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  Sophia got the message and lifted her hips. Mario pulled her cotton shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, all the way down off her legs, exposing her pretty, pretty pussy. She kicked them to the side and then Mario slid reverent hands back up her inner thighs.

  Jagger climbed off the bed and shoved his pants down, then took himself in hand.

  He’d step in later, but here at the beginning, it was hot as fuck just to watch.

  Chapter Twelve

  MARIO

  Mario was touching her. She was letting him touch her. So soft. And hot. And when she looked down at him, she smiled.

  She didn’t look at him like he was a freak. She didn’t pull away from his touch.

  The opposite, in fact. She seemed to relax against his hand as he caressed up and down her thigh.

  He wanted to put his cock inside her.

  He wanted it very badly.

  But she’d hurt afterwards the last time and he would not do anything that might hurt her.

  Touching her would be enough. It would be so much more than enough. More than he’d ever known.

  He opened her legs and she spread herself there before him like a flower blossoming to the sun.

  Mario leaned in and inhaled her sweet scent.

  And almost passed out from how aroused he was.

  He thrust his hips against the bed for friction because he thought he might die without it.

  And then he extended his tongue and licked the edge of her soft, wet petals.

  A shudder shook through her legs. He knew instinctively it was one of pleasure and not revulsion or fear. She wanted his touch. His touch affected her the same way hers did him. Her wetness was proof.

  She wanted him.

  Him, who was barely half a man.

  He flattened his tongue and licked her from bottom to top.

  Once, and then again.

  She squirmed against his face like she was seeking something but he didn’t know what. He knew almost nothing of women. What if he couldn’t please her? He hadn’t forgotten the way she’d screamed around his cock the last time. He knew women could come.

  Leo knew how to make women come.

  But Mario had only slept with that whore the one time and it had been cold and sterile feeling. The woman had seemed bored the whole time.

  Nothing like Sophia.

  Mario turned to Jagger, who was standing to the side, stroking his cock and watching. “How?” Mario asked.

  Jagger nodded and came closer. If there was one thing Jagger loved, it was giving orders. Mario picked and chose the ones he wanted to obey but this was one time he’d be grateful for the instruction.

  “Here,” Jagger said. He reached between her legs and began to massage a spot at the top of her slit. “This is her clitoris. If your rub and suckle it just right, it will bring her pleasure beyond belief.”

  Mario stared intensely as Jagger pulled the folds of her sweet little pussy back to expose an engorged nub.

  “See that?” Jagger teased his middle finger in a circle around it and Sophia’s whole body jerked. “That’s what you want.”

  “How hard?”

  “Listen to her body. Sometimes she’ll want it soft. Other times she’ll want it merciless. Sometimes she’ll want you to tease your teeth along it.”

  Sophia shuddered again, like just them talking about it brought her intense pleasure.

  Jagger must have noticed the same because he smiled. “You like hearing me tell him how to eat you out best?”

  Jagger slid his fingers down her juicy pussy and thrust one finger inside her hole.

  Mario was tired of just watching, though, so he lowered his mouth back down, ignoring Jagger’s hand in the way, and started to lick just the very tip of his tongue all around her clitoris.

  She immediately started to respond, whining out the sexiest little noises Mario had ever heard in his life.

  Mario should have died eight and a half years ago. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t wish he had.

  Except for today.

  Today he was glad he was alive.

  As he sucked on his wife’s sweet little pleasure bud and felt her respond beneath him, he was so, so fucking happy to be alive.

  Chapter Thirteen

  SOPHIA

  Oh God, what were they doing to her down there? It was so intense and foreign feeling and pleasurable. She hadn’t let go of Finn’s hand but she could feel how stiff he was beside her.

  She hated that. As good as it all felt, knowing Finn was still upset kept her from truly letting go.

  She didn’t understand.

  Fine, he wanted to keep her safe for her father’s sake.

  But he’d seemed to enjoy what they’d done together the other night, even if it had meant more to her than it had to him. He’d been hard and his seed had spurted.

  Did he not want her like that anymore?

  He was turned away from her, so she couldn’t tell if he was affected by what the other men were doing to her. She frowned. He was so stubborn, even in this.

  But he was her husband, goddammit.

  And if he wanted to pawn her off on her dad as soon as they hit San Antonio, he had another thing coming.

  She’d heard the wives talk about seducing their husbands. Vanessa had confided in her about how her husbands weren’t enthusiastic about the marriage at first. But Vanessa had slowly brought them around.

  Well Sophia refused for this marriage to be anything other than an absolute success.

  So Finnigan Knight better get his act in shape, and if he thought he was stubborn, well then he clearly didn’t know her as well as he thought he did.

  Sophia let go of Finn’s hand only long enough to tug her tank top over her head. It had a built-in bra, so she was completely exposed now.

  Finn moved like he was going to get up again but she grabbed his hand before he could.

  “Finn,” she said, not able to help the breathy quality of her voice. What they were doing to her down there did feel so good.

  “Kiss me, Finnigan.”

  Finn turned back to her and looked so torn, Sophia was startled.

  And then his eyes dropped to her naked breasts.

  Fire blazed up from her core and she couldn’t help arching her breasts toward Finn.

  “Touch me,” she whispered.

  Finn reached down a shaky hand like he was half in a trance.

  But then he paused, his eyes flicking down to Jagger and Mario. When he seemed like he might pull back, Sophia grabbed his wrist and tugged him down on to the bed with her.

  He lost his balance and landed sideways, but on top of her.

  Worked for her.

  She grabbed his face and kissed him, pouring all of the passion she was feeling and her rising pleasure into the kiss.

  Finn held back for about two whole seconds.

  And then he devoured her back. The hand that had been so tentatively outstretched now solidly grasped her breast.

  “Ohhhhh,” she cried into Finn’s mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  “Oh God, Soph,” he said, his voice deeper than he’d ever heard it before he dived in even deeper for another kiss.

  Mario was quickly catching on to whatever it was that Jagger had been showing him because his tongue was absolutely merciless as he drove her closer and closer to her orgasm.

  She clutched desperately to Finn’s shirt, glad he hadn’t taken it off in spite of the fact that she wished she could touch his skin. She was afraid she’d leave scratch marks if he didn’t have the shirt on, though.

  He rolled his thumb back and forth across her nipple.

  That was all it took.

  It was like a blast wave of light lit in her core and exploded outward, up to the top of her head and out to the tips of her fingers.

  It was sharp and quick this time, though, and as soon as it passed, she wanted more.

  Finn had pulled back and was looking at her like… like… well, like he�
�d never looked at her before.

  Not like she was a chore or an obligation.

  But like she was a woman.

  A woman he desired.

  “I want you, Finn,” she whispered. “I want to taste you. Please.” She didn’t care if she was begging. She wanted more of him. She wanted him to look at her like that always. She wanted to look up at him as she pleasured him and watched him lose his damn mind over her.

  “Sophia,” he gasped.

  “I want— I want—” She swallowed, feeling so mortified but driven by the insanity of her desire to connect with him for longer. For more. “I want to suck you. So hard until you spill your seed in my mouth. Down my throat.”

  “Jesus Christ,” he swore, his eyes darker than she’d ever seen them, and full of indecision.

  No. She wouldn’t let his stubborn pride ruin this moment. She reached down between them and felt for his shaft through his jeans.

  He was hard. He was hard for her. The knowledge was so intoxicating she didn’t waste any more time.

  She unbuttoned his jeans and then grinned when he shoved them down his legs. She tugged him forward but he was the one who climbed on the bed and straddled her chest, his long, hard penis right in front of her face.

  Her breath hitched and she looked up his chest to his face.

  His eyes were wide, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. He shifted as if to climb right back off again but Sophia wrapped her arms around his thighs, thrilled when her hands came in contact with his ass, settled right above her breasts.

  She squeezed his flesh and jerked him forward. Closer to her mouth.

  And then she lifted up and took the tip of him into her mouth, all the while watching his face.

  His stomach caved in as he sucked in a breath through his teeth, but he didn’t throw back his head or close his eyes.

  He stared directly down at her.

  Their gazes locked and Sophia had never felt more naked.

  Two men were licking and fingering her pussy but it was this, Finn watching her while she took his most intimate body part into her mouth that felt as if she was being cracked open like a nut and exposed as her most intimate self.

  She pulled one hand from his thigh and tentatively touched the sack underneath his large member. She’d always been curious about what balls were and now to feel them up close and personal.

  To be touching Finn’s balls. Another hot zing of pleasure shot down her spine and she groaned around Finn’s cock.

  His mouth dropped open and his eyebrows scrunched together like he found that especially pleasurable.

  So Sophia did it again. Groaning long and low as she pulled her other hand around to grab the base of him while she continued rolling his balls with her other.

  “Jesus Christ,” he hissed, sounding like he’d just run a marathon. “Jesus Christ, Soph.”

  Soph.

  It was the name he’d called her ever since they were just teenagers back in school. But now they were so much more. Now she knew what he looked like as his pleasure ramped up. She knew what his cock looked like. What he tasted like. A little bit of his seed had already erupted and she eagerly licked it from his slit and then started bobbing up and down on him.

  “Oh fuck.” He braced his hands on the wall above her head and always, always his eyes were on her. His words and noises became more incoherent the longer she was at it. She loved the way his hips jerked almost involuntarily.

  He was close. She didn’t know how she knew, but she did. She prepared herself for his seed. Last time, Jagger’s had been unexpected and she’d choked a little on it.

  But this time she prepared. Plus, Finn reached down and touched her cheek.

  “Soph. Soph. Christ, I’m— You should pull off.”

  Did he think she couldn’t handle it?

  Besides, she wanted all of him. So she only suctioned harder and swallowed him as far down her throat as she could manage.

  And when he erupted, the shock and the pained pleasure on his face was the most beautiful, powerful thing she’d ever seen, his gaze never moving from hers.

  Mario suckled her clit just right and her back arched as another orgasm hit her. Finn dropped a hand to cup the back of her head as his hips jerked slightly and even more of his seed spilled into her mouth.

  She swallowed it down as best as she could amid her own pleasure.

  Finn climbed off her as soon as he was finished, collapsing to her right. And then he grabbed her and kissed her deep, heedless of the fact that she’d only barely finished swallowing his seed.

  “Jesus, Soph,” he choked out, pressing his forehead to hers for a moment before devouring her lips again.

  His eyes searched hers and it looked like he was about to say something else. But just then, Jagger climbed up on the bed.

  She turned to look at Jagger and he dropped down to kiss her.

  She blinked in shock and then immediately looked over at Finn. Would he be mad?

  Finn’s eyebrows were furrowed like he was conflicted, but not mad especially.

  Jagger cupped the back of her head and urged her back toward Finn. “It’s all right. Keep kissing him. I just wanted a taste.”

  Finn looked as surprised by the action as Sophia felt but she eagerly grabbed at the opportunity and reached for Finn again.

  His lips were only a little less eager but at the slightest coaxing from Sophia, he was kissing her just as hungrily as ever, maybe even more so.

  Jagger began kissing down her chest, focusing his attention on her breasts.

  And then he began to rub his cock up and down her slit. Her breath hitched and he came back up to whisper in her ear even while Finn continued kissing her.

  “I won’t put it in, little dove. I know you’re still sore. But feeling how wet and soft you are drives me fucking insane. Now kiss Mario. Thank him for what a good job he did learning how to suck your delicious little clit.”

  Sophia kept clinging to the back of Finn’s head even as she turned to the left where indeed, Mario was waiting, his big warm body spread out on the other side of her.

  She dug her fingers in the long, raggedly cut hair at the back of Mario’s head and pulled his face toward hers.

  Mario’s lips were clumsy against hers but eager.

  All the while Jagger took his cock in hand and rubbed himself up and down her drenched sex, using his hardness to rub and circle her clitoris.

  Sophia bit and sucked on Mario’s bottom lip while Jagger continued using his cock to pleasure her. The low, guttural groan Mario rewarded her with was so freaking sexy.

  It was unreal.

  It was all unreal.

  Being surrounded by these three gorgeous men, all intent on her pleasure?

  She couldn’t wrap her head around it.

  She broke off from Mario and turned back to Finn.

  Sharing her seemed the most difficult on him, so she wanted to make sure he felt included.

  His lips were right there to meet hers and after several long minutes when she turned back to Mario, Finn didn’t simply lie passive.

  He lifted her hair and suckled the back of her neck, teased and bit at her earlobe, and best or worst of all, she wasn’t sure which, he whispered in her ear. “You’re beautiful. So goddamn beautiful, Soph, it about slices me in half.”

  Jagger kept playing with her down there, even teasing the tip of his cock into her opening. She could feel the huge width of him. But he kept his word. He didn’t push inside. But after the endless teasing and the multiple orgasms, she was about ready to beg him to.

  He notched his head at her entrance, pressing in the barest bit, and then he’d slide it up again through her folds to her clit where he’d continue his tortuous game of cat and mouse, pulling back right before she was ready to fall over the edge.

  Mario had become especially enchanted with her breasts, licking and flicking her nipples with his fingers and tongue, and Finn took the opportunity to monopolize her mouth again.
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br />   And then Jagger dropped his hips and began grinding on her in earnest, applying so much delicious pressure, sliding his fat cock up and down, the tip of his head catching on her nub with every thrust.

  “Oh,” she gasped against Finn’s mouth. “Oh!”

  And then her gasps became a wail as she came harder than she had all night.

  Finn drank up every cry, cupping her face as tears poured down her cheeks at the pleasure, his frantic whispers about how beautiful she was, how fucking beautiful she was, ringing in her ears.

  Chapter Fourteen

  JAGGER

  They were back on the road two days later. The men had come back with a lightweight open trailer hitched to the horses. It had good tires on it and fared well enough on the terrain without being too much of a strain on the animals. They tied a large piece of old nylon over the open top to protect Sophia from the sun.

  Sophia continued to argue that she didn’t need such preferential treatment but Jagger didn’t miss the look of relief on her face when they all saddled up on the morning of the fourth day and he ushered her in to lay on the pallet he’d put down in the trailer beside several plastic 5-gallon jugs of water.

  Toby looked like shit as he swung himself up on his horse. At least he managed to keep his seat.

  Jagger didn’t feel bad about it. He’d warned him not to drink so much. Granted the bastard hadn’t known the whiskey was tinged with arsenic, but still. At least it had kept him away from Sophia the two days they were all holed up together. He’d been either drunk or sick the whole time.

  Toby’s men kicked their horses so they rode on either side of Toby, no doubt to catch him if he fell off as they went.

  This was obviously not the first time they’d dealt with him hungover.

  Jagger smirked and shook his head.

  “Ride out!” he called and urged his horse forward.

  They rode hard that day to make up for lost time. Leo and his brother led the horses that pulled Sophia’s trailer. They stopped at Lindsey Lake to water the horses but that was the last natural water source for sixty miles.