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Garrett grabbed a handful of my hair, using it to turn my head to look at Luca, who was sitting naked on the couch, his fist wrapped around the base of his cock. “Get on your knees and we’ll see how funny you think it is.”

My last giggle died on a gasp as Ryker pulled me down to the floor with him. I was suddenly nervous. Nervous I was going to somehow mess up and bite someone’s dick if a thrust hit at the wrong moment. “Our food is going to burn.”

Garrett used my hair to make me look up at him. He looked like he didn’t care if dinner burned, and he was about to devour me instead. “It won’t. And even if it does, you’re about to eat your dinner right now. Show Luca how good you are with your mouth.”

Ryker walked me forward just enough, nudged my legs apart, and with his hand on the back of my neck, pushed me forward just as Garrett let go of the hold he had on my hair.

I ran my hands up Luca’s tattooed thighs, trying not to giggle again because on one was an angel and on the other a demon-looking devil creature.

“You’re killing me here, Paige.” Luca stroked himself, his thumb running over his piercing.

“What if I chip a tooth?” I swirled my tongue around the tip before flicking his ring.

“Then I’ll buy you a new tooth.” Luca buried one of his hands in my hair, not to control my movements, but to urge me to take him in my mouth. “Don’t be nervous. We’ve got this.”

There was no question about that, but I couldn’t help but be a little bit. When I’d come home with the three of them, I hadn’t imagined this would be what was in store for me.

I wrapped my lips around him, humming lightly as I sucked.

“Oh, fuck.” Luca’s thumb rubbed against my brow bone. “Your mouth feels amazing, baby.”

I glanced over at Garrett, who was getting undressed like his clothes were made of something precious. It was so slow and methodical that it made me remember what he’d said back on the yacht.“You’ll know whenIfuck you.”

My heart raced in my chest, wondering what he meant by that because Ihadthought he’d fucked me.

Ryker, who I’d almost forgotten was behind me, cupped me between my legs possessively. “Do you want my cock too, Paige? Right here?”

I mumbled my answer around Luca’s length, which made him groan a string of curse words. I’d never given a blow job to someone with a piercing, but I imagined he was more sensitive, especially with vibrations.

“Take her.” Garrett was undressed now and knelt next to me but didn’t touch me.

Did they both know he would be like this? I would have guessed Ryker would be the more dominant one when all three were involved, but it seemed he only was when they were watching. Neither seemed that surprised Garrett was bossing them around, but then again, they were best friends.

Ryker pressed the head of his cock against my entrance and slowly eased in. I was ready for him, my pussy giving no protests to his intrusion.

How was I going to suck off Luca and handle being fucked at the same time?

“Every time you stop, Ryker will stop. Do you understand?” Garrett’s hand reached under me and pinched a nipple. “You should see how sexy you look taking both of them like this. So perfect.”

His praise only spurred me on more, and I took Luca all the way to the back of my throat as Ryker began moving inside me. Luca’s piercing tickled my throat, and I slid back a little, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked.

“I’m not going to last long.” Luca’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he watched the scene playing out before him. He had the best seat in the house.

Garrett kissed my shoulder and then put his mouth next to my ear. “How many fingers can you take?”

My brows furrowed in confusion, and he let go of my nipple and moved his hand down between my legs. I clenched so hard around Ryker that he groaned, grinding against me, trying to get more of his cock in.

Garrett pinched my clit. “How many fingers, Paige?”

“One,” I muttered around Luca’s cock.

“Good girl.” He lay down and then his finger was there, sliding right in alongside Ryker.

“Garrett.” Ryker stilled behind me, his fingers digging into my hips. “What are you doing?”

“Getting her ready for us.” He worked his finger in and out; each time, it brushed along my G-spot. “She’s so wet and ready. I think she can take two.”

I cried out around Luca’s length, my fingers grasping at the couch cushion. It was too much yet not enough all at the same time.

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