Page 36 of Too Sweet

“What is all this?”

I’m staring at a boat—one of ours, I think—but it’s practically unrecognizable under the mountains of jewel-toned pillows and blankets piled on every surface. The tables and chairs usually set up in the middle have been cleared. Every inch of the vessel has been transformed into a love nest.

“Pretty sure this is your wildest fantasy come to life,” Kylian quips.

I whip my head around and search his face. He cocks one eyebrow, then shifts his gaze to Decker.

“Are you serious right now?” Laughing, I turn to my husband. This whole setup can’t really mean what I think it means.

Decker has rules. Deckerloveshis stupid rules. Boat sex has always been a no-no (with the exception of one fantastic night where Kylian led me from guy to guy by my ponytail so I could suck them off).

My husband scowls at my apparent disbelief.

The other three? They look like they’re trying their hardest not to absolutely lose it.

I press my lips together and lift my hand to my mouth. I have to calm down. I can’t laugh. If Decker’s really going to go for this, I don’t want to spook him.

When I meet his hard gaze, all amusement evaporates like it’s been excised from my soul. His piercing glare is so hot, so irritated and intense, I shiver.

“Get on the boat before I change my mind, Josephine.”

That shuts me up real quick.

I climb aboard, not sure where to even step with the soft blankets covering every surface. Should I take my shoes off? What are the rules for Decker’s floating love nest?

A hard body sidles up behind me, the frame eclipsing mine and sending a jolt of anticipation from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Warm breath tickles my neck when the man behind me brings his lips to my ear.

“Strip and lie down, Mrs. Crusade. Let’s see if the reality of what I have planned for you lives up to your wildest fantasy.”

I’m surrounded. Overwhelmed. Overstimulated.Obsessed.

I’m lying—bare—in the middle of the pontoon, which has been anchored in the center of the lake.

The blankets beneath me are heated, their warmth combined with the heat radiating off my guys’ bodies providing all the climate control I need.

They’re touching me everywhere: their hands caressing my skin, their lips exploring every crevice. I feel warm all over, so wonderfully wanted, as they worship every inch of skin they can find.

Decker captures my mouth, feeding me his tongue as he grinds his erection into my core, hovering over my body to give the others easier access.

Kylian teases one nipple between his teeth as his fingertips trail up and down the hollow of my throat.

Nicky and K must have planned ahead, because they’re basically mirroring each other’s movements but on opposite sides of my body. Each man nips at one of my inner thighs, alternating turns as they torturously drag their tongues toward my center, then pulls back without actually touching me where I crave them most.

Panting, Decker breaks away from my mouth, resting his forehead on mine. “I could spend the rest of my life kissing you, Siren, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

My fingers scrape through the short hairs at his nape. I try to pull his lips back to mine, but he resists.

“What do you want?” he asks, his voice husky as his obsidian eyes search my face.

Kylian clamps down on my nipple and sucks hard. I arch my back instinctively when he releases me, practically floating as my torso brushes against Decker’s defined chest.

I’m breathless. Weightless. Drifting wherever the boat takes us. Succumbing to whatever pleasure my boys dole out.

Refocusing on my husband, I nip at his lips. “I want you to make me come,” I plead. Every inch of my skin is on fire. I’m so needy my cunt feels like it has its own heartbeat.

Gulping, Decker nods once. “Who do you want to make you come, Siren?”

Realization flashes through me like lightning.