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The head is flushed and glistening with pre-cum, a bead of it sliding down the underside of his shaft. I lean down and drag my tongue along his length, tasting the salty sweetness of his arousal.

“Fuck me, sugar,” he groans, this low rumbling sound in his chest. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

I flatten my tongue and swirl it around the head. His body shudders beneath me, and I see his hands clenched at his sides, like he’s holding himself back.

Using my free hand, I grasp one of his fists, and place his hand on the back of my head. He threads his fingers into my hair, but doesn’t apply too much pressure. I take him deep into my throat, gagging slightly as I go further than I’ve ever gone before.

“Alright, sugar, you’ve had your fun,” Bane says with labored breaths. “But if you don’t stop, I’m going to fucking come down that pretty throat of yours.”

I let his cock slip from my mouth with a pop. I grin even as I continue to stroke him. “Good, that’s kind of the point.”

He chuckles darkly, a wicked grin darkening his face. “I’ve got a better idea, sugar. Hop on up, we’re going to come together.”

I stand up, and sink into his lap, grateful to past-me for choosing a dress to wear today.

“Let me take care of you first,” he murmurs, dragging his lips down my neck and sliding his fingers underneath my panties. “Jesus, sugar, is this all for me?” he murmurs, playing with my arousal.

He sinks two fingers inside of me, and I reflexively tighten my grip on his cock. He makes this sound that’s halfway between a grunt and a groan, his hips flexing. So I do it again, and again.

“Fuck me, sugar. That’s too good.” He palms my waist, scooting me forward until I’m poised over him.

I hold his gaze as I slowly lower myself, torturing both of us with pleasure. Our moans mix together in the air, creating a symphony of desire. Every movement sends sparks of electricity dancing through my body, tingling with anticipation for what’s to come.

In this moment, nothing else exists except for us, lost in the pure bliss of each other.

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The backdoor slams, the loud crack of aluminum on wood sharp enough to yank me from utter bliss. I freeze at the sound, my thighs flexing as I hold my position poised over Bane.

Panic sings inside my veins at the idea of someone walking in on us like this. Me, frozen with my knees on either side of Bane's thick thighs, straddling him with the first couple of inches of his hard cock inside of me.

And the alarm waging war with my arousal has nothing to do with shame and everything to do with the current minefield that is my love life. And my complete lack of navigational skills.

Multiple men aside, there are a lot of people who have access to this house that absolutely do not need to see me in such a compromising position. At the top of the list are his aunt and his nephew, both of which frequently walk in, as improbable as it is—it’s the most detrimental. Then there’s my cousin and apparently my mother. And let’s not forget my backstabbing sister.

In fact, I should probably preemptively crawl into a dark hole and possibly never emerge again, sparing all of us the awkward situation.

"You here, sweetheart?" Nova calls.

Relief hits me hard, and I sink onto Bane's lap with an exhale. He grunts his appreciation, his hands smoothing up along my ribs. The relief is short-lived as panic of an entirely different kind blossoms inside of me. It bursts into full bloom like one of those yellow wildflowers in the backyard.

"Shit," I whisper-hiss. "Shit, shit, shit." My thoughts scramble in slow-motion, my brain begging my body to catch up. But she's still riding high on those delicious endorphins.

It's one thing to say that I have feelings for all three of them, but it's another thing entirely for them to have a front-row seat, to witness it. Not when they all run through random bursts of jealousy.

I won't lie and say that there isn't a little part of me that preens under their possessiveness. But I never want it to get out of control, and I would hate myself if I ever came between the three of them.

So, yeah, the idea of Nova walking in here and seeing me ride Bane like this makes me feel a little bit like a trapped butterfly. I flex my thighs and push to my knees once more, intent on dismounting off of Bane and sitting next to him instead.

I'm still wearing my dress for fuck's sake, so I've already convinced myself that I can sell this. I don't even know why I'm freaking out so hard, just that I am. And I don't know how to stop.

Bane's warm hands glide along my ribcage, soothing the rapid thumping of my heart. His gentle touch eases my panic, as if he can read my thoughts and knows exactly what to do.

"It's alright, sugar," he murmurs in that low tenor that does stupid things to my brain. "Trust me, yeah?"

My eyes widen as they meet his. The dim light of the living room turns his deep brown eyes nearly black, and I can't look away. They draw me in, hypnotizing and endless like the night sky in the heart of winter.

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