Page 41 of Bratva Jewels Box Set

“Keep tightening that tight little cunt, Zoe. Choke Tomas’s dick with it.”

His words spur Tomas on as Mateo’s thumb continues to push me toward another orgasm. Is that even possible? I think it is with these two. They might kill me with orgasms if they keep going like this.

“Fuck,” Tomas curses as he comes, and my own orgasm is pulled quickly from me as we both fall over the edge together. Mateo pulls his hand away from my aching clit. My entire body feels like Jell-O. Tomas takes a couple of moments before pulling himself out of me. He rolls over into Mateo’s lap, exhausted, his hand still holding onto the condom.

“Fuck me, that was …” Tomas groans unable to complete his sentence.

“Perfect. So, fucking perfect,” Mateo answers for him.

“Yes.” Tomas chuckles before jumping off the bed and heading into their bathroom to dispose of the condom.

Mateo takes the opportunity to pull me against his chest as he brushes my hair away from my face. “You were perfect,” he says, smiling down at me before leaning down and capturing mymouth with his, giving me the softest of kisses. “Hmm, I like tasting myself on your lips,” he says, which makes me blush.

Tomas joins us back on the bed and curls into my other side, kissing my bare shoulder. “Thank you.”

Why is he thanking me?

“I should be thanking you both—that was fantastic. Best sex of my life.”

“The night is still young, Zoe. I mean, we only gave you two orgasms tonight. I have a reputation to uphold. I will not rest until I have given you at least four, maybe five.”

What? Four or five orgasms. No way. I don’t think I can.

Tomas’s hand dips between my legs. “Are you sore?” he asks.

I shake my head because I’m not.

“Good, because we have all night to feast on you. And we are both still ravenous.”

I’m not sure I’m going to survive the night.

14

ZOE

Istretch out in the bed, my body stiff and sore as I wake up from the most delicious dreams I have ever had. Looking around the room, I soon realize I’m not in my own bed, but I am alone. Then the imagery of last night flashes through my mind. I can’t believe that happened. Then guilt hits me, and my stomach turns. Will they be upset with me this morning over what happened last night? Have I ruined their relationship? Was it one night of fun? What happens if I want to do it again?

I jump out of bed and grab my robe that is back from the garden and hanging up for me. My heart flutters in my chest at that gesture.

Slowly, I creep out of the bedroom and look down the hall to see if I’m truly alone. I don’t want the boys to see my internal freak out I’m having, not until I have it under control. As I sneak down the hallway, I pop my head around the corner into the living room to see if they are there, but it’s empty. The kitchen is as well, maybe they are in the pool. That’s good, I can make it to my room without running into them yet.

I hastily walk past the main foyer and head toward the corridor leading to my room.

“Good morning.” Mateo’s deep voice surprises me.

I scream, clutching my chest. “You scared me!”

He has a smirk on his face. “You’re rushing back to your room because you’re freaking out over what happened last night, aren’t you?”

Busted

“No.”

Deny, deny, deny.

He crosses his large arms over his chest, his bulging biceps flexing as those chocolate eyes narrow on me.

“Fine, yes, I was hiding from you both. I mean, look at me, I’m doing the walk of shame.” I wave my hands around dramatically.