The Satin Sash

Gasping sobs tore out of her as he pushed and retreated. She saw in his face, in his constrained expression slowly disintegrating into pleasure, that he could feel the spasms in her pussy already starting to ripple around his cock. His slanted eyebrows cast shadows over his eyes, but they glowed like lightbulbs on his face.

He fought against her hot grip, his thrusts becoming erratic, his fine white teeth bared to her as he threw back his head in abandon. Her thumbs and index fingers went for his nipples. She tugged the beads tight, imitating what he did to hers, and the caresses made his body jerk with pleasure.

“Heath,” Grey gritted. “Come now.”

Clutching at his hair, she let out a mute cry as Grey’s great body bucked in orgasm. Heath tensed, then jerked, head twisting as he began to convulse, coming with Grey. Her vision blurred, heat piercing through her as Heath filled her and her orgasm hit. Heath roared, charging for one breast, sucking fiercely as his hips pistoned against hers.

He grabbed her ass, pulling her to him as he hammered her with harsh, animalistic strokes meant to catapult her into her earth-shattering climax. And as she came, he came and came and came in her. Every muscle—even those in his face—tensed and contracted and then burst loose as he drilled her pussy with his cum.

And when he was finished, her body wrapped around him as the aftershocks shook her, he held her tight.

Gently, he kissed her mouth. A third mouth joined, and both men were kissing her. Their tastes combined as she opened wide, their three tongues curling and tangling hungrily, creating an ambrosia of flavors that overwhelmed her senses and flooded her heart.

Truly, she’d suffer through the past three days all over again, if she had to, just to get to this heaven.

Minutes later, they were settled on the king-sized bed, transfixed by the sight of the ceiling. More minutes passed while all they did was breathe. Outside, the afternoon traffic was getting noisy, while inside, Toni lay docile and pliant between the two naked men while Grey absently stroked her hand on her bare stomach, his expression lost in thought.

“We n

eed a bigger place.Two bathrooms.”

A smile came automatically to her lips. “Grey,” she chided, a playful scowl on her features.

“I’m serious.We should move to my penthouse. If you manage to clutter it like this place, we’ll feel right at home. I can’t fucking live here with Heathcliff. He’s breathing my air.”

“You’re breathing mine, Richards.”

“There’s plenty for us both at my penthouse,” Grey assured.

“All right. Fine! Penthouse it is,” Toni burst, pushing herself upright.

Shifting to his side, Grey directed his solemn gaze at Heath. “We want you here.We can hire someone to do what Parsons can’t, which is plenty.”

“I love my land, Grey. I like scouring it.”

“You can scour it, but your ass will be right here where Toni wants it. Isn’t that right, princess?”

She nodded. “That’s right, Sir Richards.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Cat,” Heath said, lifting an arm to caress her jawline with one hand. “If there’s land to see, I can do that in a day. Or we can do it together during the weekends. I’ll supervise on and off during that time.”

Remembering how Grey trusted Heath’s instinct above anything, she smilingly asked, “What does your gut tell you?”

Lifting himself up on one arm and bringing his chest tangibly close to her breasts, he smiled a lazy, full-of-it smile. His lips stretched even more as he whisked them across hers. “It tells me I’m home, kitten.”

Moved by his admission, she stroked his whiskers with the tips of three fingers, and suddenly Grey caught her hand with his. “You’re wearing it.”

After registering the awe and pleasure in his words, Toni knew exactly what he was referring to. “Yes.” She grinned at him. “I thought whatever happened, I wanted my gray diamond.”

He was up in an instant, taking her shoulders in his hands and drawing her close to him. Their mouths locked swiftly as they sought each other’s heat, taste, essence. “It’s yours.” His voice was a throaty rasp.“In my heart, you’re my wife. If you want papers, we’ll draw papers.”

“I don’t need papers.” As she held her hand up to ogle, sunlight played across the mysterious gray stone, making it sparkle on her fingers. “But I’ll keep the ring, thank you!”

“I’ve got something for you, too.”

Both she and Grey turned to Heath in surprise. He had stalked out and was scouring his clothes out in the living room, and when at last he returned, he looked decidedly uncomfortable. First he stood by the door uncertainly; then it seemed to take an effort to approach.

He held his fist out to her and grudgingly uncurled his fingers. “It’s black. It’s not as expensive as Grey’s, but I thought you might like to wear his on your left, and mine on your right.”