Page 22 of Song Bird Hearts (Green River Hearts #4)

And then with Wolf holding my hips steady, Gilden’s mouth replaces his.

I moan, louder this time, as Wolf leans in and continues his own onslaught.

Two tongues worship me, side by side, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I think I’ve ever experienced.

Neither of them seems shy about being so close to another man, and while we hadn’t discussed it, it feels like they seem to enjoy the close proximity, their tongues touching as they stroke me.

“Holy fuck,” I choke out, my fists in both of their hair as I hold them against me. “I’m going to die.”

“We’ll bring you back,” Gilden promises, his voice full of wicked laughter against my skin.

They take turns, taking their time on me. One mouths my clit while the other licks at my entrance. They swap places, teasing each other, teasing me. My body is never left untouched, never left unwanting.

I come again, screaming and shaking.

Begging.

Just like Wolf said I would.

I collapse back against the tree, boneless and gasping, only held up by their arms. My thighs are still twitching from my release. The air is cool on my over sensitized skin, but I barely feel it. Especially when I’m floating, unraveling, my every nerve frayed raw by the mouths that had ruined me.

Wolf, still kneeling between my thighs, licks his lips up at me. Gilden, leaning against my hip, looks far too smug, his chin slick with the proof of my pleasure.

Again.

I don’t have words yet, only the dazed knowledge that Knox had run, but Gilden had stayed.

“Look at her,” Gilden murmurs, trailing a fingertip up my stomach. “Never seen someone come that hard without passin’ out. Damn, cher .’

I make a broken sound, half laugh, half moan.

“Y’ain’t done, are you, mon rossignol ?” he teases, biting lightly at my thigh. “Feels like you got another in you.”

“No,” I pant. “Yes. I. . . I don’t even know.”

Wolf leans over me, his hands stroking a line down my chest. His voice is velvet-wrapped gravel. “You’ll finish when I decide you’re done.”

That tone makes my whole body clench again, but when I try to straighten, Wolf doesn’t let me.

Instead, he stands smoothly and steps back, before pressing down on my shoulders.

Meeting his eyes, I slowly sink to my knees as he unbuttons his pants and kicks off his shoes.

Within a few seconds, he’s completely nude before me, his cock standing proud and at attention.

And it’s a really fucking good cock. He’s hard, flushed, a bead of precum glistening on the tip.

My mouth waters.

Gilden let’s out a low, appreciative whistle. “Hell, I thought you’d already gotten yours, le loup .”

Wolf smirks. “I was busy.” His eyes flick down to me and then back up at Gilden, contemplation in his eyes.

There’s something there, like he’s reading the both of us like a book, before his lips curl.

His hand strokes his cock once before wrapping around the base of it.

“Be a good girl, little star,” he says. “And share your meal with our guest.”

I freeze, my eyes going over to Gilden who looks anything but offended. Gilden raises his brow at Wolf and then meets my eyes. The slow smile on his lips gives me the answer I look for.

Gilden, my smooth talking Cajun, doesn’t conform to rules. Why would he do so now?

“On your knees,” Wolf commands, his voice thick with arousal. “Both of you.”

I slide into position first, still trembling but eager, my pupils blown wide as I watch Gilden’s movements. He follows with a hum of pleasure, settling beside me like he’s done it a hundred times.

Wolf’s hand curls tightly in my hair as I lean forward and flick my tongue over the head of his cock. He hisses through his teeth.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Your throat has waited for this. For me.”

My lips close around him, slow and sure, and then I’m sinking deeper, swallowing him as he gently strokes inside.

Beside me, Gilden chuckles low before leaning in, his tongue licking up the shaft where I haven’t reached yet. I jerk in surprise and pleasure, my pussy immediately leaking at the thought of what’s about to happen, of what could happen. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

Gilden’s hand brushes against mine, holding on, as we begin to work in rhythm, alternating just like they’d done with me.

Wolf doesn’t speak at first. He doesn’t have to. His low groans and his hand tightening in my hair—hell, the way his hips subtly roll forward—it all tells me what I want to know.

I take Wolf deeper, drool sliding from my lips, his taste flooding my tongue. When I pull back, gasping, Gilden leans in and takes my place, his lips wrapping around the head, moaning around him.

Wolf looks down at us both, his eyes telling me he’s pleased by what he sees. But it’s not enough. Not when we’ve been dancing around this for days.

“Enough,” Wolf growls, and pulls free with a groan. He grabs me under my arms and drags me up onto his lap, letting me straddle him while he takes a seat on the log. “Time for you to let me consume you completely, little star.”

Then he lines himself up and thrusts deep inside me. He sinks inside me with a groan that vibrates through his chest.

I cry out, my hands bracing against his shoulders, my body stretched open around the thick, unrelenting length of him. He fills me like he belongs there, like my body has waited for this.

“So tight,” he groans out, his eyes locked on mine. “So wet.”

I rock my hips once, experimentally, and his head drops back with a growl.

“Do that again,” he warns, “and I’ll ruin you right here.”

“That’s the idea,” I breath, before grinding down on him harder.

Wolf’s hands clench at my hips, guiding me into a rhythm that is anything but gentle. I rise and fall, over and over, until the sounds echoing around us are obscene. Slick, panting, broken gasps tangle with my moans and the slap of skin against skin.

Gilden kneels beside us, watching with dark eyes, one of his hands stroking down my spine like he can’t help himself.

“That’s a goddamn view,” he mutters, mesmerized.

I turn toward him, breathless, my body wound tight.

“You just gonna watch?” I croak.

“Not if you don’t want me to,” Gilden answers, already leaning in.

He kisses my shoulder first, then my collarbone, and when I don’t stop him, his mouth moves to my breast, licking, sucking, teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper.

Wolf watches it all, eyes half-lidded, teeth clenched.

“Touch her again,” he commands Gilden, his voice ragged. “And I want you kissing me next.”

I moan helplessly at the sound of that.

Gilden smirks and leans in, catching Wolf’s mouth in a kiss that starts teasing and turns hungry. I keep riding Wolf through it, the two men kissing underneath me, their bodies sliding against mine, making me feel like the center of the universe.

“I can’t—fuck, I’m close,” I gasp.

Wolf growls into Gilden’s mouth and breaks the kiss to lock eyes with me.

“Then come,” he orders, pulling me down harder. “Come all over my cock while he watches you fall apart.”

That does it. I shatter again, screaming his name, my thighs clenching as my whole body trembles with the orgasm slamming through me. My vision blurs as my nails leave angry red trails down Wolf’s chest. He doesn’t complain, holding me through it all.

I collapse forward, panting into his neck, my body vibrating with dangerous need. He holds me there for a long moment, still inside me, his hands stroking my hair. Then he lifts his head and looks at Gilden.

“Your turn,” he says.

Gilden’s pupils blow wide as he moves. “Of course.”

Wolf pulls out slowly, letting me slide from his lap with a shudder, before he gently guides me onto Gilden’s thighs where he lies down on the bed of pine needles.

He positions me, grabs Gilden’s cock to guide it to my entrance before pressing me down gently.

His lips kiss beneath my ear, before they trace the shell.

“Your turn to ride,” he whispers. “While I fuck him.”

I turn wide eyed to Wolf before looking down at Gilden. His lips are parted with ecstasy while he’s nestled between my thighs. At Wolf’s words, his face flushes.

“You sure?” I ask him, not wanting him to be uncomfortable.

He flashes one of his signature grins up at me. “ Cher, ” he says, his voice husky. “I’m ‘bout to have both of you. I’ve never been more sure of anythin’ in my life.”

I move then, sliding up and back down, letting his cock stretch me inch by inch. He’s thick, warm and perfect, the feeling of him making me gasp as he slides against what’s still slick and swollen from Wolf’s earlier claim.

“That’s it, cher ,” Gilden murmurs, his eyes locked on my face like I’m the only thing in the world worth seeing. “Fuckin’ take it.”

I roll my hips in one long, slow grind and watch him come undone, his head thrown back, his mouth parted in a moan.

Wolf kneels behind me, one hand on my hip, the other reaching between us to slick his hand with my juices.

I look back to see him slicking himself with what he covers his hand with.

His eyes meet mine, hunger there, for both of us.

He doesn’t look away as he presses me forward and lifts Gilden’s legs.

“Hold still,” he says, voice deep and commanding. “Let me in.”

Gilden tenses briefly, then exhales, his body relaxing under my hands as I caress his chest. I lean forward and kiss him, slow, grounding, and hungry. I’m increasingly aware of Wolf lining up behind us.

The first press makes Gilden flinch, a groan rumbling out of his chest.

“You okay?” I whisper, my lips brushing his.

“Yeah,” he rasps. “Just adjustin’.”

Wolf chuckles darkly, and I feel Gilden’s breath catch as Wolf pushes deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside him.

All three of us freeze.

Gilden curses under his breath, overwhelmed. I’m still impaled on him, my thighs shaking as I settle into the feeling of being between them.

Wolf growls low, both hands gripping Gilden’s hips. “You feel him? Us?”

I nod, dazed, as Wolf strokes out and back in, dragging a groan from Gilden’s lips. “Yes,” I rasp. “Every time you move, I feel it.”

“Good,” he growls just before he starts to thrust.

Wolf’s arms come around me, his hands caressing my skin before wrapping around my neck, entangling us all together in an intimate ball of pleasure.

We find a rhythm, slow at first, deep and synchronized.

Each time Wolf drives into Gilden, Gilden’s cock shifts inside me, rubbing against ever place that makes me see stars.

I claw at his chest, keening softly, completely wrecked.

Gilden whimpers into my neck when Wolf pushes me back down onto his chest.

“Y’all are gonna kill me,” he breaths. “Sweet mercy, I’ve never—fuck!”

I kiss Gilden hard to shut him up, because I’m close too, so close I can taste it.

Wolf’s hands move up my back, smoothing down my spine before sliding around to cup my breasts. He pinches my nipples, just enough to make me jolt.

“You coming again, little star?” he asks, voice rough against my hair. “You gonna fall apart on both of us?”

I nod helplessly. “Yes. . . please. . . don’t stop?—”

They don’t.

Wolf fucks harder, deeper, growling into my skin as he slams inside Gilden.

Gilden grips my hips like a lifeline, his moans spilling into my mouth.

I shatter before I’m even aware of the buildup.

My orgasm rips through me brutally, my body seizing, my mouth open in a silent scream, and it pulls both of them over the edge with me.

Gilden comes with a broken cry, buried deep inside me, shaking as his muscles start to twitch with his pleasure.

Wolf follows last, thrusting hard one final time, spilling into Gilden with a snarled breath, completely sweat-slick and shaking behind me.

The world stills. Our bodies are slumped together as I collapse onto Gilden’s chest and Wolf bends over us both, his arms wrapped around my waist like he can’t let me go. We breathe together, quiet, until our heartbeats seem to sync up and I can make sense of what just happened.

Gilden is the first to speak, his voice rough and still somehow smug.

“Next time,” he pants. “Y’all better warn me. I’d have brought water.”

I laugh, breathless and stunned. Wolf doesn’t say anything, but his grip tightens around my middle, his lips pressing to my shoulder in something almost like a kiss.

It still doesn’t make sense, but why does it have to?

Why does anything have to make sense at all?