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He gives me this cocksure grin as he grips Everett’s hips roughly, thrusting into him with a force that sends Everett forward, which causes him to gag on Griffin’s cock. “Nice of you to join us.”

Chapter 10

Jade

Iam so very drunk right now. Either I’m dreaming, or this is a hallucination. It just can’t be. I mean, I had a feeling the guys had a thing for each other. They did their best to hide it, but I saw the way they would look at each other.

But seeing them in this position—this very panty-melting, sexy-as-hell position— yeah, I have got to be dreaming.

“Cat got your tongue, Trouble?” Zane taunts, his hazel eyes gleaming, catching the light of the lamp in the corner. His smirk fades before he lets out a deep groan, thrusting forward to shove his cock further into Everett’s ass.

For the smallest second, the nickname pierces my heart before another grunt brings me back to reality.

“You’re not real. This isn’t happening right now.” I shake my head in denial, moving over to sit in the chair next to the door. Leaning forward, I put my face in my hands and take a few deep breaths.

Still, as I try to clear my head, I hear the very erotic sounds of their pleasure as their skin slaps together.

“This is very much real, Jelly Bean,” Griffin pants. “Fuck, yes, Rett. That’s it, baby, choke on my cock.”

His dirty words have me lifting my face from my hands, and a shiver takes over my body. As I watch them, allowing my eyes to slowly eat up the sight before me, my breathing becomes labored as my belly tightens with arousal. I can’t deny that watching the three of them has my panties soaked with slick.

I should get up and leave. I shouldn’t be watching this. This is a very private moment that I’m intruding in on. Add in the fact that I hate these guys because they’re the men who destroyed my life, and I really shouldn’t be here.

Try telling that to drunk Jade, because she hasn’t seemed to have gotten that memo yet.

The fact that they haven’t asked me to leave or that they don’t seem to care that I’m here has me rooted to this seat.

If anything, when my eyes drift over to Zane’s again, I find him watching me; his eyes heavily lidded with lust as he continues to fuck into Everett.

“Stop overthinking, Jade,” he groans while slowing his movements. “Just sit back, watch, and enjoy the show. It is for you, after all.” He winks, then turns his attention back to the guys.

Zane grabs a handful of Everett’s hair and shoves his head forward, forcing him down on Griffin’s cock.

“Holy fuck,” I whimper, unable to hold back my reaction. It's like I’m lost in the three of them, caught in their web.

Griffin tosses his head back in pleasure, body glistening with sweat. “So fucking good,” he moans, then turns his head to look at me. “Isn’t he such a good boy, Jade? He takes my cock so well. Both of our cocks. He sure does know how to suck cock like a champ.” He drops his head forward, looking down at Everett with hungry eyes. “Don’t you, baby?” Everett looks up at him, with a look of pure awe and love in his eyes, even though tears leak from the corners.

My heart clenches in part jealousy, part longing.

Everett moans, nodding his head. The movement makes him take more of Griffin, and he gags.

“You're such a good boy.” Griffin runs his hands through Everett’s hair. Everett sighs, his eyes fluttering closed at his touch before Griffin grabs a handful and pulls, making Everett whimper.

“What you meant to say is that he’s a dirty little whore,” Zane corrects with a deep, husky, sex-filled chuckle as he slaps Everett on the ass. “Our little cock slut. So fucking drunk on our dicks, aren't you, baby?”

Everett’s response is another moan around Griffin’s cock.

Leaning back in my seat, I just continue to watch. Drunk Jade is here for the show. I don’t even think I’d be able to make myself leave if I tried.

As I move, I try everything not to rub my thighs together, but it's so damn hard. I’m so turned on by the live show that I feel like I might go mad if I don’t relieve some of the tension.

I might not be able to smell their scents but their pheromones are still affecting me. I’m needy, horny, and want nothing more than to be on that bed between them. For their mouths to be on me, for them to be calling me a good girl, and their cocks to be in my holes.

Get a fucking hold of yourself, Jade. These men are the enemy, and you're piss drunk. This isn’t you talking, it’s the omega in you. Be strong.

“God, this is so fucking hot,” I whine, shifting in my seat, unable to handle the burning in my core.

Shit, did I say that out loud?

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