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“Is this okay, sweetheart?”

As I nod, he traces a line across the drenched fabric of my panties, feeling all of my desire. My face heats, and I’m glad for a second that my back is to him so he can’t see my embarrassment. My face is on fire. Hell, my entire body is on fire. Then his body rolls into mine and he groans softly, a sound sexy and filled with pleasure as he presses me against him, that it causes me to melt once more.

“Fuck, Win. You want this as much as we do, don’t you?” he growls. “Are you wet for me or is this all for my brothers?”

“Not a competition,” I push through gritted teeth.

Again he traces the line between my thighs, but this time, he hooks my panties aside, enough for the tips of his fingers to stroke through my folds without a barrier.

I moan so loudly I have to bite my lip to control myself.

“Damn it, Ax, are you going to kiss her or what?” Mason calls, and thank God none of them can see what he’s doing to me, because the next thing I know, Axel is on his knees before me, both of his hands on my thighs.

How the hell I manage to stand on my own is a mystery, especially when he looks up at me, his glasses slightly steamed up from the heat coming off of us, and says, “Do you have any boundaries regarding where I kiss you, sweetheart?”

Oh, God, he wants to–

His thumb creeps closer to my horny little love button, starting his agonizing tease all over again. But this time he only uses his thumb to draw my shorts to the side. As he licks his lips and draws closer, he raises a brow at me, his chestnut hair flopping across his forehead.

Too breathless to speak, I shake my head. No boundaries. None. Not for my boys.

My eyes glaze over as Axel’s mouth hits the exact spot over my panties, so expertly its like he can see through the cotton–

“Time, you fucker,” Mason growls.

Axel stands, and I’m miraculously put back together before Mason closes in on us. Sleep shorts in order, curls swept back behind my ears.

Inside, however, I’m fully shattered.

When Mason takes me in his arms, he has to lower me to the ground so I can regain control. My breath is coming rapidly, my chest rising and falling so hard it’s like I’ve been running laps around the house, not standing still.

“Do you need to cool down for a minute, cupcake?” he says, dropping a kiss on my forehead.

I’m sure I do, but Mason’s brushing the tops of my thighs with his fingers and as I dig into his hard, hard pecs, he presses closer to me and I feel other things are very hard, too…

God, so very hard.

I wasn’t too wrong when I mistook Mason for Big Max, either. He really is just as huge as...

And with that thought, Max’s beautiful face flashes through my mind, and a coil of guilt twists in my heart, sharp enough to reverberate through my body. My ecstasy and joy fizzles away as I’m snapped back to reality, and I scan the living room for him.

But Max is gone. I shouldn’t be so bothered but I am.

I look at Mason and he smiles gently. “You okay, Win?”

I start to nod, but end up shaking my head.

“I need to talk to Max,” I say, stumbling as I jump to my feet. I feel terrible, amazing, rotten, absolutely glorious, too many things all at the same time. “I’m sorry.”

And I am sorry. God, I am SO damn sorry. As I back away from them and rush off to find Max, I’m so sorry I’m not finishing what they started. But I’m more sorry for not pulling Max aside and making sure he was okay with any of this before we started.

Chapter 11

Winnie

I know Max Hammer well enough to guess he’ll be in the home gym, so the first place I head is to the stairs leading down to the basement.

I have to grip the stair railing for dear life to steady myself as I walk down so that I don’t break my neck. If it wasn’t for my weak knees, breathlessness, and the desperate, carnal need for more of my boys still pulsing between my thighs, I would swear I was dreaming.

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