Page 37 of The Billionaires' Gamble

We don’t have to ask King twice. Their movements increase in speed and vigor, grinding me against Alex. And I’m no longer a passenger along for the ride. I fuck him, chasing the high that will shatter me.

Of course, he’s right there, hands on my hips, helping me stay synced. Back and forth, until I’m a long stream of pleas.

“Yes. Ohmygod, King!”

“That’s it, Wildfire. Take your pleasure. Come for us. Come all over us.”

“Oh fuck,” Gabe whisper-shouts. “Holy shit.”

I shatter, muscles clamping down, like if I can just get tight enough, this will go on forever. The orgasm crashes over me, through me, stronger than I’ve ever felt because I’m consumed. Trapped between the three of them, their hands all over me, their lips, their dirty words urging me higher and higher.

Beneath me, behind me, they chase their own release.

I hear their hoarse shouts, feel Alex and Gabe go impossibly harder inside me and then release. Hot jets of cum bathe my insides, and they collapse.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Gabe breathes.

“And all ours,” King agrees.

I’m sure he’s come by now. The energy in the room is far less frantic as we all float back to earth.

“She’s the best fucking girl,” Alex says, and I smile against his chest.

“Yeah. She is,” Gabe agrees.

I do that inner glow thing again, basking in the praise. We lay there for a moment longer, and then King and Gabe withdraw. I hear water running in the bathroom. Alex lifts me off him, settling me against his side. Someone presses a warm cloth between my thighs, gently cleaning me up.

When all that is done, they crowd into the bed.

“Anyone hungry?” King asks.

Alex and I grunt. How is he even cognisant enough to think about food? I’m still trying to reassemble all the pieces of myself that are floating around the room.

“I could eat,” Gabe says.

“Take out and TV?”

“Sounds good.” Gabe looks over at me. “What are you two hungry for?”

My stomach answers for me, a needy growl that has the three of them laughing. “Pizza and beer sounds good.”

“Pizza and beer?” Gabe parrots.

“What’s wrong with that?”

King’s up, sweatpants on, that gorgeous chest on full display. “Don’t come between her and a pizza, friend.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Princess. Just didn’t expect you to have sucheverymantastes.”

It’s kind of fun surprising him. “There are all kinds of things you don’t know about me.”

“I’m going to be a star pupil.”

Alex reaches over me to smack Gabe with a pillow. “Go get dressed.”

Gabe rolls out of bed, bounding off toward the closet. They’re so comfortable around each other, a little bossy, just one more thing I’ve missed out on. But that stops now.

“You’re good with pizza?” I confirm.