Page 82 of The Billionaire's Bride

"Awful."

"What?" Baron frowns.

"What?" Edward growls. He drops his head down to peer into my face, "Are you okay? Did we hurt you? If we did—"

"Relax." I smirk. "I am good. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been better."

"Ah," Edward’s brow clears, "you little tease."

He wraps his fingers around my thick strands of hair and pulls. My scalp prickles. Goosebumps pop on my skin and I shiver.

"The only thing that can improve things is..." I turn and lock gazes with Baron, "If the two of you come inside me, right now."

"We don’t have to," Baron murmurs, even as his cock throbs inside my pussy.

"We could just jerk off…" Edward grimaces, "if you’re too sore."

I squeeze down with my inner muscles, and both men groan.

"Fuck," Baron swears.

"Bloody hell," Edward groans.

"Please," I bite the inside of my cheek, "I insist."

They look at each other, then another of those stupid, mysterious male glances passes between them.

Edward leans in. He kisses me as he starts to thrust into me, again and again. Sweat beads his brow, his jaw hardens, and his dick thickens inside of me as he grunts.

Under me, Baron pistons his hips up, thrusting inside me. Vibrations shiver up my spine and heat flushes my skin. I groan as they fall into an easy rhythm. Baron thrusts, Edward retreats. Edward lunges forward, Baron pulls back. In-out-in, their movements grow more frantic. I glance at Edward’s face. His amber eyes gleam and a nerve throbs at his temples.

"I am going to come, Ava." He plunges inside me, ramming into me with such force that a whine tumbles from my lips. I turn back, lock gazes with Baron. His blue irises glow, his jaw tics, and sweat glistens on his forehead. He pulls me down, kisses me as he thrusts up and into me. His dick thickens, and he hits a spot—or was that, Edward? It’s difficult to say when both of them are pounding into me, filling me, touching me so deeply inside that I know I’ll never feel this possessed again, this changed by another experience.

Baron groans, while behind me, Edward grunts. Then they come, simultaneously shooting their loads inside me.

Edward kisses my cheek, my neck, then straightens. He pulls out of me at the same time that Baron does. I glance down to find cum sliding down my inner thighs.

"Fuck, that’s hot," Edward murmurs. He throws himself down on the bed, and I ease down to lie between them. My arms and legs tingle. Then, as the adrenaline fades away, they feel weighted down. The sweat dries on my skin and I shiver. Baron pulls the cover over us. I turn over on my side and he spoons me. I snuggle into Edward and he slides his hand under my neck. My eyes close and I fall asleep. It’s the deepest, most dreamless sleep I’ve had in years. When I wake up, light creeps in from between the curtains. I glance around to find that I am alone in bed.

28

Ava

I slide out of bed and my core hurts. I head toward the bathroom and other parts of me protest. I step under the shower and the heat soothes away the ache in my tired muscles. I get out of the shower, brush my teeth, then head for the closet. The clothes that Archer brought me earlier are still in the suitcase he delivered to me. I pull out fresh underwear. Thank God, Isla had been able to get it for me. It would have been mortifying if it had been Archer who had to pack the bag; not that either of the men would have let him do that. Both of them are too possessive to tolerate that. No wonder Baron had agreed to my calling Isla. They must have realized it was the only way they could get fresh clothes over to me. I finish dressing in a skirt and a blouse, then pull a thick pullover on top, finishing off with a pair of thick socks, before walking down the steps.

I enter the kitchen to find Baron tapping away on his phone at the dining table. Edward’s at the stove, making breakfast. The scent of whatever he is cooking wafts over to me. My stomach grumbles. The toaster pops and he pulls out the bread and places it on a plate.

Baron glances up when I enter. His features brighten. He rises to his feet, walks over and kisses me on my cheek. Huh? No demanding kiss on the lips? When was the last time he did something this innocent?

"Eve," he rumbles, "did you sleep well?"

I can’t stop the blush that rises to my cheeks.

He peers into my face and his lips quirk, "So you did sleep well."

I nod.

"Good." He leads me to the table, pulls out a chair for me, then eases it back in after I am seated.