Colters' Lady (Colters' Legacy #2)(69)

Seth settled in on the other side of her and slid his hand over her knee and up her thigh. He stared intently at her as his hand caressed her leg and then his grip tightened, silently conveying the emotion she saw in his eyes.

She tilted toward him, inhaling his scent. “I do, you know.”

Seth’s lips found hers, a gentle smooch. “I love you too,” he whispered. “And you’re welcome to come maul me in my office anytime you want.”

She laughed but couldn’t keep the heat from her cheeks as she remembered a much more explicit mauling that had taken place in Dillon’s office at the pub.

“Why do I get the impression there’s something I’m missing here?” Michael asked with a raised eyebrow as he portioned out slices of chicken onto each plate.

“I visited Seth and Dillon at work today,” she said with an innocent grin. “But don’t be grumbly. You got your special attention last night before they came home.”

Dillon’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? Do tell.”

“A massage,” Michael said smugly. “Then she might have had her wicked way with me.”

“And you think you’re the one missing out?” Seth asked.

“Oh hush,” Lily scolded. “You can have a massage anytime you want one.”

“I just want her to come into the office every day for lunch,” Dillon smirked.

Both brothers turned to stare at Dillon and Lily smacked him hard on the arm.

They all laughed together, and the sweetness of the moment surged like honey through Lily’s blood. They ate, joked. Laughter filled the air. Joy. And contentment.

She sighed as she looked between them all. Perfection.

When they finished eating, Dillon got up and collected all the plates. He dumped them into the dishwasher without so much as a rinse. Lily shook her head.

“What?” he asked.

“You don’t stick plates with food on it in the dishwasher,” she said in exasperation.

“Why the hell not? It’s a dishwasher. It washes dishes. If I was going to hand wash them, I wouldn’t need the dishwasher.”

Michael and Seth both laughed but nodded their agreement.

“Besides, now I’m all done and we can move onto more important things,” Dillon said with a wicked grin.

She raised one eyebrow. “Such as?”

“Such as you, naked, in the living room.”

“Oh hell yes,” Michael muttered.

“That gets my vote,” Seth volunteered.

“Is that all you guys ever think about?” she asked in mock surprise.

“Yes!” came the answer from all three.

She laughed and turned, her fingers already at the waist of her jeans. She hurried into the living room, followed closely by the others.

When she reached the center, she stopped and turned to see them all standing still just inside the doorway, their eyes riveted to her.

“What?” she asked.

“We’re waiting,” Michael said.

Her fingers shaking—not from nervousness—she slowly undressed, taking her time with each piece as she pulled the clothing from her body.

She kicked away her shoes and jeans and stood before them, clad only in her bra and panties. Their gazes burned over her, touching fire to her nerve endings. Her ni**les hardened, pushing against the delicate lace of her bra.

She reached behind her to slowly unhook the bra and then let the straps fall down her shoulders. Prolonging their anticipation, she took her time, shielding the cups with her arms before finally allowing the rest of the bra to fall away, bearing her br**sts to their avid gazes.

“I’m not doing a solo strip tease,” she said huskily. “And you can’t make love to me fully clothed.”

Her words pushed them into motion. They spread out, undressing with speed that amused her. Jeans and shirts and a uniform were tossed in all directions, and then three naked and very aroused men stalked toward her.

“Oh hell,” she murmured as she backed away.

Michael circled behind her, trapping her between him and Dillon and Seth. He pressed into her back, his erection sliding up and down the seam of her ass before coming to rest in the small of her back.

He reached around to cup her br**sts, plumping them outward, offering them up like twin prizes.

“Bend over,” he commanded. “Right there over the arm of the couch.”

Excitement fluttered deep in her chest, and her pu**y clenched tight with need.

He went with her, pressing into her, forcing her to bend until her hands came down to brace against the cushions. All the while Seth and Dillon stood, watching, their eyes glittering with arousal.

There was only a brief moment of hesitation. She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then his hand brushed over her ass. A moment later, he found her heat, fitting the broad head of his c**k to her pu**y.

He pushed into her, full and aching, stretching her to accommodate his width. He pushed again, tilting her ass a little higher and then thrust down, deep, so very deep that she gasped at the incredible stretching sensation.

“Get me some KY,” Michael told one of his brothers, his voice tight and hoarse as he uttered the command.

The soft sound of footsteps told her that one of them was doing as he’d asked. Her mind was alive with the possibilities, with curiosity. Anticipation licked over her skin, leaving her tingly and alive and restless.