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Ryland pulls back and dips his head, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. He bites and sucks until I squirm between them. Miller’s hand slides into my shorts, and he swirls a finger around my clit until I’m on the very edge of an orgasm, my body primed to detonate, and then they both pull away. Leaving me breathless, panting, and needy, they exit the closet without another word.

Chapter 24

“What the fuck?” I shriek out as they close the door behind them. I hear the two of them chuckle followed by the sounds of their feet on the stairs above me.

“Mac?” The door opens, and the bright light blinds me. I hold up a hand, not caring that my breasts are still exposed to whoever it is. “What happened?” Dayton looks delightfully confused before his eyes drift in the direction of the upper story. “What kind of game are those fuckers playing now?” he demands, sounding annoyed, but I just grab his shirt and tug him into the closet with me.

“One that makes you lucky,” I snap as I wrap my arms around his body and kiss him hard. They worked me up, and they probably thought I would go on my date with Dayton as a hot mess, but I’m not waiting for the date to get what I need.

Dayton doesn’t react for a moment, and I start to pull away, worried I misread this whole thing, but in a flash, he has his shirt over his head and my bra undone. Our naked torsos push together as he takes control of the kiss, kissing me like I’m the very air he needs to breathe.

“Fuck,” he curses against my lips. “I swore I would take this slow and woo you like you’ve never been,” he mumbles as I unbuckle his jeans and reach into his pants, wrapping my hand around his cock.

He groans when I stroke my fist up and down his thick length. I’m excited to get my hands on his body, having been denied before.

“Date later, cock now,” I tell him, and he doesn’t leave me disappointed. He makes quick work of my shorts and tights, sliding them down my body and leaving kisses along the way to unlace my boots. I nudge them off before he moves back up my body, lifting and pinning me against the wall. His mouth takes mine as he lines himself up and slides forward, coating himself in my dripping pussy, primed by the two assholes who left me hanging. Dayton notches himself at my entrance and thrusts hard. Both of us moan loudly, and I watch with wide-eyed delight as I completely unravel this hard to shake man in front of me. His eyes blaze with need in the light of the hallway, the door behind us still open. His neck muscles are taut with control as his fingers dig into the curves of my ass. He pulls back and slides forward again, and my eyes drift closed as I revel in the sensation, his cock long and thick and filling me perfectly.

There’s almost a desperate feeling to our joining. It’s like if we don’t do it now, it’s never going to happen. I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing myself as close to him as I can, melding my body to his as he continues to pound his cock into my pussy. It feels amazing, my pussy pulsing every time he brushes across the perfect spot inside me. Something about our position gives him the perfect angle for it to happen every time. My nipples tighten, and my toes curl up as my orgasm races to completion. I’m not worried about the noises I make here in this house, and the words coming from my mouth are dirty and loud as Dayton’s pounding gets even more enthusiastic.

“Yes, God, yes! Your cock feels so good. It fills me perfectly.”

One of his hands drifts down, and he flicks a finger over my clit, before tugging on the ring. I’m so close, but I want him there too, so I lean in and whisper in his ear.

“I want you to fill me with your cum. I want to feel it drip down my thighs.”

His raspy moan echoes through the small closet, and I feel his other hand brush against my asshole.

“Going to take you here next time. I want to see my cum dripping out of that.” He takes my dirty words and doubles down. Who would have thought he had it in him? The pressure of his finger on my clit and asshole, and the filthy as fuck words coming from his mouth are enough to send me flying.

“Fuck yes!” I scream, throwing my head back against the wall, not even wincing at the pain as my pussy clamps down around him, my nerve endings screaming with pleasure as my orgasm explodes. Dayton does his best to thrust through it, but after two thrusts, I feel his hot cum paint my walls. He shudders and groans, trying to keep us both upright in the tiny space.

A sound of surprise has me looking over Dayton’s shoulder, and I vaguely remember hearing the garage door open and close, but I was so distracted that I didn’t think anything of it.

Dayton’s head is against my shoulder, and the two of us are heaving in much needed air after our little fuck fest. Sweat drips off his brow and onto me, and I feel his body tense as he turns to look at the man staring at us in surprise. I like that Dayton gives him a look like he’s asking, “What’s your problem?”

Max is standing there, briefcase in hand, with his eyebrows raised. “Having a good afternoon?” he asks, sounding slightly annoyed. “I thought you were going on a date.”

Dayton flips him off before pulling out of me and allowing my legs to drop to the ground. He pulls his jeans up, which only got as far as his knees, and fastens them before reaching for his shirt. He uses it to clean me before helping me get dressed, not bothering to answer Max’s snippy question.

“Sounds like you had a shitty afternoon,” Dayton says conversationally, turning to face his friend. It gives me a moment to get my clothes back on, blocking me from Max’s intense scrutiny. “How about you pull your head out of your ass and not take your bad mood out on us?”

“Fuck off, D. You’ve had it easy this mission,” Max sneers before storming off down the corridor, and Dayton turns back to face me.

“Sorry, baby, I wasn’t thinking. I should have pulled the door closed,” he apologizes, bending down to pick up my shoes and tights before grabbing my hand and guiding me out of the closet. I get a little thrill at the endearment from him. I love it, but I try not to show it. “Actually, no, he’s right. I should have taken you on that date first.” He sounds so disappointed with himself, and I tug against his grip, bringing us both to a stop.

“Stop right there. I very much enjoyed what we just did, and there is nothing to stop you from still taking me on a date where I hope what just happened in the closet occurs again in the back of your car. Don’t let his bad mood ruin what was a fucking amazing experience.” I get up on my tiptoes and press a kiss against his lips.

“Come on, let’s go see what’s up his ass.” He pulls away, and we walk hand in hand toward the kitchen where we find Max, Anders, and Lathan. Lathan is busy with his deep dive into the women’s backgrounds, and Anders and Max both have beers. Max almost drains his in one go.

“What bug is up your ass?” Dayton drops my boots and stockings by the door, clapping his friend on the shoulder before going to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of wine. He grabs a glass out of the cupboard and pours some in before passing it to me, then he returns the bottle to the fridge and gets himself and Lathan a soda.

“Come sit next to me, sweet thing,” Anders calls, winking at me. “You look like you got hit by a hurricane between the garage and here,” he jokes, and I self-consciously finger comb my hair before pulling my shit together and flipping him off.

“You look beautiful,” Lathan says, absently looking up from his laptop before returning to it. Yup, this guy makes my heart race. I can’t believe none of them seem particularly upset that I was fucking Dayton in the closet mere minutes ago. Well, all except Max.

“Those assholes dragged me into the closet, got me worked up, and bailed, leaving me hanging, so Dayton took one for the team,” I tease, taking a sip of my wine, and he chuckles.

“He doesn’t seem too upset about that. Things appear to be going better with you and Miller as well.” Anders points his bottle of beer at me. “I knew the power of a good blow job would solve everything.” It’s like he’s taking credit for Miller’s change of heart.

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