Page 36 of The Billionaires' Gamble

I want to kiss him, but I don’t dare move. Gabe needs me exactly like this, sprawled across Alex, thighs wide, taking everything they have to give me.

“That’s it. Relax for me,” King murmurs.

They’re so damn good together. Two adventure-loving souls, eager for whatever comes next, happily saying yes.

Gabe moans.

“Good man. That’s it. It’s gonna feel so good, I promise.”

Oh god. The naughty words ratchet up my need. Gabe presses in closer, his cock as deep as he can go.

Alex curses beneath his breath, and his hands tighten on my thighs.

“You okay?”

He nods and grunts, eyes closing as sensations pummel him. “Tight.”

“No kidding.”

His eyelids snap open, and he takes in my expression with a single glance. “You’re good? If it’s too much, you say stop, and this stops.”

“Agreed. Wildfire, just say the word and we’re out.”

“What about me?” Gabe teases, his voice a thick grump.

“You too. Now hold still and let me in.”

I collapse onto Alex’s chest, officially a Katie Bird—and now Gabe—sandwich. All I can do is hold on tight.

When he’s all the way in, we all take a breath together. I’m plastered between Alex and Gabe, so cozy, spread wide. My hips ache, my knees hurt, my clit is screaming for stimulation, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Because this is the closest I’ve ever felt to anyone.

“Everyone okay?” King asks.

“Mhmm,” is all I can get out.

“So fucking tight,” Alex says.

“That,” Gabe agrees.

“Move with me,” King says, but I swear he purrs the word, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Like if caramel could morph into a sound and roll off a tongue.

Gabe pulls his hips back, taking some of his weight off of me. Cool air caresses my skin, and I miss feeling him against my skin, pelvis pressed tight to my ass. But I don’t get long to miss him before he’s back.

Alex grunts, feeling every inch of Gabe filling my ass. He and King find a rhythm that lights up my nerve endings and makes my pussy flutter around Alex’s cock.

My stoic protector is all straining muscles, fingers flexing, as he stares up at the ceiling. His breathing is quick and metronome consistent.

Every powerful thrust from the men behind me slides me up Alex’s dick, and I shove back down, taking him deep. The pressure teases my clit with promises of what could be. A whimper tears from my lips, and my brain sizzles, so ready for the orgasm to claim me. To wash away all the almosts and celebrate the oh-fuck-yes.

“You okay, Wildfire?”

“Harder.”

“Gabe,” King says, checking in.

“Fuck me.”

I moan my agreement. That’s exactly what I need. While Alex was right earlier and I did need his tenderness, right now I need hard and fast, the kind of passion that will burn itself into my memory and keep me warm when I’m old and gray.