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“Nice one, Sawyer,” Rachel laughed, and Sawyer tucked her against his side, grinning. Sharon looked like she wanted to speak to a manager. Like she wanted to call her rich parents and have them somehow buy her place back in my life, or at least buy herself a win in this fight she’d started. But that wasn’t possible when she had me under her thumb, and it certainly wasn’t possible now. And I knew that she was fragile and shallow enough that it would only take one more blow to get her to leave for good.

Finally, I stepped around my friends, my girl, and faced my own demons.

“For the last fucking time, Sharon Gertrude Farley,” I said, my voice low enough that Rachel’s laugh at hearing Sharon’s middle name almost could have drowned me out, “I want yououtof my life. We’re done, and there’s no point in you ever trying to get back in my life. Don’t talk to me. Don’t look at me. And don’t youdareever speak to my mother again.”

The rush of having told her off, of knowing in my bones that Sharon was finally no longer a problem in my life, had me practically blacking out. I didn’t notice the look on her face or if she left with any parting words. All I knew was that she was gone, and that three of the most important people in my life had proven themselves as my true allies. I also knew as we left all together, a united front, that I’d won,reallywon for the first time ever. Rachel, this relationship, this whole arrangement with her and the guys—it was my prize. And it felt far greater than any hockey victory.

25

RACHEL

We’d picked Sawyer’s place to retire to after the Sharon drama, and though I was prepared to walk in and immediately get down to the sexy business I had in mind, focusing especially on comforting Wes after the whole ordeal, I found myself startled by the cozy haven of Sawyer’s home the second I crossed the threshold.

“This is…socute,” I let out as I looked around Sawyer’s apartment. The whole place was decked out in cozy blankets, kitschy knickknacks, and mismatched wall art that made this feel distinctly un-Sawyer-like. Sure, he had a warmth to him that I’d uncovered more and more since my return to Mistletoe, but he was also so…gruff. Manly. This apartment looked almost like it was lovingly decorated by a sweet, crafty grandmother.

“I like thrift shopping,” Sawyer explained bluntly. “I go with my sister-in-law sometimes. She helps me pick out things to make the place feel like a home.”

Well, if that wasn’t the most adorably endearing thing I’d ever heard, I didn’t know what was. Somehow, despite the initial cognitive dissonance, the more I looked around, the more I realized it fit Sawyer too. Roman and Wes were disinterested inthe topic, having presumably been here many times before, so they just stepped past me and started to take off their shoes.

Carrying my own heels in one hand, I gravitated toward an antique wall clock that hung by the quaint, neat kitchen, its wooden sides well-carved with scrolls of leaves and little forest animals. A gorgeous piece, and somehow, so painfully representative of the man who owned it.

I knew the big hands that found my waist belonged to that very man without looking. I felt his bristly facial hair tickle my ear as he asked, “You gonna explore all of my tchotchkes, Rach, or let the three of us make you come until you can’t walk?”

“The second one,” I gasped, spinning around instantly. Sawyer laughed, but only for a second, because then I was coming up on my toes to kiss his mouth.

I was still kissing Sawyer as he and the other two guys led us back through Sawyer’s apartment to his bedroom. There, Roman took up position behind me, carefully unzipping my dress and letting it fall into a red puddle at my feet. I broke contact with Sawyer’s mouth so I could start to undress him, all of them, when Wes groaned at the side of us.

“God, Rachel. You came to the bar without any panties on?”

I’d almost forgotten about this sexy secret. I looked between my three guys, a gorgeous array of blue eyes, and green, and complex hazel—all of them glued to my body, practically foaming at the mouth. I grinned wickedly.

“Why, is that bad?”

Roman was laughing when he scooped me up in his arms, making me yelp with surprise. He threw me down on Sawyer’s bed—a lovely, soft duvet in an earthy olive-green color that was once again perfectlyhim—and stood over me as he slung off his own shirt and started to undo his pants. He loomed over me at the foot of the bed, his two friends coming up to flank him on either side.

“Oh, it’sgood,baby girl. But only because it’s bad too. I think as punishment, you have to ride my cock until your legs give out.”

I gaped at him, at the sly grins that took residence on Wes and Sawyer’s faces. Sawyer joined in the fun, deciding then, “A great idea, Roman, only I think she has to ride all three of our cocks. And she can’t come until she begs for it.”

“No fair,” I squeaked, though I felt how wet I was just from this thought, and they all laughed, shedding the last of their clothes in front of me, making me want to beg for their touch. Roman started to move in on me again, but I held up a hand. “Wait a second. I’m kind of enjoying this view.”

They all stood before me, completely bare, their eyes hungry. Their cocks stood at attention, always so ready for me. “We can do your plan,” I told them as I slid off the bed and approached them slowly. “But first, Wes needs my attention.”

Wes watched, mouth agape, as I went to my knees in front of him again. I looked up into his blue eyes as I gripped the base of his long shaft, teasing the head of his cock along the seam of my lips. I darted my tongue out to lick him, then gave a low hum of satisfaction. “You tastesogood.”

“Christ, Rach,” Wes let out.

“She’s so pretty on her knees,” Sawyer said, agreeing.

I adjusted my stance, widening my legs a little so I could dip my fingers easily between my wet folds. I showed him the wet glisten, then ran my juices over the underside of his cock, providing a little lubrication as I began to stroke him in my hand. “Look how much I need you, Wes. Will you let me suck you? Make up for that evil woman ruining our night?”

He nodded. Falling into line, I felt Roman come to stand behind me, pulling back my hair. I took that as my cue to begin, sliding Wes between my lips.

I started sucking him slowly at first. Reverent almost, savoring his taste, every inch of his length. Showing him, like I said I would, that he was desired and worth all this attention. All this fuss. Wes sighed as I sucked him deeper, splaying my tongue out on the underside of his sensitive tip before I let him hit the back of my throat. I gagged, the contraction of my throat making him hiss with pleasure, but I didn’t let up. It felt good to gag around his cock. To put on this show for him, for Sawyer, for Roman, who was stroking my hair in a rough, needy massage that felt amazing on my scalp.

Soon, when Wes was panting, clearly on the verge of shooting his load down my throat, I felt Roman pull me back by my hair. A sweet pleasure-pain that made me cry out as my mouth became free, and then Roman was crouching to kiss me hard, swallowing down the sound.

“That’s enough for now, baby,” he told me roughly when he broke our kiss, still holding my hair. “Let Wes come in your pretty pussy, yeah? I want that sweet mouth on my cock, now.”

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