The Men with the Golden Cuffs (Masters and Mercenaries #2)(115)

“You look like you could eat me up,” Adam said, his hips moving under hers. “I’ll let you later. Later I’ll f*ck your mouth and find that soft spot at the back of your throat. I’ll give you everything I have, but for now, I want this.”

He pulled at her hips, impaling her on his cock. He was so big, she had to work her way down, forcing him in, inch by amazing inch. He filled her until she wasn’t sure where Jake would fit.

“This is where I want to be all the time, Serena.” Adam twisted his hips up, lighting her from the inside out.

She’d just come, but she was sparking all over again.

“Put your chest against Adam’s, baby. Give me a little room to work.” Jake’s hand pressed on her back.

She let her breasts rub against the steel of Adam’s chest. Adam kissed her, his tongue playing with hers as Jake pressed his cock at the rim of her ass.

She whimpered a little as he started to push inside. It wasn’t pain, but it wasn’t pleasure either. That cock working its way in was dominance in its purest, most erotic form. She softened, willing herself to take him, to give him what he wanted because he’d held up his end of their bargain. He’d taken care of her, loved her, tried his damnedest to protect her, and he’d offered up his soul to her. She flattened her back, wanting nothing more than both men inside her body, taking the pleasure that belonged to them because she’d made it her gift.

“Fuck, she’s tight.” Jake’s cockhead finally slipped past the ring of muscles guarding her *. He held himself there for a moment, making Serena crazy. She felt so opened, bared to them both.

“Please, Jacob.” She was going to die if they didn’t start moving. She was caught on the precipice of something she’d never felt before, not even from them.

“Hush, baby. I know what I’m doing. Give me a second. This feels so beautiful. Do you know how happy you make me?” He pressed in, filling her with his dick.

She forced herself to obey him, to remain still. He’d given her nothing but pleasure. Even this was an odd mix of discomfiting fullness and intimacy. She felt pinned and trapped in the sweetest way possible.

Jake pressed forward until she could feel his balls against her. All the way. Both of her men were as far as they could go.

“Can you feel him?” Serena asked.

Adam’s smile lit up his face. “Yeah. You’re so tight this way. I feel him sliding against me. There are no words for it.”

But she could think of a few. Heaven. Joy. Perfection.

“Are you ready, baby?” Jake asked.

She’d been ready for this forever. “Oh, yes.”

Jake pulled out and Serena felt her fingers sink into Adam’s chest. So good. It had been hard to take him, but the slow drag of his cock out of her ass caused her to flare with sensation, nerves firing off in pleasure.

While Jake pulled out, Adam pressed up, grinding his pelvis against hers, hitting her clit.

And they were off. They found a pounding rhythm, a song made by their bodies, kept in perfect time.

Serena gave herself over. She was their beloved plaything, pulled and pushed and brought to the brink again and again. Their cocks slid in and out, pumping in time, until she wasn’t sure where the sensation was coming from. She just wanted more. Every way she moved was a new feeling, her ass lighting up or her * pushed to the edge.

Adam pressed up again, and she couldn’t hold it off a second longer. She let the orgasm take her. Serena wailed it out, unable to hold the sound in. She pushed back, taking Jake in and then forward to extract the maximum pleasure Adam’s cock offered.

Jake shouted behind her, the hot wash of his orgasm filling her ass. A second later, Adam joined him, pumping up until he had nothing left to give.

She fell forward, utterly exhausted and completely happy.

“You okay, baby?” Jake asked, settling in behind her.

Adam snuggled close. “Were we too rough?”

“You were perfect.”

Jake sat up, his hand moving to the nightstand. When he came back, he reached for her hands.

“Do it, buddy. This way she can’t run again.” Adam grinned.

Cool metal pressed around her wrists. Handcuffs. “Guys, I’m not going anywhere.”

There was a deep look of satisfaction on Jake’s face. “Nope. Not ever again. And I just might keep you chained to the bed for our whole honeymoon.”

He kissed her again, and then Adam had his turn. She couldn’t move her hands, but suddenly those cuffs seemed like the most beautiful jewelry she’d ever worn.





Chapter Twenty-Four


Serena hung the phone up, her head reeling a little.

“Who was it?” Chris asked. He sat beside Bridget on the patio with a margarita in his hand.

All around them, the party continued on. Her wedding party. She was married. She and Adam had gone to the justice of the peace, and she and Jake had solemnized their union at the club the night before. She had a wedding ring on her finger and a small gold collar around her neck, and her men had presented her with one more gift. A set of golden handcuffs to bind her. They had broken those cuffs in the night before, the perfect end to a perfect day.

Now all their friends were here, drinking and talking and wishing them well. Jake’s parents and brothers had even come in. They’d been thrilled Jake was involved with someone creative.