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Now what?

They stop alternating.

I can’t move, sandwiched between them like this. All I can do is lean back on Garrison’s chest, put my hands on the cushions on either side of him and moan as they thrust into me.

My eyes roll back as I fight not to come. Garrison is groaning, hands gripping my ass and holding me where he wants me.

Vaughn’s face is tight and his jaw is hard as he bends over me, timing each of his thrusts to Garrison’s. They increase the pace. Each hard thrust drags me closer to a release so powerful I’m seriously concerned it’s going to blow my mind.

Thirty minutes, I said.

I’m not going to last the next thirty seconds.

Then Garrison strums his fingers over my swollen clit. And I’m gone. Totally, utterly gone.

I grab desperately for his hand as my pussy squeezes Vaughn’s cock. “Oh god. I can’t…” I try to push back my release, fight and fight against it, but Vaughn is still thrusting, and Garrison’s little finger is stroking my clit as his cock swells in my ass … oh god, his knot.

I pant, twist my head, grinding on Garrison as I stop fighting my release and fling myself headfirst toward it.

“That’s it,” Garrison gasps, tension vibrating his voice as he thrusts into me. “Let yourself fall. We’ll catch you.”

Vaughn is groaning as I shatter. I tense around him and he grunts out my name, pounding into me once, twice, three times and then hot liquid fills me.

My eyes flutter closed and my body slumps as they’re still twitching and spilling themselves inside me.

I’m three quarters asleep, almost completely lost to the world, as Vaughn lowers my legs to the bed and they turn me, snuggling so close beside me I don’t need a blanket.

A soft kiss lands on the back of my shoulder and another on my forehead as I drift off to sleep.

Chapter 62

Resa

Ihave my head on Garrison’s chest and Vaughn is snoring behind me when something wakes me.

I’m debating whether I need to use the bathroom now or if I can wait until the morning when a small scuff yanks my attention from my bladder to a figure outside the pool house.

I have a brief moment of panic.

It’s dark in my nest, and I have only the moonlight outside to illuminate the men sleeping around me, but I know the man standing outside with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Blaine.

I peel Garrison’s arm from around my waist and gently place it on a cushion. Then I spend a few seconds trying to find my dress and soon give up in case Blaine leaves.

I crawl, shuffle and trip over cushions on my way to the pool house’s sliding glass door, trying to ignore my nakedness as I step outside. It’s slightly cool. Not cold, but not exactly standing around naked weather, so I have limited time before the cold stone and the fresh temperature chases me back inside to snuggle with Garrison and Vaughn.

He has his back to the glass as he stares out across the pool.

“Blaine? What’s wrong?”

“I’m trying to make today one day,” he says, so quietly I’m sure I misheard him.

I wrap my arms around myself, hiding my shiver. “I don’t understand.”

He must have been paying me more attention than I realized because he leans into my nest, bending to grab a throw from my nest and holds it open behind me. “Here.”

“You don’t have to force yourself to be with me, Blaine.”

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