Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

“Fuck,” he growled. He threw the baton on the floor. He didn’t second guess her. He didn’t argue anymore. His huge cock pressed to her ass. His hands gripped her waist. She held Deacon’s gaze as Cole sliced into her with a thrust enough to knock the air from her lungs.

“Oh Cole.” The tears streamed down her face.

She rocked onto Deacon’s cock, feeling the soothing ecstasy fill her then she rose up, knowing the fire was coming.

Cole slammed into her. She was blinded with a white light of pain. She hissed.

She looked in Deacon’s eyes as he pushed into her.

She couldn’t help it. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t say it first.

Deacon’s hands cupped her face. “I love you, Abby.”

The tears splashed to his chest from her eyes. “Oh God, I love you too.”

Cole pumped inside her, holding her waist close to his body. There was no where for her to go but to feel the intensity. To live in the moment of their bodies forever knowing each other in this place. For him to be buried so deep in her ass she’d never forget what they shared. She cried as he kissed her neck.

“I love you so much, Abby. I love you, baby.”

“Cole, I love you,” she sobbed. “I love you.”

He lowered her back to Deacon, who thrust with a rock of his hips as they all began to surrender to the release searing under their skin. Abby knew it would control her. There was nothing she could do but let herself fall. To give in to their passion. To fully give her body to these two men. To let them catch her and hold her as she came deeper than she ever had.

“Your ass is mine, baby,” Cole yelped.

“Yes,” Abby answered. “Take it.”

Deacon leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. “I fucking love you.”

She let the orgasm radiate from inside her. Like a soothing light coating her from the inside out. It burned and seared, melting their bodies into one.

Deacon exploded inside her walls as Cole emptied his orgasm where no man had touched her. She jolted back and forth between them. Lost in their love. Lost in their bodies. Lost to pure happiness.

33

Abby

If every morning began that way, Abby knew her life would be full of love. Her heart was ready to burst. Cole wrapped a hand around her waist. Deacon had gone downstairs to bring up a pot of coffee. No one was in a rush to get to the office this morning.

“I don’t have words, Abby.” Cole brushed the hair on her cheek. “You amaze me.”

She wiggled closer to him. “It was so intense.” She looked in his eyes. “I’ve never felt so close to anyone.”

“Are you ok?” he asked. “I know I’m rough.”

“I feel like my skin is floa

ting around my body.” She giggled. “I’m perfect.”

“I’ll never forget this morning. I’ll never forget what you gave me.” He kissed her nose gently.

“Neither will I.”

Deacon pushed the door open and walked in with a tray of mugs and a pot of steaming coffee.

Abby sat up on the pile of pillows.

“Mmm. Coffee.”