Page 41 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

I quickly nod. I like being this close to Theo, and anything that makes that happen is a win.

Hunter prods at me, and the head of him slides into my ass. My thoughts blur together. It’s so much, too much, I’m not sure if I can do this, oh fuck, he’s in. His hips meet my ass, and I’m floating in my body. This is…I don’t even know.

“Breathe,” Gage orders in my ear. When did he get so close?

But I follow the order, and he’s right—breathing helps. I need to move, so I start to rock my hips ever so gently. It’s then I realize they’re holding perfectly still, letting me take the lead.

When I roll forward, I take more of Theo. Sliding back, it’s more of Hunter. Back and forth, back and forth, until something inside of me burns bright. It’s a fluttering sort of orgasm, small and good, but it feels like it’s just the start of this.

And I still want more.

Gradually, I sit back, taking even more of Hunter when I do so. When I’m upright enough, I grab Gage’s cock and pant out, “Need that too.”

“Fuck yes,” he growls, and gets into position.

He’s impossibly large, and I know my jaw will hate me tomorrow, but I can’t seem to care. I take him as deep as I can, sitting up so he can stand and brace on the ceiling. He pumpsinto my mouth, cutting off my air supply when he hits the back of my throat. That short lack of oxygen is what I needed—I crest into another orgasm, this one richer and fuller than the last. It feels like I’m flying.

Gage’s hand presses against the back of my head to keep me on him as I come. Theo’s fingers dig into my hips as he carefully pulls me to ride his cock, and he murmurs curses under his breath. Hunter’s got a grip on my shoulders, plunging into my ass in time with Theo’s exits from my pussy.

Even though each of these men is huge and strong, there’s no doubt in my mind that if I safeworded or said no, it’d all end instantly. They have all the power and control in the world, but I’m the one in charge here.

Theo pants, “Fuck, she keeps coming on me. She’s gonna make me?—”

“Same,” Hunter grunts.

“Come on, boys, you can hold out,” Gage teases. But he pulses against my lips—he’s close too.

The thought that I can make them come before they’re ready turns me on and makes me pulse down low. I’m shaking again, sweat rolling down my spine.

Theo’s grip tightens. “That’s it, doll, one more for us.”

“Right now, kitten,” Hunter orders.

The third orgasm tears through me, this shimmering, severe thing that steals all my breath. Wicked. Absolutely wicked. Pleasure stabs through me, and I ride them harder, faster. I want all of them, and I won’t settle for less. Bliss intoxicates every corner, every cell. My fingers lock tight where they’re wrappedaround Gage’s cock. My pussy too, gripping Theo inside of me. They both grunt and snarl, and soon, Hunter does too.

Theo murmurs, “Fuck,” like a prayer, full of reverence as he comes inside me, and Hunter joins him a second later, his own curse-laden litany pouring out. Gage snarls like a beast before pulling out, coming down my chin and onto my tits, marking me his own way.

But they have all marked me, in every hole of mine. Even the one in my heart.

18

GAGE

I wake before dawn,my body curved protectively around Anya’s. Fuck, she’s so soft. Pale gray light seeps through the cabin’s bedroom window, just enough to outline the tumble of her wavy hair on the pillow. She feels right against me. Warm, and perfectly molded to every plane of my torso. My palm rests at her waist, fingertips brushing the hem of her sleep shirt. The steady rise and fall of her breathing is a balm I didn’t know I craved until now.

How could I have known? This situation was never on my radar, not since she got with Calvin. Looking back, it seems obvious that this was a possibility. That we were destined in some cosmic way to fall into each other’s arms.

I hadn’t counted on Theo or Hunter to be in this too, but I’m not mad at it. The three of us share everything else. Why not this? Besides, last night, they worked as more body parts for our greedy girl. She took it all like such a champ that the memory makes me grin. Can’t help it.

Last night was incredible.

Carefully, I press a kiss to the crown of her head. She stirs, making a faint, sleepy hum that slides straight to my chest. I let my hand wander in slow, coaxing strokes across the curve of her hip. When she arches and rolls back into me, eyes still closed, a sharp jolt of want buzzes through my veins.

Hunter and Theo lie just a few feet away in the other room. The thin walls won’t hide everything, but I don’t give a fuck. Anya shifts in my arms again, seeking more, and I’m happy to give it to her.

I nudge her hair aside and whisper her name. She answers with a soft “mm-hmm,” eyelids fluttering open. In the dim light, her blue eyes look dusky and trusting. Two pools I could dive into and lose myself willingly.

I trail kisses from her shoulder to the sensitive spot behind her ear. She shivers, a tiny sound escaping her throat. I slide my palm beneath the fabric of her sleep shirt, discovering warm skin that makes my pulse hammer. She bites her lip to suppress a giggle—half ticklish, half turned on.