Page 35 of The Billionaires' Gamble

“Yes, please.”

Gabe glances at Alex. “How about you? Feel like making a Katie Bird sandwich with me?”

“Gabe!” I shove at him with my elbow, scandalized and on fire at the suggestion. He grins at me, then laughs.

Luckily, Alex is laughing too. Or at least, he gives that soft grunt/chuckle that lets me know he finds his best friend funny. I’m so scared we’re going to push him too far, too fast, and freak him out.

But this is the man who is comfortable being uncomfortable. I shouldn’t discount him. He’s in this with us. He stepped into that shower, into this room, into this bed. He’s here, and when I stare down into his handsome face and stroke his stubble-covered cheek, I get the feeling that he’s not going anywhere.

“I’m good,” Alex says, his gaze flicking over my shoulder to King. “As long as she’s got a death grip on my cock, I’m perfectly content.”

I snort a laugh. These guys. Such simple needs.

But they’re not wrong. Pretty much all I need is them touching me at all times.

“Excellent. You guys scoot down the bed a bit,” King instructs, but he vaults off the mattress and disappears into the bathroom.

I lose track of him as Alex slides down, and I have to chase his dick. Flat on his back now, I rock back and forth, hands braced on his chest. He cups my cheeks between his hands, staring at my lips with unfocused eyes. I’ll never get enough of moments like this. Where this strong, capable man is putty in my hands.

I circle my hips twice, feeling impossibly full. The strong wall of muscle lifts beneath my hands as he takes a deep, shuddering breath.

King returns, and Gabe kneels behind me. Something cool slips between my cheeks, and then he’s there, massaging it into my skin, dipping the tip of his finger inside me. I hold still, hold my breath. My nerves are alive, crackling, focusing on the intrusion.

I lose track of time as he prepares me. More lube. One finger. Two.

Below me, Alex is still, but not the kind of still where he’s fighting off an orgasm. Still like he can feel every touch from Gabe.

“That’s it, Wildfire. Let him in.” King pets my back, as if that’s going to make this go faster. Not that he’s rushing. He’s not. This is his pep talk.

“Ready, Princess?” Gabe pulls back, and a dozen heartbeats later, I feel the blunt tip of his cock at my ass. “Breathe out. That’s it. Now push back and let me in.”

Oh god.

He clamps a hand over my hip, holding me steady, but I want to move. I’m just not sure if I want to get away or slam my hips backward. Not that I can go anywhere. I’m fully impaled on Alex’s telephone pole.

“Oh—” I whimper. As if I wasn’t full enough.

Sweat teases the back of my neck and across my forehead.

Gabe reaches around, ghosting a finger over my clit. My muscles relax as if he commanded them to, and he buries himself in my ass. I breathe through it, not caring how noisy I am. They’re right there with me, Alex grunting, Gabe groaning.

“Fuck. She’s so tight. Sorry—I—” Gabe freezes for endless moments. He drops his forehead against my shoulder.

My heartbeat thuds in my ears. I’m so wet, so turned on. It wouldn’t take anything at all to get myself off, especially with his fingers poised at my clit. But I make myself wait. I’m not goingto start bumping and grinding when he’s clearly holding on by a thread.

“My turn,” King murmurs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him grab the bottle of lube.

The sheets rustle as King gets into position.

“You gonna let me have this ass?” he murmurs, and I can just imagine him giving Gabe’s ass a squeeze.

“Yes,” Gabe murmurs, withdrawing a bit. Then he groans, his head lifting as his hands tighten on me.

Alex watches everything with an intense curiosity. We’re really doing this. All of us together. No boundaries, just bliss.

“Are we crushing you?” I ask Alex. He shakes his head.