Over the Edge: The Bridge Series: Book Three

by Meredith Wild

  Her hands were on my chest. She was trembling, from desire or fear, or maybe both. She’d be trembling soon from another sensation altogether.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  I closed my eyes against the warmth that slid over my skin. Something about those two words threatened to turn me inside out. Her trust. In me. In us.

  Chapter Sixteen

  OLIVIA

  Anticipation was alive on my skin. I wanted to be consumed. As Will backed away, I worried I’d disintegrate into a pile of lust on the floor. Judging by the severe erection that strained against his pants, he possessed far more willpower than I did.

  Ian was naked and proud before me. He tossed a condom and a small bottle of liquid on the bed. Wasting no time, he released my breasts from the black lace bra I wore. Cupping them, he bent to bring each one into his mouth. I sighed and arched into the singular pleasure of his tongue tugging and teasing each sensitive point. When I thought I’d burst from the frustration of wanting more, he pushed me down onto the bed. He nearly tore my panties in his haste to remove them.

  He climbed over me, and I felt all his strength as he moved me up the enormous bed. He kissed me hard for a few seconds before breaking away. The animal hunger in his eyes mingled with a flash of concern.

  “How do you feel?”

  I inhaled an unsteady breath. “Overwhelmed. More aroused than maybe I’ve ever been in my whole life.”

  “Good. Now just relax.”

  Nudging my legs wide around his hips, he trailed his finger between my thighs and through my wet folds. I arched into him. He stopped to put pressure on my anus.

  “I’m going to take you here.”

  I swallowed over my anticipation. I’d never given that part of myself to a man. I nodded. “It’s okay. I’m ready.” Ready or not, I was willing to give him free rein over my body.

  He turned me to my side and spooned behind me. The small pressure of his fingertip transformed when cool liquid eased his entry. The sensation wasn’t painful. The only discomfort was the forbidden way it made me feel. I tried not to think about it and focused instead on the pleasure that was promised.

  Ian trailed heat along my neck with his mouth, sucking and nibbling as he massaged my opening. Gradually, he stretched my tight ring of muscle to accommodate more fingers. I gasped, tensing and then accepting his ministrations.

  With the slightest sign of discomfort, he whispered passionate adorations and kissed that magic spot just below my ear that made my whole body surrender. When he stopped to roll on a condom, anticipation lit up under my skin. But by the time he pressed the soft tip of his cock to my opening, I knew I was ready for him.

  His entry was marked with a slow burn that morphed into pleasant friction. His movements were painstaking, his caresses undeniably tender.

  “Oh, God,” I gasped when he claimed me deeper.

  “You okay?”

  I nodded. “Feels so much better than I thought it would.”

  He grabbed my hip and pushed us tighter with a groan. “Thank fuck. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you, baby, but I don’t know how I’d be able to stop right now.”

  Heat rushed to my cheeks. My whole body was on fire from the intensity of the sensation. Yet it wasn’t only physical. My heart was definitely involved, seeing how it raced and swelled. Ian was inside me, all around me, loving me, making me his in a way I’d never experienced.

  Sharing this intimate moment with him extended beyond the pleasure and the pain, because we’d never be here if I didn’t love him the way I did. And knowing Will was moments from taking me… My heart could barely stand it. The anticipation, the intensity, the trust…

  “Take all of me, Liv. Please, baby.” Ian’s gravelly voice slid over me with a shiver, pushing me deeper into my emotions.

  I pushed back against him, taking him into me on the next stroke. He went deeper, stretching me even more. I whimpered, because every small thrust added to the pressure in my pussy, like a pleasure point that was just out of reach. Suddenly I ached there too.

  Will was naked when he climbed onto the bed. His thick cock was fully erect and already protected by a condom. The thought of him inside me right now made me heady with desire. I craved the sensation, even as I worried it might be too much. Then Will’s words echoed in my ears.

  You’ll have to get used to too much…

  “How does Ian’s cock feel inside you?”

  “So good,” I breathed. “I want more. I want you, Will.”

  Every muscle in his body grew tense, and a growl rumbled from his chest.

  “Roll on top of Ian. Let me see your beautiful cunt, princess.”

  I didn’t have to make an effort. Ian shifted so he was on his back and I lay against his powerful chest. His legs were wide, my thighs hooked over his and spread farther.

  Will took the space between them, slipping a finger deep into my pussy.

  “Ah.” I shuddered when he grazed the place inside me that felt electric and incredibly sensitive. I tightened, registering the fullness in my ass, unable to comprehend how tight I’d be with Will inside me too.

  “I’m going to try like hell to go slow. You have to tell me if it’s too much.”

  His finger slipped from me. A second later, he lined his cock up and pushed the head of his cock to my pussy. As much as I wanted this, I worried that I couldn’t accommodate them both.

  Ian’s voice hummed like velvet against my ear. “We’re going to make you feel so good, baby.”

  I closed my eyes with a sigh, and Will took that moment to push into me completely.

  I sucked in a sharp breath. My eyelids flew open as he forced into my tight channel.

  The undercurrent of promised pleasure was so strong, my brain cells seemed to scatter almost instantly. The next stroke was less cautious, more sure now that he’d stake his claim.

  “Fuck,” I breathed the curse as I licked over my dry lips.

  “You good?” His voice was tight with strain.

  “Don’t stop. Please…”

  I braced myself against Will’s chest and down his abs, which tightened when he shoved into me again.

  The only thing that existed was the place where we joined. Ian’s strokes began to match Will’s rhythm. There was no slow climb, no tease of promised release. I was at the edge instantly, breathless and clawing at Will’s hips as he slammed us together over and over.

  “I need to come,” I begged.

  “Not yet, princess. Don’t you dare,” Will said.

  “Please, it’s so intense.” No amount of willpower could keep the pleasure from tearing through me, I was certain.

  Before I had a chance to give in to the intense pressure, Will stalled his movements and held me with a steady gaze. “Breathe, Olivia.”

  Sobered by his firm order, I obeyed, inhaling a breath that I hoped might stave off the fierce need to orgasm long enough to satisfy him. But the need lingered, coiling around me like the best kind of vise. “It’s like I can feel everything. My whole body wants to come.”

  He hushed me softly, caressing a reassuring touch up and down my thigh, all the while nestled deep and still inside my pussy. “The second you come, your body’s not going to want both of us in there. I don’t want to hurt you. I want this to be good for you.”

  My lust-addled brain struggled to wrap my head around his words. I trusted him with my pleasure. So as he began to thrust again, slow strokes that gradually gained in speed and strength, I breathed through the nearly overwhelming urge to let go.

  Beneath me, Ian was tense and barely moved. His touches went from calming caresses to desperate grasps.

  “Will,” he grunted through clenched teeth. “Now.”

  Will pounded fiercely, sweat on his brow, his gaze riveted to mine. His jaw clenched. His skin was tight over his flexing muscles. “Come, Olivia. Come now.”

  My head fell back against Ian’s shoulder. All I could do was feel. Ian’s rough touch, holding me tightly
to him, anchoring my hips against their punishing drives. My body, overfull and overstimulated in every possible pleasurable way. Then, a third counterpoint arrived with Ian’s fingers hard against my clit, adding firm circles of pressure.

  When I closed my eyes, I could almost see the orgasm tearing from me—color and electricity and heat, taking me over the edge. My jaw fell open with a soundless cry. I could barely breathe, let alone form words or the vowel sounds that were clawing out with my release.

  Nothing existed before this moment. Nothing mattered after. All the world revolved around the unimaginable pleasure that rocketed through me and sizzled down every limb. I seized hard, a jagged cry finally escaping from my lips.

  “Liv. Fuck. Fuck!” Ian thickened and flinched inside me, punctuating his release with a long groan.

  Will’s grip on me tightened seconds before he let go too, mouth agape, my name on his lips. He tunneled deep, setting off another wave of pleasure and shattering the last of me.

  Our cries mingled, echoing off the walls of this room that was now ours, to house our dreams and our passion.

  Seconds ticked by in a blur as my two lovers moved and shifted me so I lay on the cool, clean sheets in the center of the bed. I flinched and trembled, the aftershocks of my release ricocheting through me like a dozen flashes of remembered rapture. I whimpered through them, they were so intense.

  Then the tears came, an unexpected torrent of emotion spilling down my cheeks.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?” Ian folded his arms around me. “We’re right here. Shh.”

  But I couldn’t talk, couldn’t explain. I was living in the wake of a storm so intense I didn’t have words for it. I reached for Will, and he curled closer. His heartbeat, Ian’s soft murmurs, and their soothing touches gentled me and brought me back down to a place where I could breathe again.

  “Did we hurt you?” The concern in Will’s words pulled me out of it a little more, enough to find my voice.

  “No, I’m fine. I’m sorry.” The sound was weak and watery. “I’ve just never felt this way before. It was all too much for a minute, like a dam broke or something.”

  Will kissed me softly. “That’s okay. I just wanted it to be good for you.”

  I sighed and tangled our fingers together. “So good. So fucking good.”

  He chuckled softly, leaving me only after Ian went to the bathroom and returned with a warm cloth. Ian cleaned me, an intimate act that I was grateful for, because I wasn’t certain I could walk after what we’d done. That, and I was drifting off to sleep seconds later, cocooned between their warmth, wrapped safely in their love.

  IAN

  I stared up at the ceiling as the day dawned. Sunlight streamed into the room through the yet uncovered windows. Everything was new, perfect. A fresh start for all of us.

  Last night had been everything we’d planned and hoped for. Liv was with us, and for the first time ever, I couldn’t wait to start this journey with a woman. Making the commitment to share her with Will had taken a minute to get used to, but I’m not sure I would have taken the leap without him. The depth of our love for her seemed to fuel the fire, reinforcing feelings that we weren’t used to facing, forcing us to put her needs before ours.

  She rustled beside me. She reached out to the emptiness beside her, laying her palm flat where Will had once slept. Concern washed over her sleepy features.

  “Where’s Will?”

  I brought myself up on my elbow and stared down at her, in awe as always of her flawless beauty. “He had a meeting downtown this morning. He’ll be back here tonight. He was hoping we could start moving your things over today.”

  She lifted her eyebrows. “Already?”

  “I don’t think he wants to give you any time to change your mind.”

  She smiled warmly. “I haven’t. How could I? I feel like a queen here. You’re spoiling me rotten, I hope you know.”

  I leaned down to brush my lips against hers. “We want to spoil you. The closer you are, the more we can.”

  When I’d spoken to Will this morning, I’d momentarily questioned his rush to get her fully moved in so soon, until now. Now I realized that I needed her in our bed as fiercely as he did, always within reach. Her recent absence had been unsettling, bordering on painful. I didn’t want to go through that again. The closer we kept her, hopefully the closer she’d stay.

  She stretched, showcasing her delicious body, glowing and warm from sleep. I tugged the sheet down to reveal more of it.

  I nudged her legs apart, unable to refrain from savoring a few of my favorite places on her luscious body. My mouth watered as I entertained the notion of burying my face between her pretty thighs and licking her into an orgasm. Then I remembered that she’d had a very long and intense night. It had ended in tears. Thankfully, the good kind.

  The emotions that had spilled over after we’d found our pleasure weren’t only hers though. Last night had been intense for all of us. I’d never felt so taken under, so enraptured. And I was devoted to making sure we had more nights like that.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Like a very lucky girl.” She twisted her fingers into her mussed hair. She was possibly the most gorgeous creature I’d ever laid eyes on.

  “Are you sore?”

  She blinked. “A little.”

  With the single-minded goal of getting her wet, I slid my fingers over her clit. I rubbed it with just the right amount of pressure to keep her wanting more, even though I knew I wouldn’t take her again so soon. I had to show some restraint, even though it seemed nearly impossible to do with her this near, and this naked.

  “It’s not going to be easy to let you rest. I have a feeling we’re going to want you around the clock.”

  The statement was a warning and a promise. I wasn’t sure she realized what she was in for. But she only bit her lip with a small smile.

  She bowed off the bed, bucking her hips into my strokes. “I guess I’ll have to adjust.”

  Watching her writhe and slide over the sheets was making my dick hard. Fuck, I couldn’t stop myself though. I dipped my finger into her velvet heat, now slick with her arousal.

  “Does this hurt?”

  She shook her head, desire hooding her gaze. I slipped a second finger into her and felt her clench around me. I pushed in a little deeper, wondering if she was sorer than she let on.

  Will and I had attempted to go slow and gentle, but in the heat of the moment, neither of us could hold back from fucking her hard and fast, unable to cage the beasts that hungered for primal, violent sex.

  Now she was slick and primed for me. The lips of her pussy were swollen, pink, and glistening.

  “Goddamnit, I want you.”

  “Then take me,” she whispered huskily, not a shred of doubt in her voice.

  I cursed as I left her to dig a condom out of my suit pants pocket. I groaned with frustration because all I wanted to do was slide into her bare and feel her wet heat hugging my cock. I came back to the bed and rolled the damn thing on in a rush.

  “I’m pretty sure I speak for Will when I say I’m ready to be done fucking you with these.”

  Without waiting for a response, I dropped down over her and sucked a rosy nipple into my mouth. I squeezed and licked and sucked each of her perfect breasts until she whimpered and bucked her hips against me. Moving up her body, I took her mouth in a hungry kiss. My cock nestled against her pussy, like it knew exactly where it wanted to be. Now, tomorrow, always…

  “You’re the only one I want to be with, Liv, and I’ll get every test under the sun to prove that you can be safe with me. When I come, I want it to be inside you. Do we have enough trust between us to do that?”

  She brought her hands to my face and drew lines along my jaw. “I love you and I trust you, Ian. Soon, though, I promise.”

  Satisfied, I took her mouth again, sealing us together. The fantasy of fucking her bare was potent enough to make me forget I wasn’t. I nibbled at her lips and sucked he
r tongue, joining us completely. I lost myself in loving her. She was so close, under my skin, and around my heart.

  No one had ever felt this perfect. No one but her…

  “Harder,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around my hips.

  The world narrowed to only her and that look of surrender awash her features. Then I was lost. Restraint left me along with my last shred of sanity. I surged into her until I felt her ripple around me.

  “Anything you want. Everything you want…”

  OLIVIA

  I drew my brush in a grand sweep of mahogany paint across the wall, forming the outline of a great tree. The majestic oak, adorned with imperfections and knots, would be the focal point for the mural. It would become a home for fantastic creatures that lived in the little world I was drawing for my nephew. Outside the walls of this nursery, a splendid city sprawled. Here, he could live in a world of nature and fantasy.

  After weeks of struggling, I’d woken up with a vision for the wall. I’d come home from another night spent at the penthouse, gathered my old paints, and went up to Cam and Maya’s apartment to get started.

  The smell of the paints and the ritual of preparing my palette for another section of the mural brought me to an almost Zen-like state as I worked.

  When I’d begun, I didn’t hesitate like I had at the studio. The fear I’d lived with for so long had seemingly vanished, leaving only a fierce desire to create in its wake. It was as if, after a quick refresher, I’d relearned a fundamental skill. I’d reconnected with my passion as if no time had passed.

  I made quick progress, but my rumbling stomach nagged at me to eat. I meandered toward the kitchen for a quick snack, when I noticed Maya on the couch, hunched over.

  A flash of panic quickened my heart. “Maya, are you all right?”

  She nodded. I went to her, and after a few seconds passed, she looked up, her cheeks flushed.

  “Contraction. I’m okay.”

  My eyes went wide. “Oh, God. Let me call Cam.”

  She shook her head. “No, I’m good. I’m timing them. We still have plenty of time before I need to go the hospital.”