Her eyes snapped open. Hooded. Dazed. She found Benson's gaze. His hunger was a tangible thing. A living, breathing entity that curled between them and licked Eden’s skin.
“This is what you wanted, isn't it?” Benson asked, his voice raspy. “Both of us, making youours.”
He rubbed his cock against her nearest breast, making her nipple wet.It’s him. It’s me.Soon, it would be Liam as well.
“Come for him, angel,” he urged. “Come all over his cock. Then we’ll come for you.”
Liam’s rhythm faltered. Eden sensed the twitch of his impending release.
Fuck it.She was ready to roll one last time.
Her own orgasm crashed over her again. She rode that wave, focusing on clenching Liam’s cock, tight, tighter… so tight that he had no choice but to thrust into her so deeply that she felt nothing but him. Eden was gone, but they were right there with her. Two men. One woman. And a single king-sized bed that could hardly hold all three getting their rocks off.
A raw cry shattered the air. Liam’s body seized, his release hitting him hard before Eden felt anything else. Heat followed, heavy and overwhelming, pulling a shudder through them both. Liam’s hands locked on her hips, firm enough to steady them as the last pulse rolled through him.
The tension broke. Liam sagged forward, breath rough against Eden’s skin, the weight of him warm and spent. His satisfaction was more than she needed to know that Liam was done for the night.
Benson’s growl of warning, however, was a feral counterpoint. He worked his cock until he came on Eden’s breasts, her own sounds of surprise punctuating his grunts as her fingers played with the hair on Liam’s head and she welcomed the heat to her tender breasts. Benson didn’t stop until he shook his cock with a pleased cadence to end the night.
Fuck. Yes.She was covered in them. Drenched in their essence. Their scent marked her like a badge of honor.Both of them. Not just tonight, either…Before. After. Eden would be damned if this was the only time she got tag-teamed by the hottest men she had ever met.
She was theirs. Completely. But more importantly…
They were hers.
Chapter 20
Benson
He was up before the others the following morning.I’m always up at six. Always.Even if he went back to sleep, his internal clock still woke him up at six am EST every damn day. Or at night, if he were abroad.
So, that didn’t surprise him. But what knocked his socks off was his desire to get up, stretch, and start making coffee and breakfast in his kitchen. By then it was seven, and the first hint of sunrise tickled his living room windows.
Look at me, making them breakfast.He focused on Eden, who was a consistent presence at his breakfast table. Soon, he wouldn’t mind having her stay as long as she wanted, even if he had to go to work. The few times she stayed the night when he had to be up in the morning, she also got up and received a ride home, where she presumably went back to bed. Maybe even one day, he would be comfortable letting her have a key to his place.
But Eden wasn’t the only one lounging in his bed. Benson had been half knocked out from exhaustion before he had the wherewithal to kick Liam out of his bed.Out of all the guys…Benson never made a habit of letting men stay the night, no matter how much his girlfriend might have liked them, but Liam was different.
To the point that Benson almost dropped his bread all over the kitchen floor while trying to make toast.
Of all the guys…
No, he wouldn’t dwell on it. Several of his friends warned that this happened sometimes.“You think a guy is out for good, then there he is three, five, seven years later, ready to ruin your life again.”Benson never thought that would be him. His lifestyle was conservative compared to other men who were into the same things as him.It has to be.His job, having shared custody of his daughter, and even his own personality demanded it.
It had to be Liam. Ithadto be.
I should have moved.
He knew exactly how Eden liked her eggs by now. Unfortunately, he also knew how Liam liked his eggs. But until either one of them was up, he wouldn’t bother cooking for anyone but himself.
“Hey, sexy.”
All right, he’d get out the carton of eggs again. Because Eden called him sexy at 7:30 in the morning.
She came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his bare chest and hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, which he had thrown on when he got out of bed. Benson was still in front of the stove, the toast popping up and eggs crackling in a frying pan.
Eden pressed her cheek against his back. Benson put one hand on hers and used the other to cook his eggs. “Surprised you’re still alive,” he quipped. “After last night.”
She purred against his skin, hair falling between her face and his back as she slightly pulled away and yawned. “I slept like a rock. So did you, based on the snoring.”