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Within minutes, Rue was crying out with every stroke. Dillon’s breath was hot and heavy against the back of my ear. I could feel every inch of him as he withdrew almost to the point of pulling out, only to slam back in with a forceful grunt. Normally, I’d have pushed back on him, but this time his movements shoved me into Rue, and the three of us met when none of us could get any deeper.

The blend of pleasure coming from both Dillon inside me and me being inside Rue was insane. To think that some people went their whole lives without experiencing how incredible this felt. I was reaching my climax, getting closer with every passing second. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and while I’d normally fight against it, trying to put off the moment, I didn’t have any more strength left in me.

I kissed Rue again, tasting her sweet lips and touching her tongue with mine, but she seemed as close to losing it as I was. Her eyes were half shut, her breathing short and frantic. Little cries pealed from between her lips, and her breasts bounced as she was slammed between me and Kodee. Hearing those noises only brought me closer, my balls tightening hard, the ache to release myself becoming almost unbearable.

“Oh, God,” she cried. “Oh, fuck.”

Her pussy pulsed around me, her inner muscles gripping me tight. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I released myself in a rush of hot fluid and mind-blowing pleasure.

Dillon and Kodee came seconds later, Dillon filling me with his face buried against the back of my neck and his groans of bliss in my ear.

We fell in a heap together, all breathing hard, skin slippery with sweat, our hearts pounding as one. I held Rue closer, Dillon cuddled in behind me, Kodee behind Rue.

And the rush of endorphins swept away the pain.

Chapter Ten

Rue

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A GENTLE HAND SHOOK me awake.

“Timmo’s back,” Kodee said. “We can’t let him find us like this.”

We were a tangle of arms and legs, and a mess of sticky, sweaty bodies, with the stink of sex in the room.

Shit.

“Use the bathroom,” he told me. “The rest of us can just throw some clothes on. We’ll wash up later.”

We’d also all fallen asleep together, something we’d promised ourselves would never happen again because of what Ryan did in his sleep. But no one was hurt—this time, at least. Still, my stomach churned with anxiety at the possibility of what might have happened.

We didn’t have time to worry about all of that now. I grabbed my clothes and ran for the bathroom, feeling decidedly slippery between my thighs. There was an old, chipped porcelain tub, with a shower head in a holder. A threadbare towel hung from a rail. I quickly turned on the water and stepped in, washed myself down using an old bar of soap, not even giving the water time to warm up. Then I jumped out again and toweled myself off and hurriedly threw my clothes back on. I definitely didn’t want the old guy to find me like this, or any of us, for that matter. I didn’t know how much he was aware of our current situation, but I doubted he’d be happy about us all sharing.

I emerged from the bathroom, and Ryan slipped in after me, kissing the top of my head as he passed by. He’d put his leg back on while I was showering.

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