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Matt wasted no time. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his hips.

"Fucking greedy." Ethan argued.

"Can't get enough of you." Matt slipped into me and fucked me until tears leaked down my cheeks.

"Let me inside you, Lily. Please." Ethan growled against my neck. His breath flickered strands of my hair.

My stomach tightened. He was thicker than the rest. Longer. I was both terrified and desperate. I wasn't prepared, but I wanted it. Needed them both.

Tentatively, I nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Ethan crack open the bottle of olive oil we were going to drizzle on top of salad later.

Clever. I licked my lips, my sobs growing louder into Matt's mouth.

Shivers of excitement raced down my spine and throughout the nerves in my pussy as Matt pounded me. Ethan was generous with the oil. He groaned a little when he stroked himself and I crumbled, growing wetter and sucking Matt's cock deeper into my pussy.

"Fuck, Lily." Matt reacted when he slipped out of me. I trembled when he shoved himself back inside.

Gripping his face and kissing him as he made sweet love to my G-spot, I came undone when Ethan pressed up against my asshole. Fuck, he slipped inside so fast, it shocked all of us. He pressed into my body, so that all my tender...well, most of my tender areas were crushed against Matt, and one in particular was at Ethan's mercy.

I was helpless against them both; they fucked me silly. Sweat, oil, grunts and moans came together as they fucked both my holes and left me loose and limp for Eric.

Eric laid me back onto the floor. His pace was slower. He kissed life back into me, used his hands as defibrillators against my breasts, revived me with his fingers moving over my skin. There were no words needed as his slow, sensual kisses reintroduced waves through my body, making me throw my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist.

He grinned when I used my legs to tug him closer. Bracing his weight against the cold, hard tile, he slipped into me, slow and deliberate. My eyes rolled over in my head as soreness and pleasure made a sweet concoction.

It wasn't long until I was panting, crazed and in dire need. His hips kicked up a little faster, and faster, until his breath was shaking in his attempt to hold himself back.

"Lils." He groaned and I toppled him onto his back, enjoying the way he wrestled with himself, wondering how far I could take him before he spilled inside me.

"Eric." I moaned, climbing back onto him and edging my center against his tip. He gripped my hips to force me down onto him, but I pulled his hands away and threw them over his head.

His lips kicked up and he leaned upward to suck a nipple in his mouth. I lost my balance and slammed my too wet pussy against his cock, releasing his arms in the process. His grin faltered into need and his arms stroked up my back to run his hand through my hair and grip my neck. He held my gaze, pounding me with his hips from below and I cried out from my loss of control, bursting around him.

Forcing myself to remain in the moment, I made sure I didn't miss the second he came, watching with sweet pride, the way he surrendered and came undone.

Half naked, seated on the floor, I stared at the men who had transformed the hell out of my life, my outlook on love, and made my life more full than I could've ever imagined. Not to mention, elevated the hell out of my sex life. No man had ever fucked me as good as they had. And I got to have all of them to myself. I was such a lucky bitch.

Being here with them now, without the echo of a nosy neighborhood and my past thrown behind me, I knew that I had everything that I would ever need in this life. No more Terry and when I woke up in the night from the nightmares of my kidnapping, I could walk into the arms of my men, my soon to be...husbands?

"So, were you guys all serious about this marriage thing?" I asked, biting a piece of fish off my fork.

"Matt just went and stole my idea. I had it first. Of course I'm sure." Ethan smiled before sampling his fish as well.

"So, what should I call you? Hubby one..." I squinted my eyes and moved my pointer finger between each of them.

Eric grabbed my finger and leaned forward to challenge me, before kissing me. "Of course I'm Hubby one. There's no question about it."

"Yeah, whatever. You can have that." Matt rolled his eyes. "As long as I get to be married to you, I don't care what number I get. I'll still be the luckiest man in the world."

"Aww." I clicked my tongue.

Matt wiggled his brows at Eric.

Ryan rolled his eyes. "Listen to him." He balked.

"Aw, don't be jealous. You can be Hubby number four." Matt teased.

"Sounds to me like she's saving the best for last." Ryan winked over a forkful of fish.

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