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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Kenzie

I’m surprised at how quickly they all pivot their attention toward me.

Even as their desire intoxicates me, a nervous tremor weaves through my veins, a subtle fear that I might be reaching beyond what I can bear.

The very thought of them, all entwined with me in one rapturous moment, sends sparks of unbridled lust racing through my body.

I long to feel them, each of them, weaving themselves inside me at once, to be filled completely, claimed and dominated in a way that no single man can ever achieve.

Reggie is the first to bridge the distance between us, a roguish grin playing across his lips as he disrobes us both, unveiling every inch of my longing body.

His hungry lips meet mine without hesitation, and his strong hands roam eagerly over my newly exposed skin, igniting a shivering anticipation.

I sense the others drawing close behind me, delicate, gentle fingers trailing slowly down the curve of my spine, coaxing me to arch instinctively into their tender touch.

Another pair of hands finds my hips, pulling me back in a gentle, teasing retreat.

Breaking our kiss, Reggie’s dark eyes burn with raw desire as he leans close to murmur, “Are you ready for us, baby?”

His voice rumbles like a purr, and I can only nod, my words lost in the overwhelming passion of the moment.

A shudder of delight runs through me as a new set of lips grazes my neck, while teeth softly caress sensitive skin.

The contrast of rough stubble and velvety tongues exploring my flesh creates a heady mixture of sensations that overloads my senses, while firm hands continue to caress and squeeze, fanning the flames of desire deep within.

“Please,” I whimper softly, my plea hanging in the charged air, uncertain of what I am begging for even as I surrender to the ecstasy.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” a deep, reassuring voice rumbles in my ear, its warmth sending delicious shivers cascading down my spine.

The voice promises, “We’ll take good care of you,” as I feel strong, protective arms silencing any lingering doubt.

A solid chest press against my back reminds me that I am safe.

Reggie cradles my face gently with strong hands, tilting me upward to meet his intense, smoldering gaze. “Remember your safe word if it gets to be too much,” he gently reminds me, his concern softening the savage lust dancing in his eyes.

I nod, moved by his tenderness even amid our wild passion.

In one fluid, breathtaking movement, I am lifted off my feet as skilled, caring hands cradle me on all sides, guiding me with deliberate care onto the bed in my bedroom.

I find myself crawling onto the soft expanse of the bed, my knees sinking into the plush fabric as I am encircled by their sculpted, muscular forms.

“Start with me,” Reggie instructs, positioning himself just before me. I eagerly open myself to him, taking him into my mouth with a fervor that draws a low, appreciative groan from him.

Even as I focus on pleasuring him, I feel the shift in the atmosphere—hands spreading my thighs apart with tender insistence, slick fingers exploring my entrance in a deliberate caress, preparing me for the pleasures yet to come.

I moan around Reggie’s length as those skilled digits work me open, each touch sparking a cascade of exquisite sensations.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for us,” Reggie praises, his voice a husky blend of desire and admiration that sends a thrilling pulse through me, spurring me on to take him even deeper into my mouth.

The bed shifts unexpectedly as another presence claims its space behind me. Strong, capable hands grip my hips firmly, and I brace myself for the delicious pressure that follows as he pushes inside me, stretching me in a way that feels both tantalizing and profoundly satisfying.

A muffled cry of pleasure escapes me, my mouth still around Reggie’s cock.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” groans Ambrose behind me, his voice laced with awe as he establishes a steady, measured rhythm. Simultaneously, I feel the others touching me: their hands roaming every inch of my exposed flesh, stroking and caressing with a meticulous gentleness.

A pair of slender fingers slips teasingly between my thighs next, sending a shiver of electric delight through my body, momentarily making my ministrations on Reggie’s behalf falter.

“That’s it, baby,” Reggie moans again, his grip on my hair tightening ever so slightly as his words embolden me.

With renewed fervor, I recommit to my task, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can, every movement drenched in the heady pool of my arousal, a slick, shimmering testament pooled beneath me, saturating the sheets with evidence of my lust.

I cannot help but marvel at the overwhelming intensity of my desire, the longing to have all of them inside me at once.

Reggie then lifts me gently yet insistently, arranging my knees over his broad waist so that my most sensitive heat meets his rigid, commanding length. As we lock eyes, he enters me, the thrill of intimacy resonating in the silent communion of our gaze.

Ambrose’s hand drifts around my neck tenderly, while Braden positions himself behind me, aligning the tip of his throbbing desire with the inviting warmth of my most secret place.

“Are you sure you want this?” Braden asks, his voice carrying a daring blend of concern and raw excitement.

With parted lips and a trembling voice, I reply, “Yes, fuck me, both of you. Together.”

A cry of both pain and pleasure escapes me at the initial, sharp pang of pressure, but Ambrose’s gentle entreaty to relax, mixed with the deep moan of pleasure from Braden, soothes my fears as their combined thrusts and movements render me blissfully loopy under their spell.

My arms flop across Reggie’s neck as I surrender to wave after wave of orgasmic release.

“I, I…” I gasp, the confession that has long been buried bubbling forth. “I, I love you. I love all of you.”

In that instant, everything comes to a standstill and the room holds its breath.

“You love us?” Reggie asks softly, his eyes searching mine with a mix of wonder and resolve. “Yes,” I murmur, gathering the strength in my voice. “Yes, I love you guys. Truly, each of you, and all of you together. I want this. I want us, forever.”

From behind, Braden’s voice, rich and earnest, murmurs, “I love you, too, Kenzie,” as he wraps his arms securely around my waist and slips back inside me, drawing a fresh moan from deep within me.

Soon, Reggie starts moving as well, filling me completely from within, while I feel Braden swell, his passion peaking, until he finally releases, whispering murmurs of love into my ear.

Reggie doesn’t yield until he is completely spent, filling me with his cum and cradling me in an intimate, lingering grip.

Ambrose stands apart. His face is as pale as porcelain, his expression sad, as though he has seen a vision too stark to embrace.

The collective rapture falters as we notice he is no longer moving in harmony with us, his desire evaporating into a distance.

Without a word, Ambrose slips away.

Concern overtakes me, and I find myself pursuing him, trailing him into the quiet seclusion of the bathroom.

“Ambrose, what’s wrong?” I plead, my voice laden with worry.

His admission comes in a rush, a breathless confession as he tells me, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this…I don’t know...I don’t know if this is what I want. I’m not certain I can share you, that I can truly embrace a poly relationship. I’m not ready for that kind of commitment.”

The raw honesty in his words brings tears to my eyes, and soon I see them glisten in his as well, a visible testament to how deeply he cares.

“Then why not one more time, as a farewell? Just me and you,” I whisper, letting my hand fall gently on his arm as if to ground him in the intimacy of our shared bond.

“I love you, Ambrose. I wasn’t lying about that.”

Our first kiss is tentative, a slow, cautious meeting of lips that gradually blooms into a passionate hunger as our bodies grow more insistent with each passing second.

I fall to my knees before him, taking his thick length into my mouth, moving slowly back and forth in a sensuous rhythm.

His hand finds its way to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he feels the pleasure my eager ministrations evoke.

Lifting me into his arms, he carries me to the cool countertop of the bathroom, where he positions himself decisively between my legs.

With a rough yet measured intensity, he enters me, his movements slow, deep, setting a methodical rhythm that draws me into a shuddering climax.

My legs wrap around him instinctively, drawing him closer with each thrust as I surrender to the relentless, repeating waves of pleasure.

With one final set of deliberate pumps, Ambrose releases inside me, his body trembling in the wake of his own passion, before planting one final, lingering kiss on my lips and departing without a backward glance.

He dresses and escapes from our shared intimacy. I trail after him out of the bathroom, but he leaves the house entirely.

We watch him disappear, Braden, Reggie and I, the silence thick with unspoken questions and the aching uncertainty of what comes next.

“We want to be together, right?” I ask softly, and with a shared, solemn nod, they agree.

“Everything’s just going to feel so strange without him.” Reggie sighs.