Marrying Mari by Elyse Snow

gripped. “Mmmmm,” she murmured against his lips. “Delicious.” He lifted and turned her, settled her straddling his lap.
    Ethan’s hands spread across her back. He kissed her nape, his lips slid to the side of her neck and laid small, biting kisses along her collarbone. He slipped fingers into her hair and tilted her head back, pressing his lips to hers, taking over again.
    She shifted, kneeling over Gabe’s lap. She could feel his erection under her, pressing up against her tingling pussy, with only thin layers of soft cotton and silk between them. Pulled between the two men, unable to stop herself, she undulated against the thick ridge teasing her.
    Gabriel groaned and pressed back up against her, clutching her with hands suddenly urgent and fierce. She bit his lower lip, and he cupped her bottom, stroking himself against her. “Get naked,” he spit out. “Now.”
    All three were breathing heavily, riding the shared arousal of the kiss, but Ethan ground out, “Wait.”
    Both Mari and Gabriel groaned. Her head flopped onto his shoulder. Gabe glared at his best friend. “Dammit, Ethan!”
    He glared right back, but spoke gently to Mari “You were a virgin. I hurt you.”
    She put one hand on his cheek. “Only technically, and no, you did not hurt me.”
    “Fuck technically. And I did.”
    “I liked—no, loved everything you did to me, both of you. And I want more, not less. Okay? More. Now. Here. Is that clear enough for you?” She turned back to Gabriel. “Get naked. Now.”
    He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” Putting her away from him, he began stripping off his shirt, his sweatpants, his socks.
    Mari kissed Ethan lightly on the lips, stroked his cheek again. “You too, bossy. Get ’em off. We’re supposed to be mating.”
    He frowned at her. “You’re still bruised.”
    She rolled her eyes. “So don’t poke my bruises. Ethan, I need you. Please? I’m going crazy sharing your platonic bed.” She kissed him, harder. “Please!”
    He stared at her another moment, then hugged her. “Whatever you want. Now. But then we’re going to talk,” he whispered in her ear. “Serious talk-with-clothes-on talk.” He pulled the silk pajama top off, leaving her torso naked. “Later.” His eyes ran over her. His gaze was hot on her skin.
    Big hands spanned her waist, and thumbs pressed into the dimples in her lower back. Gabriel’s long fingers spread across her belly, and he pulled her against him, until her bottom nestled against his erection. Keeping her eyes open and on Ethan as he stood beside the bed and undressed, Mari slid her arms up around Gabriel’s neck. She arched against the big man, enjoying the sensual play. Gabe lifted his hands and cupped her breasts, pressing her back against his thick muscles of his chest and abdomen. His forefingers played teasingly with her nipples, and she moaned. Her honey gushed between her legs. Her clit throbbed. She spread her knees wider and rotated her hips, knowing Ethan could see everything. Gabriel pressed the ridge of his erection between the firm cheeks of her bottom.
    She moaned again, and watched with hazy eyes as Ethan tossed his last item of clothing aside and settled back onto the bed, against the pile of white-cased pillows against the headboard.
    His aroused cock was as gorgeous, as long and thick as Mari remembered it being.
    But then Gabriel pinched her hard, hypersensitive nipples, and she rubbed her back against the front of his torso like a cat, loving the slightly abrasive feel of his chest hair. He softly snarled in her ear, “Don’t tease.”
    She smirked at him over her shoulder. “Don’t you want to play, Gabriel?”
    He kissed her, hard. “Oh, sugar, I want to play. How about you, Ethan?”
    “Oh, yes. Come here.”
    Behind her, Gabe pushed her forward, lightly, onto her hands and knees. Ethan circled his heavy cock with one hand and beckoned her with the other.
    Mariella released the breath she’d been holding. She moved forward,