Page 131 of Pucking Sweet

Lukas catches me, his arms going around my waist. “Look, Pop, I know I’m not the kind of guy you typically go for but—”

“Don’t.” I place my fingers over his lips, silencing his self-criticism. “Lukas, youarethe guy I go for. I’m standing right here.”

He shakes his head, suddenly nervous as he holds me. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with you.”

I grin up at him, smoothing my hands over his chest. “If all else fails, we’ll always have sex and sarcasm, yeah?”

He grins. “Sex and sarcasm? Really? Is that all I offer—”

“Just shut up and kiss me.” Tipping up on my toes, I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down to my lips, kissing him quiet.

Colton’s kisses are soul-searing and searching, like plunging into deep water. I feel moored to him, anchored and safe. Lukas’s kisses are the flashes of sunlight sparkling on a sun-kissed sea. There’s something wild in the way he kisses, something playful and free.

With a groan, he kisses down my neck, his fingers buried in my hair. Lips parted on a breath, I open my eyes to see Colton watching us. Intensity rolls off him. He’s not angry or jealous. God help me, he’s turned on. He watches us with hungry eyes.

Feeling daring, I hold out a hand to him. “I want you both. Now.”

Without hesitation, he steps in next to Lukas and unbuckles his belt, opening the top of his jeans. As Lukas teases my pulse point with his tongue, Colton takes my hand by the wrist, slipping it inside his pants. I moan low in my throat at the joint sensation of being kissed by Lukas as I wrap my hand around Colton’s hard cock. “Oh god.”

Lukas pulls away with a satisfied smile. “You ready to finish our three minutesin heaven?”

I blink, remembering why we even came in here. “I—”

“Wait.” Colton squeezes my wrist to stop me from stroking him. “She has to agree first.”

I glance between them. “Agree?”

“Say you’re ours,” he commands. “Call it secret, call it private, call it a fucking fever dream, I don’t care. But so long as Lukas and I are satisfying your every need, you don’t look at another man. You don’t touch another man. You’reours. Say it, Poppy.”

Holding Colton’s fierce gaze, I trail my free hand down Lukas’s chest until I’m palming his hard dick over his jeans. He groans, moving his hips against my pressure. “I’m yours,” I say with a smile. “And these aremine.”

Colton’s eyes flash with triumph.

I smooth my hands up and down their shafts together—Lukas through his jeans, Colton against his warm, silky skin. Nothing makes me feel more powerful than to feel them harden under my hands. “Olivia dared to look at you like she stood a chance. Does she?”

Colton’s fingers tangle in my hair as he brushes his lips against mine. “Who the fuck is Olivia?”

I smile, kissing him back.Good answer.

He leans away and Lukas grins, cupping my cheek. “You are so fucking ruthless, babe. You’re a wildcat.”

“I’m aqueen,” I counter, slipping my hand inside his jeans to wrap a needy hand around him too. “And this belongs to me.”

He nods, still grinning. “I mean, sure. He seems to like you.” I give him a little squeeze, making him gasp. “Fine—fuck—he’s yours. I’ll tattoo your name on him if you want.”

I soften my touch, stroking my thumb around his head, smearing his precum. “I don’t think that will be necessary.” Then I turn to Colton.

“It’s yours,” he says without hesitation or jest.

I smile. “Good.”

Power and control course through me. I’ve never felt this way during sex with anyone, like I could be in control, like it’sfunto be in control, like the man could willinglycedecontrol. Now I have two men putting me in the driver’s seat. It’s intoxicating. I chase thefeeling as I smile up at them, stroking them in tandem. “I know it’s been more than three minutes, but we have a game to finish. Are you both still in?”

“Fuck, yes,” Lukas grunts, moving his hips with the stroke of my hand.

“I’m in,” Colton says, jaw clenched tight.

Smiling, I glance between them. “Can I tell you what I want?”