze with a leer. “Oh, aye.”
She unbuttoned and unzipped him.
He took his briefs below his cock and balls.
Alexandra forced him back against the mattress, and then raked her nails down his chest and stomach as she closed her lips over his glans, sucking only twice on his tip before taking his length deep.
“Fuck, woman.”
She swallowed, enjoying the feeling of her muscles squeezing against his hard length. He moaned in response, and she closed her eyes so she could focus on isolating the muscles to milk him with her throat.
He started to sit up, pushing on her shoulders. “No, no, no. I’m not coming this fast. That’s embarrass—”
She grabbed his nipples and pinched as she twisted, making him cry out. She focused all her attention on his cock in her throat, sucking and massaging with each squeeze as she tortured his nipples with her fingers.
“Alexandra, please.”
She glanced up, hoping her eyes reflected the intensity she was feeling. He grimaced and gasped, growling as he fought his body and lost. She felt his cock throbbing in her mouth as he came.
He relaxed against the mattress, and she drew her mouth slowly over his length.
He wrapped his hand in the long hair at her crown and dragged her onto the bed, forcing her to crawl over him to claim her lips roughly. Her heart raced. He rarely ever kissed her roughly, but when he did—dear God in heaven—he really did it for her. She moaned against his mouth.
A soft knock interrupted them.
He bellowed, “I will kill whoever is on the other side of that door.”
“Oh aye?” Conor poked his head in, laughing; he lifted a brow at Gabe’s state of undress. “Sounds like an invitation to try.”
Gabe closed his eyes. “In or out.”
Conor entered. “Why, yes, I’d love to join you; thanks for asking. From the sounds filtering down the hallway, you evidently had a head start.”
“Mm-m, Alexandra was just stealing my soul with her insane fellatio skills.”
She blushed and ducked her head.
Gabe sat up and pulled her against his chest. “Are you forever going to be embarrassed by your men?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Probably, if you keep talking about me like I’m not in the room.”
Conor started undressing.
“You might as well drag Jonathon in here. He hasn’t joined us since the shooting,” Gabe said. “He may start to feel like she’s all his if he doesn’t see us sharing her.”
“Oh?” Conor inquired. “I didn’t realize.”
“She’s been topping him. She thinks I’m unaware.”
“Jesus Christ! Still here!” Alexandra said, amazed.
Conor came over to the bed and tipped her chin up. “So the books helped?”
“Some. I need more books.”
He snorted. “Surely you haven’t read—” He stopped himself. “Perfect recall. You memorized all the books I sent you?”
She nodded excitedly, smiling. “That’s why I need more. Specifically anything you have on femme Dommes.”
“Dear God, I don’t know whether to feel sorry for Jonathon or envious.”
Alexandra smiled bigger. “Anytime you want to spend a day, I have it on good authority that Gabe asked the architect to sneak a soundproof playroom into the main suite of rooms.”
“Do tell?”
“Go get Jonathon,” Gabe repeated. “Before she convinces you to let her do evil things to your body.”
“Tempting, but not likely. I like to be the one in control of the scene too much, but it is a heady fantasy.” Conor chuckled, leaving.
“That’s how she weaves her spell. Tread carefully,” Gabe teased.
Alexandra hit him with a pillow. “Stop!”
Gabe caught the pillow on the second swing and pulled her toward him, using the momentum to push her over his knees. Alexandra gasped, and she covered her bottom with her hands. “You said you can’t—because of the babies. Did you forget?”
“Shh, relax. I haven’t forgotten. I just want to look; your ass is a very enticing sight when you are posed this way.”
Alexandra relaxed, and when he pushed her hands away, she drew them back to hang with her head.
Gabe lifted her sweater, bunching it in his hand to pull the fabric up, revealing her ass slowly. He rubbed his hand over the roundness of her ass. His fingers slid over silk pantie, bare skin, silk pantie.
Alexandra moaned.
He slid his finger under the elastic leg opening to glide along her slit. “You are such a naughty girl. Wet already.”
Alexandra lifted her ass and pushed against his palm.
“Oh, baby, it is so tempting. You want it, don’t you?” he slid his fingers between her cleft and found her pussy dripping.
“Yes.” She whimpered. “Fuck me.”
“Mm-m, mm-m, tempting.”
Conor and Jonathon entered, and Conor asked, “Did we miss something?”
Alexandra closed her eyes, blushing a deep rose. She struggled to come off his lap, but Gabe pressed against her shoulders. “No, no, not yet. Be a good girl.”
“Gabe, please.”
He leaned over her, whispering against her ear, “Would you really deny your other lovers the view of this luscious ass?”
He squeezed her firm cheek to punctuate his point.
“May I?” she heard Conor ask, and she knew he wasn’t asking her permission.
Fuck! She struggled again, but Gabe held her securely.
“Xandra, be still,” Conor commanded, and the breath went out of her lungs when she realized Yes, Sir was on the tip of her tongue. Seriously? After only one afternoon? Her mind was already conditioned to obey him? How did this happen?
She felt a second pair of hands roam over her bottom, his fingers traveling the same path, skin, silk, skin, silk. She whispered, “Oh God.”
She felt him catch the edge of her panties and pull them down, so slowly her pussy was clenching with the need the gentle slide of silk was causing as her cheeks were bared. His fingers trailed over the revealed skin, and then he pulled the fabric down her legs, stopping at the tops of her boots.
“Jonathon? An assist?”
Assist? Huh? She tried to turn her head to look, but Gabe’s hands intercepted her, catching her hair and holding her exactly where he wanted her.
She felt a third set of hands on her, barely grazing over the insides of her knees before the touch disappeared, and she heard the sound of the boot’s zipper opening. Cool air hitting her bare calf was its own sensual reward. Jonathon gently slid the boot off her foot and set it aside before turning to the other boot to repeat the process. She closed her eyes, anticipating his touch, and she was a little thrilled when his fingertips drifted over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Gabe was still leaning over her. “Feels good?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Learn to trust your men, sweetheart. We all have the same goals.”
“What are they?” she asked breathily.
“Isn’t it obvious? To bring one another as much pleasure as we can.”
She repeated, “Pleasure. I like pleasure.”
“But a moment ago you were wanting me to warm your ass.”
“Uh-huh. But I can wait.”
Conor started sliding her panties the rest of the way down her legs. She heard him inhale deeply, and she knew he was holding the silk to his nose. She closed her eyes, as mortified and turned on as a person could get at the same time.
She heard a second inhale. Fuck! Jonathon too?
In her mind she already saw Jonathon passing the cloth to Gabe, a suspicion verified when she heard Gabe inhale deeply. “Mm-m, baby.” Suddenly the silk was being held to her nose. “Smell yourself.”
She closed hers eyes, thinking, I can’t, which of course was ridiculous, because it wasn’t like she didn’t know her own scent.
“Trust us,” Gabe commanded.
Alexandra inhaled softly, and she felt his hands smoothing over her ribs, confirming she’d obeyed as her lungs filled. Need like she’d never felt before sped through her olfactory receptors and down her spine.
Gabe folded the silk and laid it on the floor in her field of vision. She could swear the fabric was still held to her nose, because seeing them pulled forward her scent memory. Jesus.
Conor was sliding his hands up her thighs, grabbing firm handfuls of flesh when he reached the roundness of her bottom. He pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her ass, opening her so he could see the parts of her she wasn’t comfortable with being seen, which made her squirm and whimper. She repeated, “Please.”
“Relax. Trust us,” Gabe repeated.
She closed her eyes, feeling Conor’s subtle touches more acutely. His fingertips trailed so lightly along her slit, collecting her moisture and dragging it back to her puckered hole. He pressed in just a little, and it was all she could do to keep from pressing back into his hand.
Gabe rubbed her back, letting her know he’d felt her tense, and he was demanding she relax and trust with his touch.
Suddenly Jonathon was lowering himself beside her, rolling to lie down so he could see her in her upside-down state. He caressed her cheek and then moved slightly forward to kiss her mouth, and it felt strangely awkward and perfect at the same time. He lay back down and watched her face.
Conor knelt, catching her gaze between her legs. He put his hand over his heart. She hitched her chin, and then he was standing.
She heard the slide of his zipper, right before his pants dropped, and he stepped out of them. His briefs followed. Conor had only taken her back door once, and it was after she’d had multiple orgasms. He was large, as he’d reminded her on that occasion. “My penis’s girth is wider than Gabe’s.”
She started to panic, realizing the plan. Here. Now. No warm-up.
She bounced on Gabe’s knees, insisting, “No, no, no, no, no.”
Jonathon stroked her face.
Gabe rubbed her back.
“Careful, mo chroí. You’re pushing all my buttons.”
It hadn’t been so long ago, only a few days that he’d warned, “God, Xandra. You’re fucking hitting all of my buttons. I like feeling your thighs shake nervously way too much, and the more fear you show, the more my beast will react to it, so be very careful.”
Conor grabbed her hips solidly, and she stilled, not wanting him to lose control, not now, not like this. Was Gabe setting them up for failure to prove she shouldn’t trust herself alone with him?
He wouldn’t warred in her mind with You’re fucking insane if you think he wouldn’t.
Conor filled her without any warning, and her mind fled to the void.
She knew she was crying out as he filled her, pressing deeper and deeper even though her sphincter complained, but she was tucked firmly in a place in her mind where thoughts drifted away like clouds on a brilliant blue-sky day.
She went limp.
He thrust in and out of her, building up steam, and then he pressed deep and stilled. The thought, He came, floated through her mind, barely registering.
“Red!” Jonathon’s voice jarred her only a little inside her safe, quiet place. Gabe turned her on his lap so that she was sitting, cradled in his arms, and the question, Why? passed over her thoughts.
Conor patting her cheek, repeating, “Xandra, Xandra,” was slightly more annoying. She fled deeper, finding peace.
CONOR SLAPPED HER. “Xandra!”
He pulled her up and into him, throwing her over his shoulder, instructing Jonathon, “Shower. Ice-cold water, now!”
Gabe asked, “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes!”
Conor tried to keep her upright as Jonathon helped him pull off the sweaterdress. Jonathon unfastened her bra, but Conor snapped, “Leave it!” and entered the shower with her. He held her so the cold water blasted her chest and belly, easing her closer until the water was hitting her face.
He had never been so happy to feel her struggling. He turned her and pulled her against his chest, cradling her. “It’s me; you’re okay.”
Jonathon turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her while Conor whispered against her face. “I’m here. You’re safe.”
He lifted her and carried her to the bed.
SHE WATCHED HIS face and smiled.
He pushed his face into her neck. “You just scared the crap out of us. What are you smiling about?”
“I found a new place in my mind.”
“Yeah?” He propped her against a pillow and covered her up before sitting beside her legs. “Can you please never, ever go there again?”
“Why wouldn’t I want to go there? It was beautiful, quiet, not a single thought. You have no idea how appealing a place like that is to someone like me.”
“Because we love you and because Gabe’s heart can’t take that. We thought you were dead.”
“Jesus Christ, that’s no subspace like I’ve seen before,” Jonathon exclaimed. “Don’t ever go there again.”
She looked to the other side of the bed and saw that Gabe was undressing. He was watching her. She asked him, “I scared you too?”
“Definitely.” He crawled under the covers. “And I’ve seen some crazy shit from you, woman. Stay out of that corner of your mind.”
She searched his face and then hugged his jaw with her hands.
“I can try not to go there again. I honestly don’t know how I found it, so my mind would need to puzzle over it awhile and try to find the neural path—”
All three men said, “No!”
Gabe shook his head. “Please do not go looking for that pathway. Promise me.”
She whispered, “I promise,” not reminding him that she had perfect recall for most things, so it would only be a matter of—
Gabe commanded, “Say, ‘I promise, Sir.’”
She frowned, slightly annoyed that he was asserting his dominance now, when they had an audience. “I promise, Sir.”
Conor said, “To me as well, Alexandra.”
She looked at him with irritation. Really? Sarcastically she answered, “I promise, Sir, and you owe me a butt fucking. I’m still waiting.”
CONOR LOOKED AT Gabe. “She’s incorrigible.”
“Oh aye. Just wait ‘til you see her at her brattiest,” Gabe replied.
“Brattier than this?”
“Hey, me, still in the room. If you ask his permission, I swear I’ll—”
Gabe covered her mouth with his hand, demanding, “You’ll do what, beautiful girl?” as he trapped her arms against him. She wasn’t discouraged in the least from struggling against his strength.
“It’s your call, Gabe. Do we begin again or wait for another night?”
She bit his hand, and Gabe jerked it free. “Jesus!”
“Fuck me! All three of you!” Alexandra demanded.
Conor arched his brow at her tone, but Gabe merely nodded. “It appears she’s fine and feistier than ever.”
Gabbing her by the hips and pulling her to the side of the bed, Conor flipped her over and arranged her bent over the mattress. “I think you are becoming a very bad girl and we need to nip this behavior in the bud.”
Alexandra covered her ass with her hands, reminding in a scared voice, “You’re not allowed to spank me or in any way jeopardize the babies.”
Thinking she had the sexiest ass in the world, Conor imagined pumping his cock in and out of her tight hole. He rubbed her back and leaned over her to whisper in her ear, “I’ll not spank you or in any way put the babies in harm, but you’ve begged enough for some roughness and I’m in the mood to give you a taste, but only if you trust me and are willing to use your safe word if you need to.”
She met his gaze and nodded.
“I need words, love.”
“I would like a little roughness, Sir. My safeword is red and my caution word is yellow.”
“Good girl.” He pulled down the blankets covering Gabe and then grabbed her chin, pulling her face to make her meet his gaze. His grip was tight enough to cause her a small bit of pain as he promised gruffly, “I am going to fuck your ass. You are going to suck Gabe’s cock, and you’ll be doing no biting. Understand?”
She made a face.
“What is this mood? Xandra? I’ve never seen this side of you.” Conor looked from her to Gabe. “Is this want you meant by bratty?”
“Oh, it gets better. I’ve seen it often enough, haven’t I, love?” Gabe warned. “Once bratty Xandra gets started, she can be hard to contain. Don’t take her to any bars you don’t want to have to fight your way out of.”
“Really?” Conor said, and Gabe hated how intrigued he sounded.
“Do you want the ménage à quatre tonight, love?” Gabe stroked her chin, but she was clearly ignoring him. “Seriously? Xandra.”
Gabe took a deep breath and exhaled. “I really hate this part.”
“This part?” Conor asked, confusion on his face.
“Xandra!” Gabe shouted and slapped her face. “Stop this nonsense now!”
“Oww! That hurt!” She cried out and Gabe turned his face away. Conor knew he was thanking God in his head that she hadn’t fled inside her mind again. Only after regaining his composure did Gabe face her again, he smiled. “Just getting your attention, love. Conor wants to fuck your ass while you suck my cock.”
She smiled. “Since when do you ask? Aren’t you big, bad Doms that just take what you want?”
“We always need consent, love, or we go no farther and if you dive deep inside your head like you did a while ago.”
“Sorry. Sometimes I don’t want to feel emotions.”
“We want you to feel everything, mo chroí.” Conor slid his hands under her and lifted her to press her back against his chest with a firm grip on her breasts. He massaged them roughly. “That’s what makes BDSM or poly relationships extremely fulfilling. Sure, it can be a roller-coaster ride, kind of like your moods—”
“Hey!” She looked over her shoulder at him.
Conor smiled and started tweaking her nipples. “You get the gist of what I’m saying, though, right?”
“The only way to enjoy the highest of highs is to endure the lowest of lows?”
“Yes. So don’t run from what you’re feeling when you’re with us. Experience it, and if we need to talk about it, you stop the scene. You said your safeword is Red and that stops all play, yellow is your caution, signaling you’re uncomfortable and need to slow down long enough to talk about what is causing you anxiety.”
“I read in one of the books you loaned me that orange can be used to signal that I am closed to my limit, whether emotionally or physically, and slows play down long enough to catch my breath. Can we add that one?”
Conor kissed the back of her neck. “Whatever it takes for you to allow yourself to feel everything. I mean it; no more ditching out on us. Promise?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Alexandra stiffened, and he saw that she was watching Jonathon kiss Gabe. He squeezed her tits hard, and she dropped her head back. “Distraction, it’s a fabulous thing. Why don’t you see what happens when you give Gabe the best blowjob he’s ever had with that magical mouth of yours.”
She smiled and nodded. “Can you squeeze my tits one more time, though? The tenderness is gone, and…it feels so fucking good.”
Conor squeezed. “Like this?”
“Oh God, yes.” She closed her eyes, and Conor pressed her forward. He angled Gabe’s cock into her mouth. “That’s it, love. Suck my best mate’s cock.”
She moaned as he ran his hand up her thigh and then slid his hands through her moisture, dragging it to her asshole. He finger fucked her until she begged, “Please, Conor, fuck me!”
He filled her, deep and fast, stretching her more than she was prepared for and making her cry out over Gabe’s cock. Conor pushed her head down. “Take him; take him deep while Jonathon and I watch you.”
Her cheeks immediately colored in a rosy blush of embarrassment and Conor smiled. He was discovering while she liked watching, she could become overwhelmed emotionally in a blink of an eye, and that exhibitionism was almost edge play for her.
He closed his eyes, feeling the pleasure her tight ass was giving him. He reached under her and squeezed her tits as he thrust in and out of her. She started moaning, and Conor saw that Gabe had abandoned Jonathon’s mouth and was pulling and pushing her head, making her gag.
Conor smiled at Jonathon. “Come here. Bend over the bed and watch Alexandra suck Gabe’s dick, and when she’s through, I expect you to get him hard again.”
Jonathon bent over the bed, and Conor slid his hand over Jonathon’s ass, finding his puckered hole and pushing in deep with two fingers. He worked him hard and fast, knowing the rhythm Jonathon liked, while he fucked Alexandra’s ass.
Conor saw that Gabe’s head was tipped back, and Alexandra had a solid grip on his balls and held his cock deep in her throat, sucking and swallowing. He didn’t know where or how she’d learned that trick, but he knew none of them were worth much while caught in the jaws of her throat. Gabe hit the wall behind him and cursed as he jerked under Alexandra’s mouth.
Alexandra pulled back and started to wipe a dribble of cum from her chin, but Gabe demanded, “Stop. Leave it. Come here.”
Conor thrust one more time, hard and deep, before pulling her up by the hold he still had on one breast. He turned her over to Gabe.
Conor watched him lick the cum from her face and then pull her into a deep kiss as he settled her on his lap.
Conor switched from finger-fucking Jonathon to fucking his ass. Jonathon cried out, “Oh God, I’m so close; please don’t stop.”
Conor reached around him and jerked his solid shaft.
Jonathon reared up, coming, and Conor pulled him back against his chest as he followed, filling him. Conor cradled around him and lowered his mouth to Jonathon’s neck to kiss him softly.
Jonathon dropped his face. “I haven’t sucked Gabe hard yet.”
“He’s kind of busy.” Conor tipped Jonathon’s face up and nipped Jonathon’s bottom lip before claiming his mouth and kissing him deeply. “Sit in my lap; let me hold you.”
Jonathon pulled his face back and searched Conor’s eyes.
Conor patted his lap as he climbed onto the bed beside Gabe, and asked Jonathon again, “Join us; come here.”
Jonathon climbed onto the bed and crawled into Conor’s lap. Conor held Jonathon against him.
Alexandra met Conor’s gaze while she pressed her head against Gabe’s chest, asking, “Are you worried I’m going psycho?”
“No. I have a lot of worries, but you going insane isn’t one of them because you have three men to keep you sure-footed.”
Alexandra smiled. “I love you.”
Conor asked Gabe, “Can you believe this is our life?”
“Every day, mate. It took us all a lot of years to get here.”
“That it did,” Alexandra agreed.
“Unbelievably blessed.” Jonathon leaned away from Conor, and Alexandra met him halfway. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer.
They ended up in the center of the bed with Alexandra sprawled over Jonathon. She left a trail of kisses spaced by a trail of angry red bite marks over his chest.
Conor rolled onto his side to rub Alexandra’s back while Gabe moved to watch Alexandra kiss and bite Jonathon. Jonathon started writhing under her, crying out.
“She’s kind of terrifying, sometimes. Should we interrupt?” Gabe wondered.
“Nah, she hasn’t broken the skin yet. I’m fine watching the show.”
Alexandra faced Conor and smiled teasingly. She pushed him back and crawled over his legs. She covered his mouth with hers, kissing him, her teeth scraping his lip and tongue. It took her only a moment to leave his lips and travel south. She covered his chest—licking, kissing, and biting. She took an aggressive bite deep against his firm peck and shook her head, worrying his skin like a dog with a bone.
Holy fuck.
“Xandra.” He said her name warningly and glanced toward Gabe for an assist, but Gabe was covering Jonathon. Really?
Alexandra switched and bit his other pec just as hard, and he looked at her, seeing she’d been watching him. She started licking a trail down the center of his stomach.
She sat back and looked at him, then dropped down, biting a hard line down the wet track she’d just left on his stomach. At some of the bites, Conor flinched. “Now, love. You’re getting a bit carried away.”
She sat up again, smiling at the red line of bite marks.
She moved between his legs, but he quickly grabbed her and pulled her to him. “My turn to play.”
“But you’re hard. You like being bitten.” She giggled like she’d learned a secret and then smiled naughtily. “I want to suck you off.”
He pulled her off the bed and swatted her bare ass playfully.
“My turn to play. Shower. Now. Anyone interested in round two can meet us in the bathroom. Just give us a few solid minutes.” He turned and looked at her. She was facing him and backing toward the bathroom. He didn’t understand the gleam in her eyes, but he intended to fully investigate this bratty version of Xandra he’d yet to discover. “Maybe a half hour.”
“Don’t be rough!” Gabe called. “You two are too fucking dangerous in the shower. Things tend to turn really ugly, really quickly! And don’t forget there are already four of you in the shower.”
Alexandra grabbed the threshold as Conor tried to push her through the doorway, and she called out to Gabe, “Then I guess that’s why you’re here. Take charge of the game. Make it go good, Gabe. Be here for me now, like you were always there for me in the past. Back-to-back, we’re safer together.”
Conor met her gaze, remembering she’d said the same thing that very first crazy sex night. He hauled her up and threw her over his shoulder. “Isn’t this the same way the game began?”
She laughed and smacked his ass hard. “But no shower. That night was much messier, and once I had your beasts out, we were all animals. Can we—”
“No!” Conor and Gabe bellowed at the same time.
Alexandra slapped his bottom again and Conor set her back on her feet and turned on the water, chastising, “Stop! No rough play until those babies are born.”
Gabe and Jonathon came into the room, and Gabe threatened, “Xandra, if you keep it up, I will keep you bound for the next five months.”
“Oh-h, promises, promises,” Alexandra teased as Conor entered the shower. He caught her hand to pull her in, but she held her hand out to her other two men. “Shower with us. It’s good clean fun.”
The End…for now.
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