Second Chance Summer: Menage Romance Novel (Midnight Cove Menage Book 1) by Marie Carnay Page B
Authors: Marie Carnay
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buried himself. He broke the kiss, pulled back and fucked her.
Yes! With Blake braced behind her and Devin in front of her, she was home. Held tight and fast and treasured. Every kiss—every flick of a finger and thrust of a cock—brought the memories back.
Her best friends. They knew what she needed without her saying a word. Knew how to turn her on. Take her. Push her limits. She could fight it and them and the whole idea of a threesome until her last breath. But nothing would steal that moment.
That high.
Devin thrust again and she groaned. She’d been flying from the first orgasm, undone and weightless and queen of the world with the second. But this was more. “Harder, Devin. Take me harder.”
He grunted his reply, picking her ass up off the bed as he pushed her legs up higher. With his strength, he wedged her into Blake’s body as he bent her legs up to her chest. He pumped and she cried out. Oh God! She didn’t know what deep was before.
They consumed her, filled her, turned her liquid. All she could do was hold on as Devin fucked her senseless. He pummeled her body, slamming her back into Blake’s chest again and again. She scrabbled on the bed, digging her nails into the sheets as Blake’s fingers slipped between their bodies. He palmed her belly and she shook in anticipation.
A single rub of his thumb across her needy clit and she came, heat and light and euphoria exploding inside her. Her eyes fluttered shut, she tossed her head, and Devin groaned.
His cock pulsed in time to the clench of her muscles around it—his orgasm following her trail.
As the last of his shudders subsided, Devin pulled back and let her legs fall to the floor. They’d wrecked her.
----
S ummer rolled over and her arm flew out.
“Ungh.”
What the…? She bolted upright, sheets twisting around her as Blake shifted next to her. Blinking back the fog of sleep, she took a shaky breath. I slept with Blake.
A snore on the other side of her naked thigh made her turn. And Devin .
Oh my God.
I slept with Blake and Devin. Again.
Easing the sheets off her lower body, she pulled herself free of the tangled mess. She crawled off the bed in the darkness and slipped down onto the floor. Toes on cold tile shocked her fully awake.
This can’t be happening. Not again. I have to get out of here. She crouched and scoured the floor, lifting up discarded pants and dress shirts. Underwear and socks. Her panties had landed in a corner between a surfboard and a life vest. Her bra? Flung beneath a chair.
God, they must have been animals. She closed her eyes and it rushed back. Primal. Intense. Everything she’d wanted. Shit .
She tugged on her panties and hooked her bra. Now where the hell is my dress?
One of the men stirred and she froze. Don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up. She glanced over the edge of the bed at the tangled mass of men and sheets and comforter. Hard bodies she’d licked all over. Cocks she’d had inside her. Part of her wanted to say screw it and crawl back into bed. Face reality later.
But her best friend was getting married the next day and she had to be at the spa in… Where the hell’s a clock? She glanced at the bedside table. Shit! Two hours!
She couldn’t miss out on a day with Mandy. Not when she was getting married. Summer hustled out of the room and into the hall. Her dress laid where they’d dropped it, crumpled in a heap.
God . The walk of shame would be epic. She slipped the dress on and zipped up the back. Wrinkled didn’t begin to describe it. She picked up her heels and rushed to the front door.
Blake and Devin would understand. They’d have to. Summer found her purse by the front door and fished out her phone. Please be up. Please. She swiped it open and typed a text.
Any chance you’re awake? I need a favor.
She waited for Mandy to respond. Come on. Come on. Ding!
Awake. Not caffeinated. This better be good.
Summer snorted as she typed. I slept with Blake and Devin. I need a
Yes! With Blake braced behind her and Devin in front of her, she was home. Held tight and fast and treasured. Every kiss—every flick of a finger and thrust of a cock—brought the memories back.
Her best friends. They knew what she needed without her saying a word. Knew how to turn her on. Take her. Push her limits. She could fight it and them and the whole idea of a threesome until her last breath. But nothing would steal that moment.
That high.
Devin thrust again and she groaned. She’d been flying from the first orgasm, undone and weightless and queen of the world with the second. But this was more. “Harder, Devin. Take me harder.”
He grunted his reply, picking her ass up off the bed as he pushed her legs up higher. With his strength, he wedged her into Blake’s body as he bent her legs up to her chest. He pumped and she cried out. Oh God! She didn’t know what deep was before.
They consumed her, filled her, turned her liquid. All she could do was hold on as Devin fucked her senseless. He pummeled her body, slamming her back into Blake’s chest again and again. She scrabbled on the bed, digging her nails into the sheets as Blake’s fingers slipped between their bodies. He palmed her belly and she shook in anticipation.
A single rub of his thumb across her needy clit and she came, heat and light and euphoria exploding inside her. Her eyes fluttered shut, she tossed her head, and Devin groaned.
His cock pulsed in time to the clench of her muscles around it—his orgasm following her trail.
As the last of his shudders subsided, Devin pulled back and let her legs fall to the floor. They’d wrecked her.
----
S ummer rolled over and her arm flew out.
“Ungh.”
What the…? She bolted upright, sheets twisting around her as Blake shifted next to her. Blinking back the fog of sleep, she took a shaky breath. I slept with Blake.
A snore on the other side of her naked thigh made her turn. And Devin .
Oh my God.
I slept with Blake and Devin. Again.
Easing the sheets off her lower body, she pulled herself free of the tangled mess. She crawled off the bed in the darkness and slipped down onto the floor. Toes on cold tile shocked her fully awake.
This can’t be happening. Not again. I have to get out of here. She crouched and scoured the floor, lifting up discarded pants and dress shirts. Underwear and socks. Her panties had landed in a corner between a surfboard and a life vest. Her bra? Flung beneath a chair.
God, they must have been animals. She closed her eyes and it rushed back. Primal. Intense. Everything she’d wanted. Shit .
She tugged on her panties and hooked her bra. Now where the hell is my dress?
One of the men stirred and she froze. Don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up. She glanced over the edge of the bed at the tangled mass of men and sheets and comforter. Hard bodies she’d licked all over. Cocks she’d had inside her. Part of her wanted to say screw it and crawl back into bed. Face reality later.
But her best friend was getting married the next day and she had to be at the spa in… Where the hell’s a clock? She glanced at the bedside table. Shit! Two hours!
She couldn’t miss out on a day with Mandy. Not when she was getting married. Summer hustled out of the room and into the hall. Her dress laid where they’d dropped it, crumpled in a heap.
God . The walk of shame would be epic. She slipped the dress on and zipped up the back. Wrinkled didn’t begin to describe it. She picked up her heels and rushed to the front door.
Blake and Devin would understand. They’d have to. Summer found her purse by the front door and fished out her phone. Please be up. Please. She swiped it open and typed a text.
Any chance you’re awake? I need a favor.
She waited for Mandy to respond. Come on. Come on. Ding!
Awake. Not caffeinated. This better be good.
Summer snorted as she typed. I slept with Blake and Devin. I need a
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