Power Drilled (Roommates, #8)(49)

I could’ve suggested we move the sleeping bags to the smaller bedroom. Or the loft, the living room, or even the backyard.

But I didn’t.

Reid still had my hand in his. He tugged on it, and I turned to face him. He looked me in the eye as he spoke. “We were thinking… maybe we should all sleep on the bed tonight.”

Time seemed to stop, and so did my pulse and my need for air. I stood there, frozen, but after I finally remembered how to draw in a breath again, I smiled. “I’d like that.”





21





PENNY





Jackson insisted that I wear the bridesmaid dress to bed. I was willing to do pretty much anything when he looked at me with so much longing, but I still wanted to know why.

He looked a little sheepish. “You were so fucking gorgeous at the wedding today… but I spent half the time wondering what it would be like to peel you out of this dress.”

Hunter chuckled, and the look on Jackson’s face grew defensive.

“I don’t see what’s wrong with that,” I said.

Hunter smirked. “I was just laughing because I was thinking the same thing at the reception.” Both he and Jackson turned to look at Reid.

“I wasn’t even there, so my thoughts today were pure.” Then he grinned. “Plus, I got to take her dress off last night.”

“You what?” Jackson said, his voice rising rapidly. He pretended to take a swing at his brother, but I reached out and stilled his arm.

“It’s technically true, but not quite what you think.”

Reid nodded. “I’m hoping that tonight, there will be less crying involved.”

I laughed at the bemused expressions on Hunter and Jackson’s faces. “At any rate, today’s a new day. I’m just going to go lay in the middle of that big bed, and hopefully someone will join me.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Hunter said.

The beautiful rose-colored gown already made me feel like a princess, but when I lay down in the middle of the bed, it felt even more like a fairy tale. Like I was Snow White waiting for my prince to come. Except there were three men who had the power to change my world with a single kiss.

My eyes were closed, but I felt someone climb onto the bed on my left. And then on my right. The mattress dipped more on the right, so I figured there were two triplets over there.

I kept my eyes closed as I shivered slightly. Not from cold, but from anticipation.

Then long fingers stroked my hair. I pressed my head against the hand, enjoying the soothing strokes. Then another hand trailed along my side. And then one on my thigh.

I moaned as practically every part of me was being stroked and rubbed at once. There were six hands attached to three men who clearly knew a woman liked to be touched. That alone was almost enough to send me over the edge.

My hips lifted off the bed as I squirmed under the delicious sensations, but then someone straddled me, pressing my hips back down. “Wha—”

The question died on my lips as someone kissed me, slowly and thoroughly. I wondered who, but then I realized it didn’t matter. It was someone I liked—and someone who liked me. That was all that mattered. That, and the fact that it was someone I was pretty sure I was falling in love with.

The man kissing me placed his hands on my shoulders and eased the straps of my dress down. The two men on either side took over, sliding the straps down my arms.

As my dress got tugged down, the man kissing me followed. He nibbled on my throat as my back arched. Then he peppered little kisses down my chest, right in the middle of my breasts. Then he worked his way down to my navel.

Strong fingers captured my nipples, and I gasped. Though I knew it was two different men rubbing and teasing my nipples, they seemed to be working in harmony. It felt so good to feel them touching me in tandem.

Strong hands tugged my dress down further, and most of my abdomen was exposed. The man on top of me tasted and nibbled on me there, and I unconsciously parted my legs, hoping he’d go there next.

Then they tugged the dress off entirely, leaving me naked except for the thigh high stockings the bridesmaids had worn.

Someone gave a low whistle—probably Hunter. The mouth that had been tantalizing me moved lower, brushing past my mound. My legs parted, and then there was a strong hand on each of my thighs, spreading me open.

I groaned, my eyes still closed. This was so intense. The mystery of who was touching me. The gentle teasing. The anticipation. I ground my hips against the bed, aware that they could see every part of me.

And aware that they wanted me.

Warm air blew across my slit, and I nearly jumped. Then someone stroked my hair, and a voice whispered in my ear. “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” I breathed back, and while one man had his head near mine, another man kissed my heated folds.

He lapped at the outside of my slit, making long strokes with his tongue. As I moaned, another mouth descended on me—this one on my right nipple.

I squirmed against the twisted sheets below me. It was almost too much pressure—the mouth sucking on my nipple, and the tongue exploring my folds. Then the third man captured my left nipple between his lips, and I nearly bucked my hips off the bed. But the man between my legs kept hold of me, spreading me, giving himself more room to lick and explore. He took his time, and by the time he zeroed in on my clit, I was writhing around on the bed. It was both too much and not enough. I needed to come—I needed to explode into a million pieces. And when the man between my legs slid a finger into my opening, I did.