He licks across his lip slowly, then smiles as I gag on his cock, but don’t stop. I love knowing how much I can take of him. Love knowing that my mouth is so good he can’t resist thrusting deeper just to get more of my tongue.
Holden rubs over my thigh, then readjusts my legs so they’re over his shoulders. He’s so deep inside me, hitting every spot I need, stretching me around him. Gunner fucks my mouth as I play with his balls. He pants.
“You’re so fucking good, Sophie. So good.” He praises. “I love how you use your mouth.”
I bob up and down on his cock as Holden keeps fucking me. My moans are muffled by Gunner down my throat, but I want Holden to know how good it feels, how my body is already humming with the promise of an orgasm.
My eyes close as I savor it. Gunner filling my mouth while Holden fills my pussy. So good. So right. Holden licks across my nipple then sucks it hard. Gunner palms my other breast, and I gasp.
Gunner pants. “Don’t stop, sweets. I’m close. So fucking close.”
I suck him harder, using my tongue up and down his cock until he finishes. His come fills my mouth, and I drag my nails down his thigh. Holden pants and fucks me harder, letting go of whatever restraint he was holding onto.
I swallow and groan, but the sound is sticky in my throat. Gunner cups my head. “Such a good girl. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I almost scream.
“And you want Hold to come too, right?” At my nod, he continues. “Talk to him, sweets.”
“You feel so good.” I whimper. “So good!”
Holden pushes my legs further forward, hitting a spot that I’ve never felt before. My hips lift off the bed as my stomach tightens. I can feel it building inside me. My eyes close, and my neck bends back.
Gunner whispers to me. “You’re better than any erotica, Sophie. You’re so fucking gorgeous. Every beautiful inch of you.”
I grab the sheets, and Holden, trying to hold on, trying to hold out. Holden groans. “Fuck! Come, Sophie!”
I’m not ready. I want to enjoy this. Every second of Gunner talking to me while Holden fucks me hard and deep. Gunner grabs my ankles and holds them as Holden pounds into me. Gunner kisses me hard, his tongue slipping along mine while one of them rubs my clit.
It’s too much. So far past too much. I come so hard I can hear and feel myself squirt. Holden groans, and his rhythm changes, disjointed before he buries his cock deep in me, panting. “Fuck!”
Gunner moans softly and runs his nose along mine. “I love watching you, Sophie.”
Holden pushes my legs to the side and kisses up my hip, along my side, then up my neck before stealing my mouth from Gunner. “So perfect.”
I laugh softly. “You’re better than breakfast.”
But my stomach growls, and Holden jumps into action. He helps me clean up while Gunner goes through my clothes. He holds up a dress, and I shake my head. “The red one, please.”
“Yes, sweets.” He nods.
Holden rubs my side after tossing a towel in the corner. “Thank you, Sophie.”
“Feeling impatient after yesterday?”
“I’m always impatient for you.” He reaches down and rubs his leg.
I sit up and rub just above the prosthetic. “Everything okay? I don’t want you sore just because I’m eager to do a million and a half things.”
“It’s fine.” He reassures me. “No reason to worry.”
“But you would tell me if-”
He kisses me to shut me up, then takes a bra from Gunner. After looking at it, he tosses it. “You don’t need that.”
Gunner chuckles. “Be careful, Hold. She gets squirrely about her clothes.”
I stick my tongue out at him, and he arches an eyebrow. “Is that an invitation for more?”
“I know you’re as hungry as I am.” I pat his stomach.
I manage to get dressed and drag Holden’s jeans over his legs and Gunner’s shirt over his delicious body. Somehow, helping them get dressed while they slide my shoes on and make sure my knees and arms are okay is almost more intimate than sex.
My face is nearly as red as my dress as we head downstairs. Gunner pushes my hair behind my ear. “Red hair, red dress, shame your ass isn’t red too.”
I gape at him.
“She behaved; no reason to spank her.” Holden pipes up.
I stare at him, then laugh. I take both their hands. I like seeing these other sides to them. I like how determined they are to keep me safe and happy. I love what this trip is doing for us. And I ride that high all through breakfast until my phone rings.
Pulling it out of my pocket, I don’t even check the name as I answer it. “Hello, this is Sophia.”
“Sweets,” Gunner mouths at me.
I flip him off, then hear a throat clear. “Hello, just to be sure, this is Sophia Lane?”
I don’t recognize the voice. “Uh … yes. This is she. Who is this?”
“I’m Dr. Spence. Mr. Langford has you listed as his emergency contact.”
“Wait. My dad?” I stand up. “I just talked to him. What’s …”
“He’s been hospitalized. I think it’s best if you come and we talk about this in person. Are you available now?”
“I um … I’m actually out of the country, but I can leave today and be there tomorrow. Is … is he okay?”
“It’s a critical case, and we may need you to make some hard decisions.”
My hand shakes, and I’m doing everything I can to fight the tears that are burning my eyes. I close my eyes and try to take a steady breath, but it sounds a lot like a sob. “Please keep my dad safe.”
“We’re doing everything we can, Ms. Lane. The sooner you can get here, the better.”
He hangs up just like that, and I swallow. I know the guys can hear me. “We need to pack and leave like … now.”
“Sophia?” Roman asks.
“Dad is in the hospital.” That pulls another sob from my throat, but I head back to my room and start throwing things in my luggage. I don’t care if it fits if it’s dirty. If it’s clean. I just know I have to get home.
A hand reaches out and I turn to see Nick. “As soon as you’re ready, we’re gone.”