He kissed me, and the fire in my belly turned to lava. I could feel it rolling over me slowly, as his tongue slipped past my parted lips. It brought me that much closer to my own inner explosion, as his friend gripped my hips and drilled me deep.
Three, the little voice inside me laughed. You have three different boyfriends.
If anything would satisfy me, this was it. If anything in the world would keep me from moving and running and changing my life around, it would have to be something akin to my current situation.
Maybe Camden was right. Maybe I was made for this.
Ooohhhh…
Camden broke the kiss, and I focused on his hard, angular face as he pulled away. I envisioned him in his Army uniform. I could see him riding some armored vehicle through the deserts of Afghanistan, as Bryce had said.
“We know this because we know you,” Camden continued to whisper. The hand in my hair was against the side of my face now. “You’re the kind of woman we’re drawn to, Karissa. The kind who can take on anything, even the world.”
His thumb dipped into my mouth and I bit it gently. I held it there for a moment, as my eyes met his again.
“It’s why we’re doing this with you,” he murmured, his breath sweet, “despite the risks. Despite everything we went through before, and the pain of loss.”
Camden’s expression went soft. His eyes went deeper.
“It’s why we love you.”
Thirty-Nine
KARISSA
They were two words, attached to the end of a sentence. But they carried such momentous weight, I came almost instantly.
Love you.
The lower half of my body exploded, screwing down around Bryce’s thrusting cock. He gripped me tight, holding me through the brunt of it. Leaning the full weight of his magnificent body into mine, so as to give me every last inch of his throbbing, pulsing manhood.
They love you.
I wasn’t sure if it was something said in the heat of the moment, or if the words were heartfelt and real. They were certainly true as far as Camden was concerned. I could see it written all over his face.
Somehow I reached out and grabbed him, smashing his face back against mine. Kissing him savagely throughout the back half of my climax, my brain spinning, my heart trying its best to suck his very soul inside me.
Love.
It didn’t make any sense, but somehow it also did. These weren’t guys I’d just met. I’d known them for a year now. I’d worked for them, laughed with them. Shared meals and weekends with them. We’d labored alongside each other, growing close in ways that had never been possible in a more traditional romantic relationship. And they’d encouraged me. Praised me. Taken really good care of me, when I needed them the most.
And now…
Now they were sharing me, in the most loving way. Kissing me not just as a lover but as a woman, and even a mate. And as much as I didn’t like to admit it, my feelings for them were growing as well. Not just as a trio of hot boyfriends who’d be fun to pass the time with, but as three men I very much respected. Cared about.
And yes, maybe even—
“I need her.”
Camden’s words were tense, almost desperate. And he was looking at Bryce, not me.
“I need her now.”
The lover behind me reluctantly withdrew. The lover before me took his place. It occurred to me that this would be the routine now, as far as my sex life was concerned. If I were to reap the romantic benefits of having three gorgeous men at my fingertips, I was responsible for satisfying three separate sex drives. I wa
s more than just a girlfriend now. I was a girlfriend three times over.
You sure you can handle it?