3 Men of the House: An MFMM Romance by Daphne Dawn

Author:Daphne Dawn [Dawn, Daphne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Triumvirate Press
Published: 2017-10-24T03:00:00+00:00

Carly

I shouldn’t have asked him up to my apartment. I know that. Hell, I shouldn’t even have let him kiss me.

But he is so fucking hot, wearing his Levi’s that are faded in all the right places and that collared shirt that makes his arms and his chest look so big. I just couldn’t help it. When he kissed me, I had to kiss him back.

I am drunk and completely aware of it. And I don’t care. Maybe that is because I’m drunk, but I don’t think about that too much. My head is light and airy, and I feel beautiful. I know that he looks at my body as I climb every step to my apartment on the second floor. I know that his eyes are glued to my ass when we walk to my front door, and I know that his fingers smell like me because of how he’d touched me in the car.

I don’t just want to send him home.

When I unlock my door and invite him in, he barely stays away from me to close and lock the door behind us. He is on top of me in no time, driving me backward until my back is against the wall next to the door. I bump the small table next to the door–where I put my keys and my handbag–with my hip, and the wooden elephant ornament falls off. It makes a dull thud on the carpet, and I don’t care if it is broken or not.

“Sorry,” Kevin mumbles against my lips.

I don’t respond. Instead, I put my arms around his neck and let him kiss me harder. His tongue is in my mouth, and he tastes like whiskey. I could still feel his fingers between my legs, the friction caused by his rough skin left behind like a ghost of what he’d done to me in the car.

I want more. I am so wet, it’s crazy. I can feel my panties soaked through.

He finds the hem of my dress and lifts it up, peeling it off my body. When he steps back to give himself space to maneuver, I lift my arms like a child to let him pull the dress over my head. I stand in front of him in black lace underwear, one of the matching sets that always makes me feel like a million bucks.

“God, you’re so fucking hot, Carly,” he says.

He kisses me again before I can answer, his hands going for my breasts, He massages them and squeezes them through the material. He peels the lace cups to the side and squeezes my nipples, tugging at them until I moan into his mouth. He pins me against the wall with his hips, grinding his hard cock against my pubic bone.

I am starting to get frustrated. I want more. I want all of it. I reach for his shirt and unbutton it, peeling it off his shoulders. He lets go of me, and I pull the shirt down. He helps me and throws the shirt on the floor.

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