Uncut (Unexpected Book 4) (49 page)

It doesn’t take long before Coop’s fingers leave me. He settles himself between my thighs and enters my back entrance slowly. His hard cock slides inch by inch, burying himself inside me. “Loosen up, baby. Don’t fight me,” Tristan whispers. The invasion overwhelms me. It’s tearing me from the inside out, but in a good way. Matt doesn’t move. He’s supporting our weight while Coop continues to seat himself all the way inside me carefully.

I feel both of them inside, stretching me, filling every empty corner I’ve ever had. “You okay, Butterfly?” Tristan asks, kissing the side of my neck. I whimper yes when he thrusts all the way in, his balls bouncing against my ass. Having them inside me feels like everything I’ve ever imagined, and much more. Every nerve inside my body is at maximum alert, reassuring me that this is where I am meant to be—where I belong. Between my guys.

In slow, lazy movements, Tristan thrusts in and out, before pushing me hard against Matt. I kiss Mattie, feeling bold enough to start riding him. I don’t wait for them to move, but as soon as Coop feels my body sway, he matches my pace and takes control of everything. From a slow rhythm, we work our way up to harder and faster thrusts as I become used to the invasion of the two of them. I am lost to all of the sensations, to both of them. Never before have I ever experienced such an intense feeling. My heart beats harder and faster for them—my men.

It doesn’t take long for the three of us to achieve the point of maximum ecstasy. My fingers dig into Matt’s back, as I ride out my second orgasm of the night. Moans, growls, and, “I love yous” are exchanged while we quiver in pleasure. As we collapse together, I bury my face on the pillow recovering my breath.

Tristan is the first who disappears, leaving my spent body in Matt’s arms. “Thank you for trying this, Butterfly,” he whispers, pulling his beautiful cock out of me and settling me into the bed. “When we’re ready, we should stop using condoms. I don’t want any barriers between us anymore—physically or mentally. We’ll do it when you’re ready.” I nod, closing my eyes from exhaustion.
And utter bliss.

A
fter spending Christmas with the Colthurst clan, we headed home.

What a week!

Today was busier than the previous days. It’s been freaking insane since Gabe’s brothers and sisters arrived with their large families. When Matt mentioned he had a big family, I under estimated the number of members. We cooked breakfast, lunch, and Christmas dinner for about a thousand people. Well, they’re less than that, but it was so much. Opening presents, keeping the children entertained, watching them as they used the indoor pools . . . Chris jokingly suggested that maybe the holidays should be permanently moved from Albany to Seattle. After all, they had the pond right in the premises and the kids could skate as many times as they wanted to during the trip.

I’m about to fall asleep from exhaustion. Matt scoops me from the floor as the elevator opens the doors on our floor.

“I can walk, Mattie.” I link my hands behind his neck.

“I know, but I want to pamper you. Plus it’s time to open our Christmas presents.”

“There’s more?”

Earlier we exchanged presents with his parents, AJ, Mason, Jacob and Pria. Each one of them gifted me something. Chris and Gabe gifted me a kit of essential oils, a kit of semi-precious rocks to create jewelry, and a pair of earrings that matched the ones they gave AJ and Pria. “For their girls,” they said. AJ and Mason gifted me a kit to make candles. Pria and Jacob gifted me a kit to make soaps. Candles and soaps are something I’ve wanted to dip my toes into but haven’t done yet. The fact that AJ and Pria remembered, meant a lot to me. Arthur Bradley gifted me a pair of butterfly earrings.

“Of course there’s more,” Matt murmurs in my ear. “We couldn’t end the day without giving you a special present.”

“An all-nighter?” I give him a peck.

“That’s a bonus.” Matt wiggles his eyebrows. “There better be some kind of compensation.”

He knocks on the door, and when it opens, the entire house is filled with candles. There’s a new grand piano in the middle of the living room. That explains why Tristan, Chris, and Matt disappeared for a couple hours today.

“But you’re a drummer,” I whisper in his ear, as I’m trying to hold back the tears.

“Yeah. Still you love when I play the piano, Butterfly, and I can do that right before we head to our room to end our night,” he murmurs back.

Matt places me on the couch, taking a seat beside me. Tristan stands near the Christmas tree holding a small box.

“We give you this as a symbol of our love, a representation of the three of us,” Tristan says, sitting down beside me and handing it to me. “You gave us the idea, but we added to the design.”

I rip apart the wrapping, snap open the red box, and find a silver pendant in the form of a triquetra. Two tiny keys joined by a circle where the triquetra symbol is. The symbol has a butterfly in the middle, and her wings are adorned with small diamonds.

“You are the key to our hearts,” Matt explains, then pulls out the triquetra pendant I made him when we started dating. “The butterfly . . . that’s you. The diamonds represent the light you bring to our lives.”

I look at the pendant, then my bracelet that reads, believe, dream, love, and the infinity sign. My heart flutters, and my chest swells with this big love I have for them. A love made possible by letting myself believe, dream, and of course love. Living fearlessly brought me here—to them. I still can’t comprehend how I found them, fell in love, and handed them my heart as if they’re the rightful owners.

“I . . . I love you,” I finally speak, trailing my fingers over Matt’s cheek and placing a peck on it. “Both.” I turn to find Coop. He places his mouth on my neck, his hand reaches my waist, and he pulls me to him.

“I love you, babe. Never doubt it.” Coop kisses my throat. His mouth slides to my cleavage and he sucks on my nipples.

Matt takes the box out of my hand, and in a matter of seconds he places the pendant around my neck. He grasps the zipper of my dress and as he pulls it down, his tongue traces the line of skin that starts to show.

“How do you want us tonight, Thea?” Matt’s voice is muffled by my skin. “Do you want to be in the middle?”

“Yes,” I say with a breathy voice I can’t recognize. Being touched by both men takes away all my coherence.

“Lean back,” Matt orders, peeling down the rest of the dress until it reaches the floor.

I never fail to notice that he takes command of everything, even our lovemaking. His hands caress my skin as they climb up my leg. Coop copies his movement and when his hands reach my knees they part my thighs. A soft moan escapes me, as their hands meet in the middle. Matt’s mouth takes my right breast as Coop takes the left. Matt’s calloused hand caresses my bud in small gentle circles while Coop’s fingers thrust inside me.

“Don’t come yet, Butterfly,” Matt instructs. “This is about resistance. We’re going to be here all night. The prelude to present number three.” His mouth runs up my neck and to my earlobe. “We’re heading to a tropical private island to celebrate the New Year. Merry Christmas.”

His mouth slides across my body and meets Coop’s. Their mouths crash, moving fast, as fast as their fingers do inside me and around my swollen flesh. Watching them quickens my breathing, my heart pounding faster making my chest heave. I can’t hold out any longer. They take me to my peak and I explode the moment one of them thrusts their finger inside my second hole.

I have my doubts I’d survive the night, but what a way to go.

“T
his is so amazing.” Thea rushes through the main room of the house where we’ll be staying for the next week. “Maybe Seattle was a bad choice; I should be living in the Caribbean.” As she jumps onto the bed, she directs her sweet eyes to Matt. “Can we do that? Move here forever?”

“You said this was a private island,” I protest, changing the subject, because this beautiful minx can snap her fingers and he’ll do whatever she says—and I’ll follow.

“It’s private; there’s one more house, but in a fifty-acre property,” Matt says, giving me a glare. “There’s no fucking way they’ll know we’re a couple, Coop.”

I growl and as I’m about to yell at him, Thea grins, sliding her hand down into his pants, unfastening them, and tugging his dick free. Commando. I lick my lips; my dick throbs as Thea flicks her tongue over his shaft. “Maybe today I can be the one calling the shots.”