Page 33 of It’s Kind of a Bunny Story (Hey There, Hop Stuff #3)

“You guys don’t get it. Just give me five more minutes and I’ll put it down!” My eyes darted back to the phone in my hand. “It’s a forced-proximity romance, and things are getting steamy…”

Linc’s thumbs hooked around the band of my booty shorts and slid them down. Without any warning, his tongue traced my slit.

“What are you reading that has you so wet, sugar?” Copeland’s hand curled around mine, turning the phone so he could see the screen. To my absolute horror, he began to read out loud.

“ Pick up your fork, Ari. The detective is going to get suspicious . Rez’s voice was liquid honey in my mind, each word an intimate stroke. His fingers flicked across my G-spot, and I saw stars.

I picked up my fork, each movement mechanical as I fought to control my facial expressions and my body’s response to the touch of my mates.

Giving Jack a smile, I put another bite of pasta in my mouth, this one much smaller.

The last thing I wanted was someone yanking me out of my chair to give me the Heimlich maneuver because I’d choked.

Zon’s finger slid inside me, and my soul tried to leave the chat. I wanted to cry. Maybe beg them to stop, or beg them for more.”

Fletcher’s hand slipped beneath my cami. “I had no idea you were into naughty books, Charlee.” His fingers brushed against my breast, causing my body to flush.

Linc’s lips pressed against my slick entrance, not moving, just letting the heat of his mouth drive me crazy.

Copeland leaned toward me, capturing my lips in a painfully delicious kiss. Pulling away, he tapped the screen and continued reading, although I was struggling to make sense of the words.

“ Focus on my voice , Zon ordered.

My body obeyed instantly.

Good girl. I grew wetter at Zon’s praise. His finger danced with Rez’s as they pumped and stroked…”

Copeland stopped reading as my back arched off the bed. Linc had chosen that moment to press his tongue inside me.

“Linc! We can’t! Not here!” I tried to pull my legs together.

He ignored me, prying my legs apart and opening me to him. Fletcher licked and kissed his way up my neck, while his thumb brushed my nipple.

Copeland cleared his throat and began to read again, his voice thick with desire.

“ You like that Jack is across the table and could catch on at any minute. Don’t you, baby?

My walls tightened around their fingers.

I felt that. Such a naughty girl, Zon growled in my mind.

What was wrong with me? I’d never taken risks like this before. If Jack caught us, I would be humiliated.

Would you? Or would you like it if I offered him a taste of your cream? Zon asked, voice rough.

My body trembled.

That’s what I thought. I glanced at Zon as he spoke in my mind, but he seemed to be ignoring me. He was relaxed, taking his time with the last of the food on his plate.

Taking a quick peek at Rez, I watched in disbelief as he talked to Jack about a burglary he’d seen on the news that morning.

Neither man gave away even a hint that they had their fingers buried inside me.

The risk and the naughtiness had lust tearing at my insides.

I fought to keep my breathing even, but the effort was making me lightheaded. I needed release.

When I tell you to, you’re going to come…”

“Copeland! Please stop!” I begged.

All three men paused what they were doing, and Fletcher pushed himself up onto his elbow to peer down at me. “Do you really want to stop, Charlee?”

I started to answer, but Linc cut me off, his voice muffled beneath the blanket. “And don’t lie. The taste of your desire is on my tongue and the scent of your need is heavy in the air.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want; we have to stop. A nurse could walk in any minute!” My heart pounded. “How would we explain what’s going on? ‘Oh, Fletcher’s checking the pulse in my neck, Copeland’s testing my reflexes, and Linc is doing mouth-to-muff resuscitation! Nothing to see here!’”

My mates lost it, howling with laughter.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny,” I huffed. “You guys don’t know how annoying it is to be interrupted in the middle of a book, and how frustrating it is to have three sexy mates at my disposal but having to resist.”

“Who says you have to resist?” Copeland purred, dropping his head and sucking my left nipple into his mouth through my silky shirt.

“Yeah, from what Copeland just read, I think you might like the idea that someone could walk in and see us worshiping your body.” Fletcher cupped my right breast and placed soft kisses along my jaw. “Does that excite you?”

“No,” I lied. “Well, I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve been in this situation before.”

Linc began to lap along my slit, each stroke of his tongue hard and slow. I opened my mouth to protest, but it turned to a gasp as he focused his attention on my clit and slipped a finger inside me. With the three men touching, teasing, and turning me on, I didn’t stand a chance.

When Linc’s finger disappeared, a pathetic whimper escaped my throat. His tongue quickly filled me. This time, it felt different. Was it possible for it to be longer and rougher? Who cared what was possible when it felt so incredible having it licking so deep inside me?

“Linc.” His name came out as a moan. Reaching beneath the blanket, I sank my fingers into his hair. “Don’t stop. Please.”

He pressed harder, adding friction and sending me over the edge.

My lips parted, but before I could make a sound, Fletcher caught my mouth and devoured my cry. The mattress shifted as Linc’s mouth disappeared from between my thighs.

“Is everything okay in here?”

I jerked in shock. Why hadn’t I heard the door open?

“We’re fine, but Charlee is feeling exhausted after having company today. She’d like to be left alone for the rest of the evening. We’re all staying, so if there is a problem, we’ll let you know.” Copeland’s voice was polite and professional.

His broad shoulders blocked her from seeing me, but I still didn’t understand how he could sound so unfazed while his fingers slipped between my thighs, stroking me toward a second climax before I’d even caught my breath from the first.

“You can also click the call button on the wall behind?—”

“Out,” Linc snapped, slightly harsher than necessary.

“Yes, sir!” The door shut with a soft click.

I peeked over Copeland’s shoulder, watching Linc stride across the floor and lock the door.

“Do you think she knew what you were doing to me?” How was I going to be able to look the nurse in the face the next time she checked on me?

“Stop panicking, sugar. I was by the window before the door opened,” Linc assured me. A sly grin slid across his face. “I heard her coming before you started coming.”

My face burned, and I dropped back on the pillow with a groan. “I’m just going to go back into a coma and stay there until she retires.”

“Oh no you’re not.” Fletcher rolled me toward him. “You told us you’re bored, and we’re here to entertain you.”

He ran his hand through my hair to the back of my head. Pulling me close, he captured my mouth.

Copeland’s lips brushed my neck, and his hand trailed down my back and over my hip. “Little rabbit, you need to trust us to protect you. The nurse didn’t see anything, so stop overthinking it.”

Linc leaned against the windowsill behind Fletcher. “If she’s able to think, you two aren’t doing your job.”

Fletcher pulled my leg over his hip as he licked his way down my throat. Copeland cradled my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple.

“Oh!” I gasped, my body responding to their every touch.

“That’s better,” Linc praised.

I glanced at him over Fletcher’s shoulder and licked my lips as I caught sight of the tent in his pants.

There was no denying the man was built to please.

Linc realized what I was looking at and, rather than shifting positions to hide it, he unbuttoned his jeans.

He let them slip down just enough to free his erection.

Linc’s eyes locked with mine. “Tell us what you want.”

I hesitated.

“You had no problem giving orders while you were waving a knife around in the burrow. Would it help if I got you another blade?” Copeland shifted his hips, pressing his hardened length against my butt.

Fletcher hissed as the move caused me to grind against him. “Tell us what you want.” His fingers tightened in my hair.

Channeling the confident woman I’d been on my mission, I met Linc’s challenging gaze. “I want to watch you stroke yourself while Fletcher fills me.”

Without taking his glowing eyes from mine, Linc gripped his cock and ran his hand slowly up its length, veins bulging… and I didn’t just mean in his arm.

“Fletcher,” I rasped his name, squirming against him. “Hurry!”

The rabbit shifter slid a hand between our bodies, unbuttoning his pants. His erection sprung free with the eager energy of the Easter Bunny on Easter morning.

Fletcher lined himself up with my entrance, guiding himself inside me one slow inch at a time. Blinking hard, I tried to uncross my eyes so I could watch Linc.

My blood flushed with heat, then chills, as pleasure and lust shot through my body. I reached behind me, fumbling with Copeland’s pants. Saying nothing about my clumsy attempts, Copeland shoved his jeans over his hips. I found the prize I was seeking.

Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroked, enjoying the feel of the silken steel against my skin. Copeland groaned, his hips jerking forward.

Fletcher rested his palm on my butt, tucking me against him as his hips found a steady rhythm. My hand kept pace as it moved along Copeland’s length. Linc matched us as he continued to stroke his cock. We were in perfect sync, and I loved it.

Our breathing grew ragged, and Fletcher’s fingers dug into my skin. “I can’t hold out much longer, love.”

“Then don’t,” I gasped.

That was all he needed to pick up the pace. He rocked faster, burying himself deeper with each thrust. The need for release grew heavy in my belly. When his hips shifted slightly and he stroked my G-spot just right, my orgasm exploded without warning.

I tried to scream his name, but no sound came out, and my eyes rolled so far, I thought I could see the back of my brain. My body clamped around Fletcher, milking him as pulses of pleasure traveled through me.

“Charlee.” Fletcher buried his face in my hair and groaned my name. “You feel so good, love.”

Lost in my explosive climax, I forgot I held Copeland’s erection in my tightly clenched hand, until he roared my name and I felt his release splash my skin.

Panting and greedy, I watched as Linc’s muscles strained and his cock jerked in his grip. He never broke eye contact as he joined us in riding the aftershocks of our orgasms. The man was completely unembarrassed as he let me soak in the sight of him.

I’d never felt so powerful or desired as I did in that moment, basking in the love of my mates.