Page 83 of Claiming Lily

I swallow as Gage adds another finger, continuing to prep me as I work my hips a little faster, finding my confidence. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I’ve never been more certain in my entire life. Bending over more, my tits smashing into Cole’s chest, I kiss him and swivel my body as Gage withdraws his fingers. Cole distracts me, biting my lip and sucking away the pain, lips moving to my ear to coach me through it.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well.”

I hum as Gage’s tip finds my tight hole.

“Breathe out,” Cole murmurs, lips brushing down my throat.

Exhaling, I force myself to relax as Gage gently pushes himself in, fighting the natural urge to tighten up. I pant as he goes deeper and deeper, until I’m so full I think I might break, until my walls clamp around Cole’s length and my entire body lights up with sensations. With both of them, everything is heightened. Each little pulse more electric.

“Good. That’s great, Lily.” He bites my neck. “Now breathe.”

I do as he asks.

“Look at how perfect our woman is,” he tells Gage. “Fucking both of us at the same time.”

“So fucking perfect,” Gage rasps, the pads of his fingers flexing against my hips as he moves slightly in and out, giving me time to adjust.

I start to move with him, finding his pace, rolling my hips and gasping as they both throb inside me. “Oh god,” I moan.

The two of them hum in agreement and begin to work together, finding a pace that sets my blood on fire and has me resting my forehead against Cole’s shoulder, simply breathing as they take control. I grasp at the sheets, overwhelming sensations crashing together. It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time.

Gage drives in a little harder, not enough to hurt me, but enough to make me forget air exists.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Cole moans. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Me either,” Gage says, voice strained like he’s already fighting himself.

Cole thrusts his hips up.

A cry rips past my lips, the sound somewhere between a plea and a praise, and I bite Cole’s shoulder to ground myself. He grunts but doesn’t complain, driving into me again. Gage follows. The two of them work faster, harder, taking me higher and higher and higher until I’m not sure if I’ll ever come back down. I press my lips to the spot I marked and bury my face in Cole’s neck, a filthy, husky moan rolling out of me as the wet, primal sounds of fucking fill the space around us.

The pressure builds fast. I barely have time to catch my breath, to properly prepare for release, before the orgasm slams into me. I scream, voice breaking, and come hard and fast. The guys follow me over the edge, the two of them moving in tandem until they both explode inside me. That sensation has my core spasming and my eyes flutter closed as I come again, my cries, sounds I can’t even describe, following their shouts of pleasure.

Eventually, we break apart, all of us groaning as they slide out, and falling onto the mattress. Gage excuses himself to clean up before quickly rejoining us. They sandwich me on the bed, a cocoon of pleasure and heat wrapping around me and lulling me to sleep.

I don’t think life can get any better.

Chapter Twenty-Four

LILY

I pull into the grocery store parking lot and reach for my purse, patting around for my phone. Shit. I left it on the kitchen counter after Hudson distracted me with a quickie. Well, it’s too late to go back for it now. A device free afternoon never hurt anyone.

The automatic doors whoosh open and I grab a cart, happiness buzzing around inside my chest. With Thanksgiving only four days away, the store is overly crowded. All around me phones beep with notifications and it almost sounds like bells that accompany the happy music playing through the store’s speakers. Normally grocery shopping is the bane of my existence, but today, I’m floating on cloud nine.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” someone whisper shouts into their phone.

“Where was it? Can you send it to me?” another lady says, speaking into her phone as she grabs a box of cereal.

It’s a fight not to roll my eyes, already knowing there must be some new rumor going around. Big Ridge and the way news travels through the gossip mill should be studied.

I take my time going up and down the aisles while I search for some treats for the guys, letting the sounds of other people’s hectic lives–phone calls, text notifications, the chirping of alerts–fade into the background. Nothing can burst this happy bubble around me.

I’m halfway through the produce section, debating between organic and regular apples, when someone clears their throat behind me. Loudly.