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Aiden sucked in a sharp breath that sounded like a hiss. “Goddamn fucking hell,” he grunted, his entire body shaking as he came inside the condom. “Fuck.” He collapsed on top of me, our sweaty chests sticking together. “That was un-fucking real. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” He looked at Sonny. “Wait until you feel our girl. Man, you have no idea.”

Aiden pulled out of me and switched places with Sonny.

Sonny gripped the backs of my thighs and pulled me toward him. “Can you handle me, El?”

I smiled up at him. “Aiden broke me in.”

Sonny pointed at the bedside table. “Turn on the lamp. And grab my jersey from the floor.”

Aiden laughed. “Do I look like your fucking servant, Pretty Boy?”

“Just do it, would ya?”

With an annoyed grunt, Aiden flicked on the lamp and slid off the bed, tossing the jersey at Sonny’s head.

“Do you see why I call him Sunshine?” Sonny smirked, his face now fully visible in the light. “He’s so grumpy. But it’s hot.”

“So hot,” I agreed.

“Hey, you two.” Aiden got on the bed with us, naked and glistening with sweat and cum. “Don’t go conspiring against me.”

“We’re not,” Sonny said. “Just talking about how hot you are when you’re mean.”

“Aiden’s never been mean to me,” I told him. “Only you.”

“Well, that’s about to change.”

Sonny grabbed a condom from the bed and tore it open with his teeth. He tipped his head at me. “Help Ella into my jersey. I want to see how it looks on her when I fuck her from behind.”

I raised my arms and let Aiden lower the jersey over my head. It swam on me, hiding all of my curves. Neither of them seemed to care. Sonny had some weird fetish with his last name and this jersey. But if it helped get him off, I would wear whatever he wanted.

I liked being claimed by him.

Sonny flipped me onto my stomach and yanked me up so I was on my knees in front of Aiden. He teased my entrance with the tip of his cock, testing my hole before he plunged inside me. Unlike Aiden, he was not as careful but gave me time to settle down. Once my breathing slowed, he must have felt my muscles unclench and moved faster.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, squeezing my ass. “Open up for me, El.”

I looked at Aiden, my mouth hanging open as moans slipped past my lips.

“You okay, Cinders?” Aiden’s hand moved beneath my chin. “Huh, pretty girl?”

“Better than okay.”

Both of my men were big, so it was no surprise they tore me apart, wrecking me from the inside out. Overwhelmed by a mixture of pain and pleasure, I lost all control, my orgasm coming hard and fast and hitting me like a storm. Sonny picked up the pace, helping me race to the finish line. Warmth spread from my head to my toes, and as our legs trembled, I came first, with Sonny behind me.

“You weren’t lying, Pretty Boy,” Sonny said, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck.” He kissed my back and rested his head for a moment. “And you were worried we wouldn’t like your special talent. The complete fucking opposite, El. Best sex I’ve ever had.”

After Sonny pulled out, he dragged me onto the mattress with him. Aiden was on my right, his hand on my thigh, while Sonny kept his hand on my breast. They curled up beside me, both sweaty and tired after our sex marathon. It had been at least two hours, maybe more since we left the party, and I was exhausted.

Sonny brushed his thumb over my nipple. “So, I’m thinking of an international breakfast when we wake up. Crepes. Waffles. Eggs. Whatever you want. And after we eat, we can spend the day in my bed.”

I laid my head on his shoulder and smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

SONNY

Thump, thump, thump.

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