her.
“That’s what I want, hot stuff—your sweet cream all over my cock. Next time I’m going to shoot your perfect little ass full of my cum.”
A wordless cry was all she could manage as another round of pussy-clenching bliss shuddered through every cell in her body.
“You’re wrecking me.” His hips bucked against her and more spurts of cum splashed her spasming sex.
Long moments passed as they trembled together. Then he sighed. “Believe me, I’d rather stay with you the rest of my life, but I’ve got to relieve Vilmos.”
Minka climbed off his lap, stood on shaky legs, and looked for her clothes.
“You are so incredibly perfect.” Lorcan steadied her, kissed her nose and guided her onto the warm seat he’d just left. He gathered her pants and sweater and tugged them on her boneless limbs before snapping his armor into place and yanking on his own clothes. He flashed his crooked grin. “Vilmos isn’t going to appreciate you dressing for him.”
She met his gaze and saw the teasing sparks in his dark eyes and another jolt of heat rushed from her small breasts up her neck to blush her cheeks.
Vilmos’ stomp on the stairs put an end to Lorcan’s teasing, if not her embarrassment.
“Anything I need to watch for?” Lorcan asked.
Without taking his hungry gaze away from Minka, Vilmos shook his head.
“Later, hot stuff.” Lorcan winked and left.
Minka flushed again, no doubt adding a fresh wash of rosy color to her face. Keeping busy to avoid the force of his scrutiny, she stacked the dirty plates and flatware with shaky hands. “There’s coffee, wonderful buns, and a fabulous casserole.”
Before she had a chance to finish clearing, Vilmos whisked the rest of the dishes to the sink. “Not what I am hungry for, dear.”
His gruff voice rippled through her like she’d injected an aphrodisiac.
Oh my God, I’ve turned into a sex freak.
Faced with her own indisputable lust, she scurried for the privacy of the bathroom. Like a frightened little mouse, she squeaked over her shoulder, “Be right back.”
She applied a cold, moist washcloth to her flaming cheeks. What was it about these guys? Or had she changed so much that three different mechs aroused her?
On an impulse, she turned the hot water handle and steam poured from the faucet. Despite the temptation to ease her frustrations with a luxurious soak, she was not going to hide in the tub; besides, even gentle, quiet Vilmos would probably come looking for her. Plus she owed him an apology for acting like a coward.
Still trembling inside and out, she worked lather into the cloth and cleaned her feminine folds, taking care to rinse off all the soap and thoroughly dry her channel. After brushing her teeth, combing her hair, and checking on her still-damp undies, she’d run out of excuses to hide.
When she reentered the kitchen, the dishes were put away and the table spotless.
Taking up way more room than any ordinary man, doc leaned against the counter, sipped from a thermos, and watched her with so much heat his gaze seared right through her baggy sweater and tightened her nipples into pointed need.
There was nothing ordinary about any of the mechs. Each was perfect in his own way. All of them should come with warning labels—too hot to handle. Not that labels would’ve saved her.
Although Vilmos was the quietest and the gentlest of the triad, when he was protecting her, he rippled with deadly male menace. The even more intimidating Batzorg touched her with a delicacy that completely melted her resistance. Lorcan’s teasing didn’t hide his fierce protective nature or his tender heart.
She was only human. How could she possibly resist any of them?
“Batzorg is strong and smart and a natural leader. Lorcan is fun besides being a genius in the kitchen and a logistics miracle worker. I am nothing exciting. I understand if you don’t want me.” He ducked his head, hiding his hungry eyes.
“Oh my God, that’s not the problem.
“That’s what I want, hot stuff—your sweet cream all over my cock. Next time I’m going to shoot your perfect little ass full of my cum.”
A wordless cry was all she could manage as another round of pussy-clenching bliss shuddered through every cell in her body.
“You’re wrecking me.” His hips bucked against her and more spurts of cum splashed her spasming sex.
Long moments passed as they trembled together. Then he sighed. “Believe me, I’d rather stay with you the rest of my life, but I’ve got to relieve Vilmos.”
Minka climbed off his lap, stood on shaky legs, and looked for her clothes.
“You are so incredibly perfect.” Lorcan steadied her, kissed her nose and guided her onto the warm seat he’d just left. He gathered her pants and sweater and tugged them on her boneless limbs before snapping his armor into place and yanking on his own clothes. He flashed his crooked grin. “Vilmos isn’t going to appreciate you dressing for him.”
She met his gaze and saw the teasing sparks in his dark eyes and another jolt of heat rushed from her small breasts up her neck to blush her cheeks.
Vilmos’ stomp on the stairs put an end to Lorcan’s teasing, if not her embarrassment.
“Anything I need to watch for?” Lorcan asked.
Without taking his hungry gaze away from Minka, Vilmos shook his head.
“Later, hot stuff.” Lorcan winked and left.
Minka flushed again, no doubt adding a fresh wash of rosy color to her face. Keeping busy to avoid the force of his scrutiny, she stacked the dirty plates and flatware with shaky hands. “There’s coffee, wonderful buns, and a fabulous casserole.”
Before she had a chance to finish clearing, Vilmos whisked the rest of the dishes to the sink. “Not what I am hungry for, dear.”
His gruff voice rippled through her like she’d injected an aphrodisiac.
Oh my God, I’ve turned into a sex freak.
Faced with her own indisputable lust, she scurried for the privacy of the bathroom. Like a frightened little mouse, she squeaked over her shoulder, “Be right back.”
She applied a cold, moist washcloth to her flaming cheeks. What was it about these guys? Or had she changed so much that three different mechs aroused her?
On an impulse, she turned the hot water handle and steam poured from the faucet. Despite the temptation to ease her frustrations with a luxurious soak, she was not going to hide in the tub; besides, even gentle, quiet Vilmos would probably come looking for her. Plus she owed him an apology for acting like a coward.
Still trembling inside and out, she worked lather into the cloth and cleaned her feminine folds, taking care to rinse off all the soap and thoroughly dry her channel. After brushing her teeth, combing her hair, and checking on her still-damp undies, she’d run out of excuses to hide.
When she reentered the kitchen, the dishes were put away and the table spotless.
Taking up way more room than any ordinary man, doc leaned against the counter, sipped from a thermos, and watched her with so much heat his gaze seared right through her baggy sweater and tightened her nipples into pointed need.
There was nothing ordinary about any of the mechs. Each was perfect in his own way. All of them should come with warning labels—too hot to handle. Not that labels would’ve saved her.
Although Vilmos was the quietest and the gentlest of the triad, when he was protecting her, he rippled with deadly male menace. The even more intimidating Batzorg touched her with a delicacy that completely melted her resistance. Lorcan’s teasing didn’t hide his fierce protective nature or his tender heart.
She was only human. How could she possibly resist any of them?
“Batzorg is strong and smart and a natural leader. Lorcan is fun besides being a genius in the kitchen and a logistics miracle worker. I am nothing exciting. I understand if you don’t want me.” He ducked his head, hiding his hungry eyes.
“Oh my God, that’s not the problem.
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