Mad Love (Slateview High Book 3)

by Eva Ashwood

  I yelped when his palm cracked hard against my ass, and a flood of wetness dampened my panties a second later. His large hand massaged away the sting, making my thighs clench together, and I could hear the appreciative sounds of the other two men as Kace carried me to the couch. I did my best to stay still, but my hips were already shifting restlessly, my pelvis grinding against his chest as I sought any kind of friction against my clit.

  “Greedy,” he rumbled, and I felt the pleased sound all the way through my body. “So fucking greedy.”

  A second later, I was deposited on the couch. When I looked up at Kace, I saw him jerk his chin toward Bishop.

  “Lock the door,” he said, his voice rough.

  My thighs clenched together again, and I slid a hand down my stomach, so turned on already that I was desperate for a little relief.

  But Misael caught my hand before I could reach my panties, holding it in a gentle but firm grip as he peeled it away from my body. “Uh uh, Coralee. Save that for us.”

  As if to demonstrate his point, he pressed his lips to my mound, letting me feel the warmth of his breath through the thin fabric of my underwear. He knelt beside the couch, and as he continued to kiss my panties-covered core, the other two boys joined him. They were all on their knees in a row beside the couch, and it occurred to me that they might almost look like they were praying—except this prayer was too debauched and filthy to belong in any church.

  Bishop kissed my lips again as his hands caressed my breasts, massaging away the building ache inside them. Kace’s lips drifted over my legs, making parts of my body I rarely thought about explode with sensation as he nipped and licked my skin. When he reached my knee, he dragged one leg off the couch, spreading my legs wider and giving Misael access to more of me. He took it, clamping his mouth over the soaked fabric of my panties and sucking, flicking his tongue over my clit and making me arch off the couch.

  “Do you want us all, Coralee?” Kace rasped, and the instant he said it, I knew exactly what he meant.

  Hunger swept through me like a forest fire, and I grabbed on to Misael’s head, holding him in place as my hips rose up to meet the pressure of his lips. I wrenched my mouth away from Bishop’s as a throaty cry fell from my lips.

  “Yes!”

  Everything stopped for a moment as the three men drew back to look at me, and I blinked up at them desperately. I’d been so close to coming already, and I wanted more. So much more.

  “All of you,” I breathed, my chest rising and falling hard. “At the same time. Please.”

  They descended on me again so fast that I barely knew what happened, lips and teeth and hands moving over me with the same desperate hunger I felt. Bishop unclasped my bra as Kace and Misael worked my panties down my legs, and then I felt two of Kace’s thick fingers slide inside me as Misael’s tongue lapped at my clit.

  And my world flew to pieces.

  I bucked against their hold, the pleasure wracking my body almost too much to endure. I had kicked off my shoes somewhere in the middle of all this, and now my toes curled into the soft fabric of the couch. I panted into Bishop’s mouth as he kissed me over and over again, devouring my sounds of pleasure.

  When the tension finally drained from my body, I blinked, the world coming into focus around me again. All three of the men kneeling beside me stood, and I bit my lip as I watched them undress, loosening their ties and pulling them off before shrugging out of their jackets and unbuttoning their shirts.

  It was like a slow unveiling, an unwrapping of three hot-as-fuck gifts, and I let out a soft whimper when they all finally shucked their boxer briefs. Misael’s stitches were covered with a small white bandage, and my gaze traveled over not just the stunning display of muscle before me, but the injuries each of the men still wore.

  It was a visceral reminder of how lucky we all were to still be here, to still be alive.

  I didn’t know how much more time we had before the wedding was supposed to start. I didn’t know whether the guests would be able to hear sounds from this room as they filtered into the church and sat in the pews.

  But I couldn’t bring myself to care.

  Bishop stepped up beside me, and when I sat up to kiss him, he bent to press his lips to mine. Then he wrapped his arms around me, maneuvering us so that he lay on the couch beneath me. His hard cock was sandwiched between us, and when I moved my hips, sliding my wet folds along his thick length, he grunted into my mouth.

  “Are you ready, Coralee?” he murmured.

  Yes.

  More than ready.

  It felt like my whole life had been building toward this moment, toward the sealing of a bond between me and three lost parts of myself. Parts I had known in another life, maybe, or parts my soul had claimed as its own.

  I nodded, kissing him again even as I rose up onto my knees, giving myself the right angle to impale myself on his cock. As I sank down onto him, Misael and Kace traced the lines of my body with their hands, their movements following mine as I began to ride Bishop slowly, dragging out each undulation of my hips.

  My arousal coated his cock and seeped from the place where he sank deep into me, and as the pleasant burn of another orgasm began to build inside me, Kace’s hands trailed down over my ass. Just like he had the night we’d fucked in the nurse’s office, he used my own wetness, gathering it from where it smeared across my thighs before slipping his fingers between my cheeks to find the puckered hole there.

  “Remember last time?” he murmured softly, his voice rough and tender at the same time. “Just like that. Make yourself come, Princess. Get off on Bishop’s cock. Relax and let me in.”

  His finger penetrated the tight ring of muscle as he spoke, and the feeling of fullness made me ride Bishop with more urgency, rubbing my clit hard against his pubic bone with each stroke. Misael’s hands moved over me, and when I broke my kiss with Bishop, I found him kneeling next to the couch. His lips found mine as Bishop massaged my breasts, and I rested my hands on Bish’s muscled chest to support myself as I rocked up and down on his cock.

  Every time Bishop buried himself inside me, Kace went deeper too, and the back and forth of feeling my core and my ass both being stretched made me groan into Misael’s kiss.

  I remembered the fullness of having Kace’s cock in my ass, how I had balanced on a knife’s edge between pain and pleasure, and my body shuddered as I imagined what it would be like to have more than his fingers inside me while Bishop fucked me from below.

  “God, Cora. I can feel how much you need this. I can feel how close you are.”

  Bishop’s hands left my breasts as he spoke, trailing down my waist to grip my hips in a firm hold, guiding my movements as I rode him harder.

  He was right. I was close to coming again. My clit pulsed with every thrust of his hips, and I could feel my inner walls tightening. My updo had come partially undone, and tendrils of hair brushed against my shoulders as the four of us moved together, our bodies in perfect harmony.

  When I came, my fingers curled against Bishop’s chest, my nails leaving small indentations on his skin as I threw my head back. Misael nipped at my shoulder and neck as Kace added a second finger in my back hole, riding out the waves of my orgasm as he worked them both in deeper.

  This time, my body barely came down from the high of the orgasm. Even as the tremors in my muscles subsided, I could feel myself building up again, wanting more.

  “Now! Please!” I looked over my shoulder at Kace and saw the tension in his jaw, the beads of precum that slid down his cock, the way the muscles of his abs flexed and bunched.

  Fuck, he was as ready as I was. As desperate as I was.

  He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t make me wait or beg. He fisted his cock, spreading the glistening precum over his whole length, and I watched as he positioned himself behind me.

  His face tightened in concentration and effort as the thick head breached my tight hole, and let out an involuntary noise, arching my back as my body tried to fight of
f the intrusion. But I wanted it. I wanted everything Kace and Bishop and Misael could give me.

  The pain.

  The pleasure.

  Every sensation imaginable.

  “With me, Coralee. Stay with me.”

  Misael tilted my head toward him with a gentle grip on my chin, and as Bishop pulsed into me in small strokes from below and Kace worked his way into my ass, the man beside me kissed me so deeply I could feel it all the way down to my toes.

  They worked together, softening me and relaxing me, moving in sync as my body opened up to them. One of Bishop’s hands shifted on my hip, and the pad of his thumb found my clit. He worked gentle, teasing circles around it, making me chase the pleasure as Kace took another inch.

  Finally, I felt Kace’s hips against my ass, and I broke away from Misael’s kiss, gasping for breath. It didn’t seem like there was room for air in my body anymore. There wasn’t room for anything but the men who possessed me completely and the heart that beat only for them.

  “Misael…” My voice was a throaty whisper. “Let me put my mouth on you. I want you inside me too.”

  He shook his head with a dazed grin, his gaze raking over my body, taking in the sight of me completely encased by his two best friends. Then he stood, his dick bobbing at the movement. He stepped closer, palming the back of my head and helping me keep my balance as I leaned forward to dart my tongue over the tip of his cock.

  “Fuck,” Kace grunted from behind me. “You’re even tighter than before, Princess. It’s better than I ever thought it would be. You’re stuffed full of us.”

  His words lit me on fire, and I wrapped my lips around Misael’s smooth mushroom head, mapping the contours of his cock with my tongue. Bishop’s thumb on my clit became harder and more demanding, and liquid heat flooded my belly.

  “I gotta fuck you.” Kace’s voice was like gravel. “I gotta move.”

  I nodded around Misael’s cock, hoping he understood. I didn’t need them to be gentle with me. My body responded to them with complete and utter trust, and I knew they would never hurt me beyond what I could take. Beyond what I craved.

  And right now, I wanted to feel all three of the men I loved use me for their pleasure.

  Kace drew out agonizingly slowly, and when he drove back in, I pulled more of Misael’s length into my mouth, feeling his rounded head hit the back of my throat. Bishop matched his thrusts to Kace’s, creating a counterpoint that made me feel like my body might burst from the overload of sensations.

  “Jesus, Cora. Oh, fuck.”

  Misael’s voice sounded tortured, and when I peered up at him through my lashes, I saw him watching the three of us, a look of raw arousal on his face.

  He liked it. He liked to see his friends buried deep inside me, while I worked his cock with my lips and tongue.

  Once, these boys had taken my virginity, one after the other. I had never known who was the first to be inside me, and I never wanted to know. Because it wasn’t about who was first or last or in the middle.

  It was about all of us, together.

  Moving together.

  Loving together.

  My body was in such a high state of arousal that when the orgasm hit, I almost didn’t realize it at first. It built and built inside me until I swore I could feel the pleasure radiating outward from my core through my entire body, infusing my limbs, making them shake like leaves.

  The rhythm of my mouth on Misael’s shaft faltered as my eyes rolled back in my head, and I clamped down so hard around Bishop and Kace that both men let out rough grunts.

  Kace’s cock throbbed in my ass, and I could feel every pulse of his length as he filled me up with his cum. Bishop went over the edge a second later, his thumb grinding against my clit as his hips jerked up into mine.

  “Shit. Oh, fuck. Fuck!”

  Misael’s stream of curses was punctuated by a final shallow thrust into my mouth, and ropes of salty liquid spilled down my throat. I swallowed, drawing him as deep as I could and sucking until every last drop was gone.

  When he finally pulled out, my jaw ached a little and his cock was slick with saliva. Slowly, Kace pulled out of me, and the two of them helped me climb off Bishop. Then we all collapsed on the couch, the three of them pulling me roughly into their laps so I was draped across all three of them. I could feel their still-hard dicks pressing against me, and I knew we needed to get cleaned up if we wanted to have any chance of making it to our wedding ceremony on time.

  But my body didn’t feel capable of moving.

  In a minute, we’ll go. Just one more minute.

  I gazed up at all three of them, blinking dazedly. They were all flushed, and even though they’d just been inside me, their hands still roamed my body with possessive hunger.

  Maybe it would never be sated.

  In fact, I kind of hoped it wouldn’t.

  Twenty-Five

  We were late to the wedding.

  But I didn’t give a fuck.

  My parents had both decided to come, even though I knew my relationship with them would never be the same. Hell, I was sure Dad had come only to keep an eye on the criminals he was getting into bed with, already trying to find ways to spin this in his favor. But I didn’t let it bother me, and I ignored the way my mom seemed afraid to touch anything, the way her lips curled back slightly as if she couldn’t quite hide her disgust.

  Why would I waste time on worrying about what they thought? It seemed utterly unimportant when I had a man with caramel skin and a gorgeous smile standing in front of me, his hands clasped in mine. Jo was beaming at me from where she stood off to one side, and the other two men I loved flanked Misael. Their silver rings were already settled around their fingers, a physical representation of the bond we all shared, the love that wove between the four of us like a web.

  The priest who’d been hired to perform the ceremony was a friend of Claudio’s, and I tried to pay attention to his words as he welcomed everyone gathered to witness our union and spoke about the sanctity of marriage. But it was hard to focus. I felt like I was falling into Misael’s eyes, losing myself in their dark brown depths.

  My gaze flitted from him to the other two men, and when it came time for the exchange of vows, I spoke to all three of them.

  I promised to love them.

  To honor and cherish them.

  To stand by them no matter what may come.

  And when I slid the ring on Misael’s finger, I felt something shift inside me.

  Months ago, when I’d been a terrified new student at Slateview High and these three men had offered me a bargain for my protection, Bishop had uttered two words that had changed my life forever.

  You’re ours.

  Those words had become more and more true every day since then, and now they were sealed with a vow.

  Bishop’s lips curved up in a languid smile, and Kace’s eyes burned with emotion. Misael grinned from ear-to-ear as he recited his vows, and the pure joy radiating from him seeped into my bones until I was grinning right back at him.

  Then he slipped the ring on my finger, and before the priest even finished speaking the words of our marriage pronouncement, Misael kissed me. Our joined hands were trapped between us, and I could feel his fingertips clasped around the three rings he had slid on my finger.

  The gathered guests applauded, and the sound was so loud and raucous that I couldn’t even hear the pointed silence I was sure came from my mother and father.

  Misael and I broke apart reluctantly. I had to remind myself that I could kiss him whenever I wanted now, that this was the first of many more to come—and still, my tongue darted out to touch my lips, already missing his taste.

  He gave me a lopsided smile as if he could read my thoughts, threading his fingers through mine. The applause followed us as we turned and strode down the aisle, Bishop and Kace right behind us.

  We burst through the doors of the church and dashed down the steps in a whirlwind. The sky was a bright blue, and even though th
e air was still cold, I couldn’t feel it at all. Heat suffused my body, as if a fire burned low in my belly, warming me from the inside out.

  When we hit the last step, Kace swept me into his arms, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.

  Misael laughed, stepping forward to open the doors of the large black SUV that waited for us, driven by one of Claudio’s men. We all piled inside, and although there was an empty seat up front, we ignored it entirely, shoving ourselves into the backseat. I found myself draped over the men’s laps again, and Bishop gathered the material of my skirt as he closed the door.

  The driver looked back at us through the rearview mirror, and I saw the glint of warm amusement in his eyes. By this time, it was no secret to anyone in Claudio’s or Nathaniel’s organizations that all four of us were together. Everyone knew that although my marriage was to Misael in the eyes of the law, I belonged to these three men collectively.

  “Congratulations,” the man said as he pulled away from the curb, and Misael caught his gaze and nodded.

  I could see a change in Misael already—a seriousness in him that was another effect of our marriage arrangement. He had begun to accept his father’s role in his life more fully, and I knew that one day, he would be expected to step up and lead the Vega organization. He knew it too, and I could see it in the way he interacted with the men, the way he carried himself.

  He would be good at it.

  He may not see it in himself yet, but I did. I could see the strength and the sweetness in him, the way he read people as if they were open books. And his easy demeanor made him the kind of person others wanted to be around, the kind they wanted to follow.

  Already, Nathaniel and Claudio were making plans to move against Luke Carmine, to take advantage of his current weakness as Muse spread the word about his double-dealing. Misael and my other two men had been involved in several planning sessions, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time they would be called upon to step up and accept heavy responsibility with the two organizations.

  Part of me was already worrying about them, terrified of any danger they might face, but if there was one lesson my parents had taught me—whether they’d meant to or not—it was that no amount of wealth and power could protect you from disaster.