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It’s hard to focus on riding him while Ryan is fingering my asshole. Why did I think I could do this?

As if reading my mind, Ryan pulls his finger out, allowing me to get the full impact of riding Jake’s pierced cock. Whoever looked at a dick and thought Hmm, I think I’ll run a piece of metal through it, I thank them. The Apadravya piercing is hitting me in a spot that’s turning my body into mush. I’m moaning out loud, and I don’t even care what I sound like.

“Are you enjoying yourself, kitten?” Jake asks in a voice that’s tight, almost as if he’s trying to control himself.

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Lean toward Jake, sugar. Show me your pretty hole.”

I swallow the ball of nerves that’s making my stomach tighten. This is it. I know if I said I changed my mind, they’d stop, but I want this... I need this.

Following Ryan’s command, I lean forward and lift my ass a bit, careful to keep Jake inside of me. He caresses my cheek and smiles. “You’re doing so well, June.”

“Don’t jinx me!”

Jake and Lachlan chuckle, making me laugh too. My amusement is cut short when Jake presses his thumb over my clit, then swipes left and right.

I close my eyes for a second. “Oh, this feels good.”

Ryan teases my hole with the head of his cock, and involuntarily, my legs tense.

“It’s okay, June. Try to relax,” he says.

Lachlan pinches my chin with his thumb and index finger and turns my face to him. He kisses me again, slow and delicious. Jake keeps teasing my clit, and the pressure continues building between my legs. My muscles start to relax, and Ryan slides in a bit more. It burns a little but nothing unbearable. He keeps moving, going deeper inch by inch until his pelvis is flush with my butt. He’s all the way in.

“Fuck, June. You’re squeezing me so good. How does it feel for you?”

Lachlan breaks the kiss, allowing me to answer, “Really good.”

“Are you ready to kick this up a notch?” Jake asks.

I first lock eyes with him, then I look at Lachlan. “I still have one hole to fill.”

The right corner of his lips twists upward. “That you have, lass.” He curls his fingers around the base of his cock, then, with his free hand, he cups the back of my head, guiding me toward his erection. “Open that filthy mouth wide, beautiful.”

I swallow his entire length until the tip hits the back of my throat, drawing a groan from him. Jake is still gripping my hips, and he takes control. He moves his pelvis upward, impaling me with each thrust. His piercing is wreaking havoc inside me already. My body tingles as the pressure builds, front and back. Ryan is moving faster now, stretching me in a way I didn’t know was possible. It burns a little, but the pain is mixed with a different kind of pleasure. Different sensations assault me, and I’m suddenly caught in a vortex, not knowing which way is up or down. Lachlan pistons in and out of my mouth, fucking me in earnest now. He grabs a fistful of my hair, twisting it around his hand tightly. His grunts become louder and mix with Jake’s and Ryan’s groans of pleasure. I’d be making sounds too, if my mouth wasn’t occupied.

This is the ultimate test on multitasking. I have no clue if I’m doing things right, but I’m on the verge of ecstasy, and I can’t be bothered to worry. My body is fragmenting into a million pieces, and when the climax hits me, it’s like everything in my life finally makes sense. I’m nothing but stardust, but I’ve never felt more whole.

CHAPTER 12

JUNE

Iwake up on my back in the middle of a king-size bed with a strong arm wrapped around my stomach. Lachlan’s. On my other side, Jake is snuggled against me, and his leg is covering mine. I’m the meat in a delicious hockey-player sandwich. The bed wasn’t big enough for four people, so Ryan ended up sleeping on the couch. He said he sleeps better alone anyway.

I crane my neck, trying to see the clock on the nightstand. It’s ten to six. Shit. Time to go. The dream is over, and now I must face reality, and deal with the fact I’m not Cinderella and this isn’t a fairy tale. I can’t believe I actually slept with three men last night. I’m still not sure how I feel about it. Do I regret it? No. It was the best experience of my life, but guilt sneaks in. If my mother ever found out, she’d say I belong to Sodom or Gomorrah.

Carefully, I slide Lachlan’s arm off me and dislodge Jake’s leg from the top of mine. The last thing I want is to suffer an awkward morning-after. I don’t know the protocol, because I’ve never had one before. Slowly, since the sides are blocked, I slink toward the end of the bed. I manage to escape without waking the boys, and it’s a miracle. Now I need to find my clothes, get dressed, and skedaddle.

My bladder is about to burst, but using the bathroom is not an option. The toilet flushing will surely wake them.I’ll use the restroom in the hotel lobby.

Ryan is sleeping on his stomach, completely naked. I stop for a second to admire the view and commit it to memory. The defined muscles of his wide back are visible even in that relaxed position. And don’t get me started on his tush. I touched and scratched his butt a few times last night, and I can see the red marks I left behind.

His face is turned toward the back of the couch, resting over his left arm. My chest feels heavy as the realization hits me that this is the last time I’ll see him, Lachlan, and Jake.

No, I can’t get sad now. Catching feelings for them after one night would be too damn stupid.

I spot my dress and underwear neatly folded on top of the coffee table, and my purse right next to the pile. That’s not where I left them. Ryan must have put them there. Since he’s not facing me and seems to be in a deep sleep, I get dressed in the living room as quickly as I can. I can zip up my dress only halfway, but it’ll have to do. My sandals are still under the table.

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