They’d stopped talking about who would marry her after it got to the point where all they could do was argue. She didn’t seem to care, and Briggs and Gio didn’t really give a fuck either way. Chase was the one who thought about the protection marriage would grant for Evvie and Maisy and any other kids—which, it seemed, were inevitable and already likely more possible than theoretical. He was the one who cared, and he thought that was enough of a reason for him to be the one to put a ring on her finger.
Gio balked at that and went back to his lame, I-asked-her-first shit. Apparently, he really could not care about whether any of them married her, but still want it to be him if it was going to happen. Chase knew all Gio really wanted was to secure her in a relationship that included him. His family certainly hadn’t been one to impress upon him the glories of marriage.
Briggs annoyingly and reasonably argued that they could take legal measures that would protect Ev and the kids—that was what they’d invented damn lawyers for, he said. He was right, and that just made Chase more frustrated.
Not finding a solution, they’d agreed to table it. There were more pressing matters in any case. Like using their magical superpowers to beam her into his bedroom.
Gio had less shame than the rest of them, and Chase knew he’d been on the phone with Evvie a couple times already. He’d let Briggs and him know when she was on the road.
That had been an hour and a half ago, and so, any minute—
Bingo.
* * * *
Evangeline drove this time to the back of the house, parking outside the garage. Giovanni was there to open her door and greet her with a hands-groping, tongue-thrusting kind of kiss. He spotted her overnight bag in the backseat, grabbed it, and slung it over his shoulder like a trophy.
Briggs met her midway across the lower deck. “Hi, sweetheart.” More restrained in his greeting, he held her face, gazed into her eyes, and then gently kissed her.
Though it turned gropey and thrusty in the end, too.
Evangeline didn’t object.
Chase waited for her on the upper level of the deck. He wore a dress shirt and pants, and looked so handsome standing there, all lord of the manor, one hand in his pocket. She realized Gio and Briggs were more formally dressed than usual, as well.
That was so sweet. They were treating this like an important event, acknowledging its significance.
It took a moment for that to settle in her heart.
She’d done the same thing, felt the same way. She’d shopped. The dress she’d chosen was a sundress, but not a casual one. It was white with filmy lace that flared out over the skirt of the slim slip, ending above the knees in front and back but draping halfway to her ankles at the sides. From the hips up it clung to the contours of her body, the deeply veed top suspended by spaghetti straps that crossed in back above the zipper. A zipper that could be lowered down to her ass.
She wore a white thong under it. And spike-heeled, strappy sandals. Period.
He put out his hands as she approached and took both of hers. “Evangeline.” He lifted her hands and kissed them. “You look beautiful.”
“Chase,” she said, and felt heated by his smoldering gaze.
“Can I get you something? Do you need lunch?”
Briggs and Gio had come close, and they all three seemed to hold their breath, waiting for her answer.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Then can I take you to my bed?” He looked at his friends. “Can we take you there?”
“Yes,” she said, and it was a whisper.
Chase kissed her briefly and kept one hand to lead her up the two flights of stairs.
She sighed in pleasure when he pulled her into that amazing bedroom. Her guys definitely had sex on their minds, but they weren’t without romance. The room was lit with summer sun, the bevels of leaded glass in the domed cupola scattering slants of colorful rainbows onto every surface. There were flowers—vases of red roses and white, mounds of peonies, and mixed bouquets. Candles—tall tapers in elegant crystal candelabras, clusters of pillars, floating arrangements in bowls of lilies—were unlit but promised warm ambiance when night fell.
When Evangeline had been there last, she’d seen Chase’s reading area. He had a big leather chair with ottoman illuminated by a Tiffany floor lamp. Now there were three chairs—deep, man-size. And tables set by each, with a larger one in the center.
On that surface, among flowers and candles, sat a silver champagne cooler filled with ice and three bottles, four crystal flutes, and a tray of fruits and berries.
“Oh.” Evangeline’s heart melted.
Briggs took her other hand and leaned in to kiss her. “We love you, Evvie. We want you to know that.”
Tears threatened to spill over. “Briggs,” she said, then, “Chase.”
Her third man stepped closer and she acknowledged him, too. “Giovanni.”
Chase squeezed her hand and then let go. He picked up a remote and the room was softly filled with sound—operatic, an incredibly beautiful woman’s voice. Then he opened a bottle and filled the glasses with light gold bubbles. When they each had one, they touched them together.
“This is a commitment, Ev,” Chase said. “We want to be with you, love you, and only you.”
“You, sweetheart,” Briggs said. “Only you.”
“I love you, baby. Only you,” Giovanni put in.
Evangeline knew her eyes were brimming now. “I love you all. I have always and will always. Only you.”
The men nodded, and they all drank.
Chase took her then, sat in his chair, and pulled her into his lap. The others sat, too, and soon she realized why there were three chairs and not four. Her place would always be tucked into the lap of one of her men.
With Chase, she sipped her champagne and cuddled into him. The group chatted idly—mostly Giovanni’s stories of the places he’d been in the last two weeks. Chase set his empty glass on the table, freeing his hands to explore her. He brought the skirt of her dress up, revealing most of her thighs. He stroked along her ribs and then gently cupped her breast. He nuzzled into her neck.
They’d all gotten quieter, intent on the touch of Chase’s hands. He’d just kissed her softly, lingering, when Briggs spoke. “My turn. Come here, baby.”
Chase held her gaze for a long moment, then put his hands on her hips and helped lift her up.
There was no talk now as Briggs took her into his arms to his chair. He brought her mouth right to his and kissed her deeply. His hand at her side slid her dress all the way up so her hip was bare and his fingers tangled in the strap of her thong. He slipped his other hand under her top to cover her breast.
Before long their breaths came out as moans and Briggs was rocking, pressing his hard cock into her hip. Evangeline quaked, loving the way his hands and mouth worshipped her.
Then she felt a touch at her ankles. Giovanni was there, unfastening her sandals. When he’d dropped them both to the floor, he stood. “Here, baby.”
Briggs groaned, reluctantly surrendering his hold on her.
Giovanni lifted her directly from Briggs’s lap and carried her to his chair. He set her on her feet before he sat. He leaned forward, sliding both hands along her thighs, raising her skirt until it was all the way to her waist. He gave her a hot look and then put his mouth on her clit, sucking her once through her thong.
“Come on,” he said. “Straddle me.”
With a shiver, Evangeline went to her knees on either side of his hips. When she settled, the hard shaft of his cock was centered at her pussy. Giovanni gathered up the back of her dress in one fist. She knew what the other two were seeing—her bare ass, spread for him, with the white satin band of her thong running up the center.
Grunting in pleasure, he pulled her top to one side to uncover her breast.
“Put it in my mouth, baby.”
Feeling cherished and incredibly desired, Evangeline wrapped her arms around Giovanni’s head and arched to bri
ng her breast his mouth. He drew on it, pulling the nipple deeply into his mouth, growling his satisfaction. He tangled his fingers into the satin strap of her thong and tugged, chafing her ass and stimulating her clit.
“Mmm. Mmm. Gio.” Evangeline’s breath hummed, her body rocked to make more of that pressure from his cock.
“Good girl,” he said, following the band of her thong with his fingers, foraging along her center. “Good, baby.”
Briggs was behind her then, his fingers on the clasps of the straps crossed over her back. “Let’s get this dress out of harm’s way. We’re going to want to see you in it again.” One by one he released them, and her top fell down. Gio had both breasts then, clutching them with his hands, drawing them in turn into his mouth.
With erotic leisure, Briggs lowered her back zipper. He bent and slid his tongue along her spine as he went. When he got to the end of it, his teeth nipped at the top of her thong. Then he stood and tugged at the dress.
“Up, baby. Let’s get this off.”
Evangeline straightened and lifted a little, raising her arms while Briggs took the dress off over her head. When it was gone, Chase was there, too, at the side of Gio’s chair, his gaze hot on her all but naked body.
Gio was panting and cursing as he fumbled with his fly. “Jesus Christ. You are so fucking hot. I’m fucking you, baby. I’m getting my cock out and I’m going to fuck that hot cunt.”
Behind her, Briggs was helping support her now. She knew he’d opened his shirt, because when she leaned back against him, she felt his smooth skin. Marveling at the sweet sensation, she sinuously rubbed her body against his. He circled his hands under her arms, holding her up while Gio struggled with his pants. He cupped her breasts, letting the nipples jut out as though he was offering them to his friend.
Gio groaned at that and then again with relief when his cock sprang free. He took hold of the shaft and centered himself at her wet pussy, tugging her thong to the side. “Take me in,” he ordered. “Fucking take me in. Come down on me, Ev. Now. Do it.”
Writhing with pleasure, Evangeline raised her arms so they lolled along the hot surface of Brigg’s chest. She arched a little, offering her breasts up to his hands. He took her nipples in his fingers, drawing them out to play with. With a low moan of pleasure, she lowered herself.
She took him in slowly, savoring the feeling of Gio’s big cockhead stretching her open, blazing the way for his whole length. He was so big it went beyond what she thought was her fill, further and further until she sat on him, completely impaled, owned. She watched him watch, saw his shudder of pleasure when she was finally fully seated, saw the heat in his eyes when he took in Brigg playing with her nipples. He held her hips, using a little downward pressure to fuck his last inch into her.
They were both breathing harshly then, holding still, wallowing in the exquisite pleasure of this primal union of bodies.
Deliberately, watching her eyes, he moved one thumb to her clit. He rubbed her, circling the pad of his thumb over her sensitive, swollen nub.
She moaned and couldn’t hold back the spasm of ecstasy that motion generated.
“Do you think you’re full, babe? Do you think you’re as fucked as you can get?”
He nodded over her shoulder. “Fuck her ass, Briggs. I want to feel that. I want to know what it’s like to double-fuck our girl.”
Evangeline rolled her head against Briggs’s chest, loving the feeling of being surrounded by these men. Briggs lifted her hair, sliding it all over one shoulder, and then he backed a little away from her. She heard the sound of his zipper opening. When he touched her again, it was with his cock, gliding over her shoulder, along the back of her neck, down her spine.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chase open a table drawer. He handed something to Briggs, and in a moment she knew what it was.
While Briggs knelt behind her, Chase stepped closer. He grasped both her nipples and tugged, drawing her gaze to his. She kept her gaze locked to his, knowing what was coming. Her second lover was readying her ass for a fuck.
She felt the tube first, pressing into her ass, and shuddered with the cold shock of it as Briggs filled her with lube. She sought escape, closing her eyes until Chase gave her tits a hard pull. He was going to watch what Briggs’s actions did to her, and she was going to let him see.
She let out an anxious moan as Briggs touched her opening. He used fingers first, sliding in and stretching, reaming. Chase watched her intently and tightened the grip his fingers had on her nipples.
It was so much, so very compelling. Gio’s cock still filled her, his thumb still pressed at her clit. Chase gave that wickedly erotic stimulation to her nipples, exacerbated by his demand that she open her soul to him as he watched his friends fuck her. And Briggs—his fingers there, pushing into her.
And then his cock. He pressed his palm onto her lower back, tilting her forward to bring her ass up for his penetration. He settled himself there, entering her with the head of his cock.
He was abrupt, unapologetic. He gave her only a moment before he thrust deep.
Evangeline’s breath huffed out, screeching with the gritty, near-pain of it. Chase’s eyes flared hot—he liked seeing her taken like that.
Gio liked it, too. “Jesus Christ,” he swore, his voice rising in pitch. “Christ, I can feel you, Briggs. Fuck her. I want to feel that again.”
Briggs complied, withdrawing from her and then shoving back in. “Good girl, good girl,” he murmured, steadying her with his big hands on her hips. He started with slow, determined thrusts, but soon his excitement rose. He growled and started fucking into her hard.
Gio was there, too, thrusting up from under her, lifting her up so he could fuck her, too. He matched Briggs’s thrusts, slow resolute strokes and then harder, faster.
They were fucking into her, driving her into a delirium of sexual ecstasy while Chase held her nipples and watched. Then he let her go, opened his slacks, and drew out his hard cock. “Ease up,” he told his friends. “I want in.”
He put one hand at the back of her neck, cupping her skull. Holding her securely, he brought his cock to her mouth. “Open up, you sweet little bitch. Take me in.”
Gio growled and slowed his fucking action to watch as Chase fed himself into her mouth. “Suck him, baby. Do it.”
Yes, yes. She wanted it. She wanted him, wanted that third cock. She wanted all of them, filling her, fucking her, loving her. She wet her lips and then opened her mouth.
Chase filled her with his smooth, hot cock.
“Jesus.” Briggs had slowed, too, and breathed out his appreciation. “Jesus. You have all of us, baby.”
She did. They were all a bit stunned with the wonder of it. For long moments she felt nothing but sweet, gentle touches and slow, measured pumps into her—her mouth, her pussy, her ass. Briggs’s hands caressed her hips. Gio’s fingers stroked lightly at her clit, and his other hand stole up to cover her breast. Then Chase’s free hand went to her other breast, his forefinger running over her nipple.
Each of them spoke, praising her, loving her, adoring her. They told her how hot she was, how tight, how sweet. How it felt to share her, to be fucking her together.
Gradually, the words got earthier, rougher. The touches and the strokes came faster, harder. Soon they were beyond words other than grunts and growls and curses. Briggs wrapped his arms below her waist, securing her for long, hard, fast thrusts. Gio matched him, arching back into the chair so he could shove his cock harder and harder up into her pussy. Chase pumped into her mouth, holding her head with both hands now, directing, instructing her. “All of me. Swallow me, dammit. Take it all.”
Between rough, needy breaths, Evangeline did as he bade. She opened her throat and let him have her.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Chase arched, shuddering in excitement.
Evangeline would have howled if she could. They were there, all of them, penetrating her, finding ecstasy in her body. They were three incredibly handsome, powerful
men. She was servicing them all, naked, bared, and exposed while they’d done little more than open their pants to release their cocks. That added something to the eroticism, the sense of domination as they took her, used her, while still in their dress clothes.
Briggs arched back, thrusting hard into her. He slapped her ass once, twice. The sting of it thrilled her, drove her closer to the cataclysmic end she knew was coming. Chase saw it, heard it—she could tell it excited him, too.
“Yes! Again. Yes!” He went over first, growling and shuddering, emptying into her mouth. Hot, sweet spurts of cum tore from him. He nearly collapsed, saving himself with a knee on the chair’s armrest. Keeping his grasp on her head, he brought her against his hard abs.
She burrowed there, wallowing in his scent.
But there was no escape. Chase himself would oversee her ruin. “Fuck her,” he commanded. “Fuck the hell out of her.”
Gio and Briggs didn’t hesitate. Growling, cursing, they plowed into her. Evangeline felt torn asunder, those hard cocks burning, piercing, more than filling her, saturating her. She felt drenched in it, drowning.
Her orgasm built, wicked, rampant shudders that shook her. But she was confined, impaled as she was on those two cocks, clenched hard against Chase’s hard body. She was helpless, unable to move.
All she could do was wrap her arms around Chase’s waist and cling. Then she was crying, wailing and crying as they sent her, splintered, shattered her. Her body rocked, accepting the hard fuck from one cock and then the other. She ground down, giving over, letting them take.
Briggs grasped hard, bruising fingers into her hips. Gio clasped her clit, tugging hard as he thrust into her.
They all three came together, loud, wild orgasms, in throes of passion. She screamed with those last hot, burning thrusts. Shivered as she felt their cum bursting into her, hot spurts deep within her body.
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