Page 44 of Sold to the Silver Foxes (Forbidden Hearts #6)

“I seem to recall when you wore that short little dress on the plane and bent over in my face when you were innocently helping your sister with her wheelchair.”

My cheeks flush. I wasn’t sure he’d noticed that. “Don’t blame me. Blame the stewardess you kept eying.”

He laughs. “I wasn’t eying anyone, and you weren’t wearing panties.”

I wink. “Nice of you to notice.”

I squeal when he leaps on top of me, his weight on his elbows next to my head. “I couldn’t make my erection go away for twenty minutes. Why do you think I kept asking for hot blankets?”

I grin, wrapping my legs around him. “Aw. You were hard for me?”

“For you. Because of you.” There’s an evil glint in his eye. “Now, you owe me.”

“Make me learn my lesson.”

A throat growl barrels out of him before he kisses me like an animal, all biting and devouring. I reach for his shoulders, but before I know it, the other two pin my arms far apart on the bed. I whine, but they’re unrelenting. Sal’s hard, his cock laying against my wetness, not entering.

Another tease.

“Not sure I should give you what you want, doll.”

“Someone better.”

“Oh, you’re making demands now?” He bites my bottom lip, then licks it. “Naughty girls don’t make demands. Girls who don’t wear panties don’t make demands.”

“Bullshit, her whole body is a demand,” Dante murmurs.

I can’t help but giggle until Sal thrusts in, and I gasp. “Oh, fuck.”

He does. His hard cock feels so good, filling me full with every motion. It’s maddening that I can’t touch him, but he hits that good spot inside, and I anchor myself on him, riding him from underneath. Sal groans. “She’s too good at this. Even without her hands.”

“I’d like to test that theory.” Nico hooks his hands beneath me, pulling me out from under Sal until I’m on the other side of the bed. “Hands and knees, kitten.”

I take the position, and he lines up behind me, while Sal kneels in front of me. “I wasn’t done with you.” He slides himself into my mouth right when Nico enters me from behind. I taste myself on Sal. It’s like tug-of-war with naked bodies, back and forth, until I’m ready to explode.

But then Dante picks me up, cutting into the festivities. “That’s enough of that.” He drops me onto my stomach and parts my thighs before he licks me all the way from my clit to my ass. I shudder from the intensity, unable to form words.

Clearly, today is a ragdoll day.

Sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it’s nasty. Sometimes, they like to pose me like I’m their favorite toy. It’s only fair. They’re my favorite toys too.

Dante’s fingertip enters my ass, already lubed up, and he lays himself over my back, an arm barred across my chest. I squirm from the intrusion. “That’s it, naughty girl. You flashed your ass around that plane like it was up for grabs, but I’m here to tell you, your ass is mine.”

I don’t know why that makes my brain go melty, but it does. Once his finger is out of the way, his cock replaces it, pushing deeper and deeper until I’m shaking and he’s growling in my ear, triumphant. “Where’s my cock, baby?”

“It’s…it’s in my ass.”

“No. That’s my ass. Don’t you forget again.

” His motions crank up until he’s fucking my ass as hard as he ever fucks my pussy.

It’s almost painful and almost enough stimulation to make me come.

But then he rolls over, still buried in my ass, but now with me on top of him, my back to his chest, my legs splayed wide outside of his.

We’ve never done it this way. The balance is all off. I can’t do anything from here.

Dante proudly says, “Boys, do your worst.”

Nico is inside of my pussy in a flash, thumbing my clit, while Sal returns to my mouth. Spread out like this, I have no control. I feel weightless and so stuffed I might die.

I love it.

The first orgasm hits, but it brings friends, each one a shock wave I can’t escape. They wash blissful heat through me until I’m little more than a puddle and a few holes. I sob, scream, curse, and cry out around Sal’s cock, and he keeps at me, knowing I can take it.

And I do. Not just because I love it, but because I can tell they’re having the time of their lives.

Dante clutches my hips and warns, “Fuck, soon I’m gonna come up your ass, naughty girl. Do you want that?”

“Mm-hmm,” I purr around Sal’s cock.

“I’ll fill you up so everyone knows this ass is mine.”

God yes.

“I keep feeling you come on me, naughty girl.” Nico’s thumb slows on my clit, making me mewl.

“I should slow down, make you wait for it. But I’m gonna come in you instead.

My territory, right here.” He leans back, gives my clit a soft smack that makes me jolt.

I see sparks for a second, and another orgasm claims me.

The man never talks like that outside of the bedroom, and when someone so proper says something so dirty, it does things to me.

Combined with that little slap? I’m done.

Sal’s fingers tighten their grip in my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “And this mouth is mine. But you already knew that, didn’t you, doll?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He gags me for a second, and that lack of oxygen spins me into another orgasm. I’ve lost count, lost the part where they start and finish. There isn’t much of me left anymore. I’m just a pile of orgasming parts, coming apart at the seams.

Dante’s thrusts suddenly halt as he jerks beneath me in a cry of “Oh, fuck!” He comes deep inside my ass.

Next is Nico. He licks up my sternum before pumping into me hard once, twice, one more time.

His liquid heat triggers my own, and I’m choke-sobbing on Sal as I come again.

His grip tightens again, and he aims for the back of my throat, shooting there until every last drop is swallowed.

It’s official. I’m a mess.

Thankfully, I have three strong men to carry me to the extremely large shower. Our first night, Nico bathed me like a treasure. Now, the three of them wash me, soft washcloths, lingering tongues. Their love language is dirty, and I love it.

Once we’re dried off and on the bed, Sal reaches for something over the side. He glances nervously at his brothers, and both nod. “There was another reason we had to lie to you about where we were going today.”

“Oh?”

He quickly presents a small box, opens it, and produces a bright diamond ring. It glints in the low hotel lights, and all I can think to say is, “It’s bigger than my eye.”

Dante laughs. “Not quite.”

“I said that out loud?” I swallow against a dry throat.

“You did.” Nico smirks.

But Sal remains nervous, even as he slides it on my finger and says, “Marry us?”

I can’t take my eye off the diamond. How the hell did they even find one this big? I thought those things were fake.

Dante cuts into my reverie. “Is your silence a yes? We’re dying here.”

I blink up at them. “Yes, it’s a yes!”

Sal pounces for my mouth, followed by the other two. Is it wrong that I want to keep staring at my ring instead of kissing? Is this a spell or something?

But then I remember that I have something I need to tell them too. I’m not sure how I’ve managed the secret, especially here. In Paris, there’s breakfast wine and decaf coffee is frowned upon. Not to mention the raw milk cheeses and deli meats I’m avoiding.

“Um, guys. One thing. Do you three want kids? I mean aside from practically adopting Erin and Grandma Judy?”

Sal swallows and takes a beat. “We want as many kids as you want to give us.” The other two nod solemnly. Clearly, they’ve talked about this already.

“Good. How about now?”

Sal raises a brow. “How do you mean?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Dante beams, and Nico takes a surprised but happy laugh. Sal stares at me, his hand wandering to my stomach. “Are you serious?”

I swallow. “Yes.”

His smile starts small and grows, as if the weight of the words is hitting him one at a time. “I’m gonna…we’re gonna…”

“Be daddies,” I say with a smile.

“I love you so fucking much,” he murmurs as he kisses me.

“You’re not mad?” He’s the one I was the most worried about, being the eldest.

“Mad? I get a second chance at everything with the woman I love. How could I be mad?”

That was what I needed to hear. I kiss him, staring at my ring over his shoulder while the other two rub my legs and kiss my stomach.

Our baby won’t have normal, but neither did I, and things worked out. Our weird little family will love them to the moon and back, and there’s nothing in the world I’d trade this for.

The End

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