Read Online Complete Bliss (a Her Billionaires novella #3) by Julia Kent - Free Book Online
Authors: Julia Kent
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction
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surly with Darla and only seemed to chill when they were having sex. All three of them.
Which was right now.
God, Darla was so hot. Lush and sweet and ripe, with eyes that invited you to come and play. Come have fun. Come let loose.
Just… come . He had a permanent hard-on whenever he was around her, and no amount of sex satisfied it.
Joe seemed to be the same way, except he resented the fact that Trevor lived in the same city as Darla. Tough shit, dude. You chose to go to law school in Philadelphia. Not my fault I live closer to her and get the benefit of all her pent-up need for you.
How could you have a girlfriend like that and still be an uptight asshole? Joe managed to do it somehow, and while Trevor had been easygoing about plenty of things in his long-running friendship and now, er…whateverthefuck you called this “relationship,” he was sick and tired of Joe’s bullshit. Calling him on it was well past being overdue.
But not right now when they were both, quite literally, inside Darla. You couldn’t share a body in that kind of close proximity and—
“Oh, Trev, right there,” she moaned. How she knew which man was in which place was a mystery to him, but one he didn’t spend many brain cells on, at least right now, because if he had any brain cells they were all congregated in the tip of his dick, and the rest were inside his balls, ready to rocket-ship out of his body and into hers.
Darla’s fevered face was over him, completely absorbed in her own pleasure. He stared, transfixed, always turned on by watching her enjoy herself. It was a feeling he didn’t know existed, or at least hadn’t experienced, until he’d met her. Touched her. Teased and tasted her, and gotten intimate with her. You could have plenty of sex without intimacy, he’d realized recently. But the letting someone inside your head and heart was so much better than just letting them touch your body.
And when you could do all three, it was fucking awesome.
His back arched as he slid slowly in and out of her, Joe behind Darla, their bodies mingled together, sweat making them slippery. Darla clenched so hard around his cock that he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, and his body surged, knowing she was close. Red fire shot through him and his thoughts dissipated, her soft flesh in his anxious palms, hands needing to touch whatever he could of her to cling as they both—all three, actually—fell off the cliff into the cavern of climactic bliss.
This was what it felt like to be complete.
He needed them both right here, right now, and especially Darla right fucking there .
She cried out both their names. The sound of her hoarse, uncontrolled release made him come, the three of them turning into nothing but surging muscle and spasming need, thrusts and friction and joy in one tangled bunch of limbs, curves and hard lines like a relief map of fucking amazing sex, and as Trevor rooted himself inside Darla and she crashed and crashed and crashed like waves hitting a breaker wall, a series of thoughts shot through his mind:
This is what love feels like . Not inside your heart or mind, but on your skin, musky and slick with fibers buzzing and grasping.
This is what love tastes like . Salty and free, sweet and sassy, like an orgasm on the tongue.
This is what love sounds like . His name, shattering the huffing cloud of sighs and groans, called out by a throat so perfect he could only answer Darla’s calls with a kiss to that soft spot on her neck.
This is what love is .
Everything was more complete with Joe there, but they didn’t talk about that, either. Love and Joe occupied two very distinct parts of Trevor’s brain, like the two elements were radioactive when they got anywhere near each other, so he kept them in lead-lined box inside his head.
He couldn’t deny it, though. Had stopped fighting it, mostly. Feeling whole left him with a kind of bliss that made the three of them a force of nature that no one
Which was right now.
God, Darla was so hot. Lush and sweet and ripe, with eyes that invited you to come and play. Come have fun. Come let loose.
Just… come . He had a permanent hard-on whenever he was around her, and no amount of sex satisfied it.
Joe seemed to be the same way, except he resented the fact that Trevor lived in the same city as Darla. Tough shit, dude. You chose to go to law school in Philadelphia. Not my fault I live closer to her and get the benefit of all her pent-up need for you.
How could you have a girlfriend like that and still be an uptight asshole? Joe managed to do it somehow, and while Trevor had been easygoing about plenty of things in his long-running friendship and now, er…whateverthefuck you called this “relationship,” he was sick and tired of Joe’s bullshit. Calling him on it was well past being overdue.
But not right now when they were both, quite literally, inside Darla. You couldn’t share a body in that kind of close proximity and—
“Oh, Trev, right there,” she moaned. How she knew which man was in which place was a mystery to him, but one he didn’t spend many brain cells on, at least right now, because if he had any brain cells they were all congregated in the tip of his dick, and the rest were inside his balls, ready to rocket-ship out of his body and into hers.
Darla’s fevered face was over him, completely absorbed in her own pleasure. He stared, transfixed, always turned on by watching her enjoy herself. It was a feeling he didn’t know existed, or at least hadn’t experienced, until he’d met her. Touched her. Teased and tasted her, and gotten intimate with her. You could have plenty of sex without intimacy, he’d realized recently. But the letting someone inside your head and heart was so much better than just letting them touch your body.
And when you could do all three, it was fucking awesome.
His back arched as he slid slowly in and out of her, Joe behind Darla, their bodies mingled together, sweat making them slippery. Darla clenched so hard around his cock that he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, and his body surged, knowing she was close. Red fire shot through him and his thoughts dissipated, her soft flesh in his anxious palms, hands needing to touch whatever he could of her to cling as they both—all three, actually—fell off the cliff into the cavern of climactic bliss.
This was what it felt like to be complete.
He needed them both right here, right now, and especially Darla right fucking there .
She cried out both their names. The sound of her hoarse, uncontrolled release made him come, the three of them turning into nothing but surging muscle and spasming need, thrusts and friction and joy in one tangled bunch of limbs, curves and hard lines like a relief map of fucking amazing sex, and as Trevor rooted himself inside Darla and she crashed and crashed and crashed like waves hitting a breaker wall, a series of thoughts shot through his mind:
This is what love feels like . Not inside your heart or mind, but on your skin, musky and slick with fibers buzzing and grasping.
This is what love tastes like . Salty and free, sweet and sassy, like an orgasm on the tongue.
This is what love sounds like . His name, shattering the huffing cloud of sighs and groans, called out by a throat so perfect he could only answer Darla’s calls with a kiss to that soft spot on her neck.
This is what love is .
Everything was more complete with Joe there, but they didn’t talk about that, either. Love and Joe occupied two very distinct parts of Trevor’s brain, like the two elements were radioactive when they got anywhere near each other, so he kept them in lead-lined box inside his head.
He couldn’t deny it, though. Had stopped fighting it, mostly. Feeling whole left him with a kind of bliss that made the three of them a force of nature that no one
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