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Shit. I’m staring at her tits. My eyes dart back to hers, and she smiles like the cat who ate the canary. “And I have what I’ve always dreamed of. Two gorgeous men who spend way too much time worrying about pleasing me and too little time thinking about their own needs. And rest assured….” She licks her lips and studies us. “I’ll never forget this moment or the one in the kitchen.”

She saunters toward us and caresses our faces. She turns first to me. “Don’t think for one second, I don’t know that you were terrified to fall for Sunny, but the way you treat her with love and respect makes me love you that much more. I adore listening to you make her laugh.”

Her gaze switches to Oliver. “And I know you were afraid you’d never have feelings for one woman. So, to have your love is a gift. A gift that no chocolate, strawberries, or diamond chokers could ever surpass. I love you both with my entire heart, and I’m blessed that you’ve taken us into your hearts and made us a home. Thank you.”

I blink back tears as we hold her tightly against our chests and nuzzle her neck to keep from breaking down. Being with her is more than any man could hope for. I’ll never understand how her ex could neglect and gaslight her. He had an angel in his midst and threw it away. But I won’t, I never will.

When I’m composed, I cup her face. “Rylee, I love you.” Before she can reply, I claim her mouth, coaxing her lips apart and teasing her tongue until we’re both panting and eager for more.

“Enough,” Oliver growls and pries her mouth from mine. “I love you, princess. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“I know.” She stands on her tiptoes and yanks him down to her. The furiousness of their embrace destroys the last remnant of my control. I thread my hands into her hair and yank her head back. “Delicate or raw? You’ve got about five seconds to decide before I decide for you.”

She grins and waggles her eyebrows. “Dirty and raw. Just how I love it. Command me. Dominate me. Claim me. Make me yours. And only yours.”

I groan and thank my lucky stars that this woman walked into my life when she did.

Chapter Twenty

Rylee

I want passion. Not to be pampered. I appreciate that Axel wishes we had a romantic night together, but I don’t need it. I want everyday romance. I need to know that they can’t get enough of me. That means more than flowers and chocolate.

After spending five years in a loveless, mostly sexless marriage, devouring books about being ravished, I now have two men who’ll gladly make those fantasies come true. Sign me up. Now. And tonight, we don’t have to be quiet as Sunny will be safely tucked in at Sage’s house. Okay, we aren’t that quiet anyway.

As they remove their shirts, it’s like watching reality and a reflection in the mirror. Only they move simultaneously with the same dark expressions on their faces. When they both reach for their belts at the same time, my knees get weak, and my heart pounds in my chest. They make me so wet that my thighs are coated with desire, and it’ll take little effort on their part to bring me to orgasm.

“On your knees.” Axel tips his chin out and holds the belt edge in his fist. “On your hands and knees.”

“Yes, sir.” I drop to my knees onto the thick white carpet and flip my hair to one side. The last thing I want is for my view of them to be ruined.

“So beautiful.” Oliver bites his lower lip and slides the belt out of its hook, holding it in his hand. “I love seeing those full tits swaying as you watch us.”

“Yes. And someday soon, they’ll grow bigger from our baby growing in your belly.”

Those words warm me even more. The thought of getting pregnant with their child and having the baby wanted from the moment of conception is beyond my wildest dreams. But first, I need to get a divorce from my ex. Because I don’t want there to be any chance a judge would try and keep us together until the baby is born so a blood draw could be performed. Especially since there’s no chance it could be his anyway.

“Crawl to us.” Axel snaps the belt as Oliver unfastens his jeans and withdraws his engorged cock. The sight of him stroking his erection while watching me crawl on all fours makes me feel wanton and free. Free to explore who I want to be. Freedom to be me.

“That’s a good girl. Seeing you like that makes me feral. I want to mount you and fill you with my cum until it seeps down your legs.” He slips his thumb over the head of his dick, smearing his pre-cum along the seam.

I shudder and squeeze the walls of my sex together. “Don’t.” Oliver shakes his head.

“What?” I stare up at him innocently, even though I know what he’s chastising me for. They’re greedy and won’t let me pleasure myself unless I’m directed to do so. I fight back a smile. If I don’t, my coyness will earn me a swat on the butt.

“You know what you’re doing.” Axel loops the belt around my neck and unfastens his jeans with his free hand. His erection is as swollen and ready as Oliver’s. I whimper in anticipation. “Up.”

When I’m on my knees and at eye level with their erections, Oliver says, “You were being naughty. Good girls don’t clamp their walls together. That’s what dirty little sluts do.”

“What happens to good girls who don’t follow the rules?” My heart races. I should hate being called names, but when they do it, I love it. They spend so much time focusing on me, I’m dying for the opportunity to suck them off.

“They get shown what it means to be a bad girl.” Axel tightens the belt and draws me closer until all I smell is soap and the musky scent of sex.

“I don’t think she’s a good girl.” Oliver fists my hair. “Look at these eyes drinking us in and that mouth begging to suck our dicks.” He yanks until the hairs pull my scalp. “And those nipples wouldn’t be puckered so tight they could be used as erasers.”

“You’re so right, brother. I bet if we felt that pussy it would be drenched. And that clit….” He presses the head of his cock to my mouth, causing the bead of moisture to slide along the seam and land on my bottom lip. “I bet that clit is so fat and swollen.”

I whimper and lick my lips, savoring the taste of his desire. It’s too much. I need more. I squeeze my thighs together.

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