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NOELLE

Holy shit.

Oh my god.

Fucking hell.

With my eyes locked on Hendrix between my thighs, my release surges forward, slamming into me with the force of a freight train.

Hendrix’s mouth and whatever he’s doing with his tongue never falters, and Wilder’s fingers only tighten on my nipples. It hurts, but it’s so fucking good.

I’m aware that there is noise falling from my lips, but I’ve no idea what words I’m saying.

I’m lost, so freaking lost in a level of pleasure I never thought really existed. I’ve read about mind-numbing releases that tilt your world on its axis, sure. But I thought they were a myth made up by romance authors, just like our dream book boyfriends.

But no.

Apparently, these things are very, very real.

“Fucking hell,” Wilder rasps in my ear. “You’re enjoying having Rix eating your pussy, huh?”

His dirty words send another, smaller, wave of pleasure shooting through me.

My entire body trembles with aftershocks, and it only gets worse when Rix finally sits up.

His mouth is glistening with my juices and he’s got the most incredible smile on his face.

Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he pushes to stand. At the same time, Wilder sits forward, pushing me with him. I’m so limp and sated, I don’t have a choice. I’m not sure I could hold my own weight even if I wanted to right now.

But then I drag my eyes down his body from his incredible mouth to his heaving chest and then his?—

My mouth runs dry as I take in the massive tent in his sweats.

“Look what you did, Noelle,” Wilder says, his warm breath rushing over my neck and down my chest, making my nipples pebble again.

I’m achingly aware that I’m sitting here between them completely naked while they’re fully dressed. But as I continue to stare at Hendrix’s reaction to him eating me, it becomes less and less of an issue.

All I can think about is him. About making him feel as good as he just did me.

Fuck. It was incredible.

“Go on, Elle. No need to be shy,” Wilder encourages. “We’re both big boys; we can handle it.”

He shifts a little beneath me as he says the words ‘big boy’ to tell me what he really means.

Fire burns through me as crazy thoughts about comparing the two of them flicker through my mind.

They’re twins. They’re so similar in every way…

“Noelle?” Rix rasps, his voice so thick with desire, I barely recognize it.

I glance up and swallow thickly when I see a little fear in his eyes.

Fuck that shit. Hendrix has nothing to be scared or anxious of right now.

I want him.

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