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“We can do that,” he says as he makes his way up my body.

The three of us share a kiss before he turns me on my side to face him. He drapes my broken wrist over his shoulder as Frankie moves in behind me. Sam bends my leg until my knee is almost touching my chest. Frankie holds it in place as Sam guides himself inside me. The only sounds in the room are a raspy-voiced female singing about seeing red and my arousal. I’m wet, but unsure if I’m wet enough to fit two of them inside me without lube.

Frankie spreads my arse cheeks, opening me up, and I must flinch or give some tell because Sam instantly pauses.

“You okay?” he asks. “Did I hurt you?”

Shaking my head, I say, “I know I’m wet, but I think we’ll need lube for me to fit both of you without it hurting.”

Sam’s eyes look over my shoulder, and I feel Frankie move away. The bathroom light goes on and I hear drawers and cupboards opening.

“You okay?” Sam asks again with a frown, and I nod.

“I’m fine. Stop worrying.”

“Can’t help it. You worry me.”

“Why?”

“Aha!” Frankie calls from the bathroom.

“I dread to think what he’s found,” Sam states before kissing my nose.

“I’m not done with this conversation,” I tell him.

Frankie reappears behind Sam with a jar of something white.

“Coconut oil,” he states as he scoops a handful from the jar. “It’ll turn back to liquid if I warm it up.”

I don’t question where it came from or why it’s here, I’m just grateful he found something, and I can see the word organic on the jar. Why that matters, I don’t know, but it makes me feel better.

He moves around the bed, rubbing his hands together, the smell of coconut filling the room, and then he’s behind me. Sam pushes my knee back up and holds it in place, and Frankie presses into me.

He slides in easier this time, but it still feels like I’m being ripped in half. Sam kisses me and squeezes my nipple while Frankie bites along my shoulder, all to distract me, and then he’s in, and I’m full and stretched. I don’t even attempt to move, leaving that to the boys. With Sam’s hand holding my leg in place, Frankie grips my hip. After they push into me, they move me back down onto them. My head spins, and I know I’m not going to last long.

Wrapping his hand around my hair, Sam turns my head as Frankie covers my mouth with his, then pulling away, he kisses Sam. Somebody’s thumb is pressing at my clit. Fingers pinch and pull at my nipples, and when both of their mouths descend on mine, our tongues probing and exploring, I feel my orgasm begin to roll through me.

There’s no explosion. This is slow and languorous. I feel boneless, but this time it’s in a good way. I arch my back as fingers continue to press at my clit and a mouth sucks at my breasts.

Letting out a long groan, I hear Sam say, “Fuck me, you are so fucking gorgeous. Look at you. Just fucking look at you.”

I remember the mirror against the wall. Looking over Sam’s shoulder, I watch the muscles in his arse cheeks work as he pushes into me. Then my eyes meet Frankie over my shoulder, but he’s not looking at me. He’s biting down on his bottom lip, watching Sam.

Sam lets out a loud, “Fuck, fuck!” as he thrusts into me.

Frankie stills, arches his back, and tilts his face to the ceiling as another orgasm climbs through me before the last has even finished its descent.

CHAPTER 13

Mila

After we clean up, the boys wrap themselves around me and are out cold almost immediately. Despite the multiple mind-blowing orgasms I’ve experienced today, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, listening to the rain fall and Frankie and Sam breathing, none of which calm my racing thoughts.

My mind is in absolute turmoil, and I’m struggling to focus on a single solution to what my future may potentially involve.

I have so many questions.

How long has Logan been planning on divorcing me?

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