Leah's Triplet Mates by Cara Adams Page A

door.
    “You look beautiful,” said Bram, handing her a red rose.
    “Thank you.”
    “Have fuuun,” chorused her sisters.
    Bram opened the passenger door of the car and helped her inside while Hardy climbed into the driver’s seat. Instead of starting the engine, he handed her a small parcel. “I have a gift for you, too, but I didn’t want you to open it in front of your family.”
    She gave him a surprised look, murmured, “Thank you,” and opened the pink wrapping paper. Inside was a tiny pair of lace panties. She was surprised to see that were the correct size.
    “Thank you,” she said again.
    “Because I destroyed the ones you were wearing the other day, and I’m not sorry about it either. It was worth it.”
    Leah giggled. “Does that mean you’ll destroy these as well?”
    Saxon leaned over the back of the seat and breathed hot air against her neck. “If you stayed naked all the time, we wouldn’t need to undress you.”
    She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I’d be arrested in five minutes.”
    “Not if you were in our dungeon and our bed.” He licked a wet line up her neck, and Leah shivered with lust. Dammit, that was hot.
    The food was great, but Leah was more interested in the men. One or another of them was constantly holding her hand, stoking her arm or her thigh, or gazing deeply into her eyes. She had no idea what they spoke about. What was far more important was the communication made without words. Her breasts were full and aching with the need to be touched. Her cunt felt so empty, and her entire body longed to be touched a hell of a lot more intimately.
    Once the band began to play, Saxon took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. Saxon made no attempt to do any fancy steps. He pulled her into his arms, held her firmly, and mostly just swayed from side to side. She felt warm and safe wrapped up in him like that, but she was also very aware of the thick ridge of his cock pressing into her belly and her own pussy full of cream with the need to be possessed.
    After a little while, Hardy stood behind her and tapped her shoulder. Saxon turned her around into Hardy’s arms. He moved a few steps this way and that as they danced, but he pressed his entire body against hers, just as Saxon had done, and the desire in her rose higher.
    By the time Bram took his turn, Leah’s knees were weak and wobbly with need, and she rested her head on his shoulder, unable to do much more than that.
    Saxon and Hardy joined them on the dance floor.
    “Are you ready to come with us?” asked Saxon.
    Leah just nodded. Her mouth was dry and her brain so filled with the haze of lust she could hardly formulate her thoughts.
    For the first time, Saxon drove, and Hardy and Bram climbed into the backseat, with her pressed between them. Before she could query the arrangement, Hardy had pushed the red shirt up and lifted a breast out of her sundress. She gasped as his lips covered the nipple and he began to suck. Bram held her thigh and lifted her leg over his legs, widening her cunt and pushing her weight back on her ass. With his fingertips, he teased a line up the inside of her leg, petting and stroking the skin of her inner thigh until her body was begging for more. Her untouched breast ached with need, and her cunt was clenching with the desperate desire to be touched.
    “Touch me, please,” she begged.
    “Oh we plan to. We plan to touch every inch of you. But not until Saxon is beside us,” said Hardy.
    Fuck! I suppose that’s only fair. But damn. I need them now.
    Bram kept his fingers on her leg but leaned forward and kissed her lips. His were warm and soft, yet demanding. Gradually, he increased his demands until she opened her mouth and his tongue slid inside. The moment his tongue possessed her mouth, his fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties, and one digit penetrated her cunt. Her aching, needy pussy clenched on it, wanting a whole lot more than a single finger inside her, but he