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Jake has all the plates of cake, and Lachy brings a thick blanket and a couple pillows, which he uses to cover the dining table.

“What’s going on?”

Ryan lays me on the table, sporting a cheeky grin. “It turns out the best way to eat tres leches cake is off you. Now spread wide, beautiful.”

My chest is heaving. This is perhaps the hottest thing I’m about to do besides sleeping with three men at the same time. I do as he asks and spread my legs. With eyes blazing and locked on mine, he smears cake over my pubic bone. I’m glad I had a full Brazilian wax the other day.

My head is propped up by the pillows, and I hold his stare when he brings his mouth down and his tongue darts out to lick a piece of cake off me. My clit throbs, making me gasp. “Ryan...”

I’m so turned on that I could probably climax without being touched anywhere else.

“Peaches...” He digs his fingers into my inner thighs, spreading them farther apart, and runs his tongue down until he finds my clit. My hips would have buckled if Ryan wasn’t holding me in place.

Jake holds his plate over my stomach, drawing my attention to him. As if daring me to stop him, he tilts it over slowly, and juices from the cake drip down on me, cool and sticky. He sets the plate aside before bending over to lick the sweetness off my skin. Ryan keeps working my clit, teasing it with side-to-side strokes. I’m completely losing my mind already. I never knew how many different types of pleasure I could feel.

“You look so delicious, lass.” Lachy smears a little bit of cake over my lips, then leans down to kiss me. His tongue is slow and sensuous. He’s really taking the time to savor me.

He covers my left breast with his big, calloused hand and kneads it carefully as he kisses me. I’m unraveling quickly, and when Jake moves up a bit and sucks my right nipple into his mouth, I lose it. My entire body quakes as wisps of desire spread through my body like wildfire. Lachy’s kiss deepens, Jake sucks my nipple harder, and Ryan is fucking me now with his fingers. I’m not even sure I can keep track of all the delicious things they’re doing to me.

I’m soaring high, uncaring what will happen to me when I come crashing down. That’s tomorrow’s problem. Tonight, all that matters is how happy these men make me.

CHAPTER 39

JUNE

My resolution to skip the boys’ game tonight went up in flames after the cake-eating fiesta last night. I arrive at the arena late on purpose and miss the warm-up to avoid having a lot of idle time for conversation. But my seat is in the same row as the WAGs, so I don’t escape the interrogation like I’d hoped.

“June, your life is like a fairytale,” Maya, Banksy’s wife, tells me. She’s a petite and bubbly brunette, cute as a button. I liked her instantly.

“No, it’s a romantic comedy,” Fiona, Ian’s fiancée, pipes up. “Jake, the bad boy captain, swooping in to save the day. I knew he had a romantic side to him.”

“Uh, we’re just friends,” I remind them.

I don’t want anyone thinking I’m Jake’s girlfriend, because I don’t know if that’s true. I’m not even sure if I want a boyfriend…or three.

“I was actually surprised,” Wendy pipes up. “But I’m happy for you, even if you’re only friends.”

Somehow, I get the sense she doesn’t mean it. I’m not sure why, but I don’t get good vibes from her. Maybe it’s because she’s cold, and she stares at me as if trying to read my mind.

“Oh my God. You’re not going to believe who was spotted making their way to the VIP area,” Maya says while staring at her phone.

“Who?” Fiona leans closer to peek at Maya’s screen.

“Lorena Pearson.”

“No way!” Now Fiona scrolls through her phone as well.

Wendy chuckles. “That’s ballsy.”

“Who’s Lorena Pearson?” I ask.

Maya looks at me, her eyes showing a glint of pity now. “Lachy’s ex-fiancée.”

My heart clenches painfully. Proverbial dagger, straight into it. Lachy was engaged?

“When was he engaged?” I ask, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Last year. They were only engaged for a few months before he broke things off,” Fiona answers.

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