Mad Love (Slateview High 3)

A fire flared inside me. The same one that always burned for these boys, flickering like a pilot light in my lower belly, just waiting for the spark to reignite the flame. My hands clawed at Kace’s back as I moved against him, struggling against his hold on me so I could rise up on my tiptoes and kiss him. And as soon as he released me, I did just that, pressing my wet chest against his and devouring his mouth with greedy, hungry kisses.

He responded instantly, and I could feel him getting hard against me, his cock pressing into my stomach as his tongue slid against mine.

“Switch.”

The word was barely more than a low growl from beside me, and the next thing I knew, I was being spun in Kace’s arms. Before I could orient myself, Bishop’s lips crashed into mine, and a whole new sensation tore through my body.

Fuck, I’d missed kissing him. I’d missed kissing all of them. I’d missed everything about them.

It hadn’t even been a full week since I’d seen them last, when we’d spent the night at the warehouse, but it felt like it’d been eons. So much had happened since then that I felt desperate to reconnect with them, to reassure both myself and them that no matter what else happened, no matter what my father or Sebastian King said, one truth remained unalterable.

I. Was. Theirs.

Misael made a noise behind me, his hands tracing my body under the water, his touch demanding and possessive. Bishop deepened our kiss, scraping our teeth together as his tongue delved into my mouth again, then he pulled away. His lips were swollen, just like I was sure mine were, and his eyes had a predatory, wild look to them.

There was no one else in the world he would relinquish me to right now other than Misael or Kace. But as a testament to the strength of the bond the three boys shared, Bish was the one who turned me in the water, presenting me to his friend.

Misael cupped my face in his hands, and for a moment, he didn’t kiss me at all. He just stared at me, his gaze so full of emotion it made my chest ache sweetly. Then he pressed his lips against mine and drank me in.

The rest of the world faded away as Misael kissed my lips and Bishop and Kace explored my body. The sounds of our heavy breaths and low moans mingled with the gentle rhythm of pool water slapping against the edges of the pool, and I vaguely realized that I was no longer cold at all. The bodies pressing against me were warm and solid, and my own blood was rushing so fast that all my limbs tingled with energy.

This was what I wanted.

It was all I wanted.

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Forever.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, the sound swallowed up by Misael’s hot kisses. “I’m yours. I’m yours.”

I repeated it over and over like a promise. Like a prayer. And every time I said it, I could physically feel the reaction from my three boys.

Their touch grew rougher, more demanding, their hands sliding beneath the fabric of my bra and panties before Bishop unsnapped my bra and hurled the wet garment out of the pool with a growl.

My nipples hardened instantly in the water, and Kace’s hands were on them a second later, sending little shocks of pleasure through me as he squeezed and massaged the aching flesh. Bishop’s fingers delved beneath the waistband of my panties, and when his fingertips brushed my clit, I cried out into Misael’s mouth.

None of them took my sound as a signal to stop what they were doing. In fact, their movements became more urgent, more frantic as their breathing picked up. I could feel Bish’s cock against my ass, and I ground against it, making a groan rumble in his chest.

“I…” My mouth wasn’t working. My brain wasn’t working. My lips were swollen and tingly, and I could barely stop kissing Misael long enough to speak. “I… need you.”

For a moment, everything stopped. The boys gathered around me seemed to press even closer, encapsulating me between them until I could feel all three of their cocks pressing against me, separated from me only by their soaked clothes.

I could feel the tension in their bodies as they all seemed to privately war with themselves. And I knew why.

What we were doing was risky.

It was risky for them to even be here, for them to have stolen onto my family’s property and broken into the pool house.

But giving in to the raw need coursing between us right now was even more dangerous.

I knew if I were being rational, I would be fighting against this, not begging for it. But rationality flew out the window around the same time Bishop had pulled my bra off. I needed to feel my skin against theirs.

Everywhere.

Pressing a kiss to the corner of Misael’s mouth, I wedged my hand between us and stroked his length, even as my other hand found Kace’s cock and I ground my ass against Bishop’s hardness again.

“Please,” I whispered.