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"Come for me," Henry whispers, his breath hot against my ear. I clench around him, gasping as he uses his other hand to massage my clit, his thrusts slowing.

"Isla, look at me." Theo's demand has my gaze snapping to his as my world explodes, those rich chocolate eyes my only tether to reality. I come hard, desire dripping from between Henry's fingers as he coaxes me through my orgasm. Dylan turns to watch, his teeth lodging in his lower lip, pupils blowing wide.

Henry pulls my knees wide, hooking my legs around his, angling himself toward the front of the car. "Show them how pretty your pussy is when you're dripping for me." He moves his hands to my hips, holding me still as he fucks me hard. "Give me one more, Isla. Please."

"I can't," I pant, my eyes rolling back as aftershocks rock through me. "What about them?"

"They'll get a turn later. Another," he demands, sliding his fingers up and down my slit as he fucks me.

"Henry–"

I clamp my mouth closed as he positions his second and fourth fingers on either side of my clit, his middle finger sliding back andforth over that sensitive bundle of nerves. I sob his name, anchoring my hands on his thighs to steady myself, my hips meeting every thrust. The tide starts rising, his punishing pace forcing me higher and higher, tears streaming down my face as he pushes my body to its limits.

"Fuck this, I want you looking at me," he grinds out, lifting me off his cock like I weigh nothing, turning me around, and impaling me. One hand dives between my legs, and the other grips my chin in a punishing hold, keeping me still.

"I need to see your face when you come," he says softly, holding my gaze as I move my hips. "That's it, ride me hard, Isla." I grip his shoulders, pressing my knees into the bench seat, bouncing up and down on his cock. I squeeze around his shaft, gripping him with everything I have. He grunts, pressing his fingers harder against my clit, encouraging me to grind against them, his dark blue gaze entangled with mine. I'm close, but it's Henry's whimper that sends me careening over the edge. He grips my ass, holding me still as he roars, emptying himself deep inside me as we come together. I collapse against him, my entire body trembling.

"Fuck, Isla." Henry cups my face, leaning back to look at me. He wipes under my eyes with shaking hands, his cock still pulsing inside me, tiny shocks of pleasure shooting up my spine. He gently lifts me off him, setting me on my feet. "Give me your underwear."

"What? Why?"

"They're wrecked anyway, Isla." He holds out his hand, waiting.

I stand and shimmy out of them, placing them in his palm. He grips my hip and pulls me between his legs, gently wiping his cum from my pussy and thighs. I bite my lip as he wraps the scrap of fabric around his cock, gripping his shaft and jerking it up and down. I've never seen anything quite like it, his abs contracting, his hips thrusting up into his hand, like he can't help but chase the pleasure.

"Stop showing off," Theo grumbles, rolling his eyes. He motions for me to sit before turning around and pulling onto the road.

"Never stop showing off," I murmur, my gaze glued to his crotch ashe tucks his cock back inside and zips up his pants. "What are you going to do with them?" I ask as he stuffs my underwear in his pocket.

"Use them to jerk off," he says honestly, a wicked grin on his face.

"One of these days, I want to find out how many times you can come before your dick goes limp."

"Why not today?"

"How will your brothers feel about that?" I ask, catching Theo's eye in the rearview mirror.

"They can have their fun first. We're booked into a two-bedroom suite tonight. It'll be perfect."

"Did you guys hear that? Any complaints?" I ask.

"No, but you really have no idea what you're getting yourself into. You won't be able to walk tomorrow," Dylan says, the keyboard keys still clacking away.

"It’s a good thing I have three strong guys to carry me around, then, isn’t it?”

68

By the time we get to the Fort William train station, my thighs are a sticky mess, but I weirdly like it. There's something naughty about not wearing panties and having cum drip down my thighs while I'm standing in line. God, that's so fucked up.

The train pulls in right on time, a massive black and red beast billowing smoke from its maw. It's gorgeous. Dylan checks his confirmation email and leads the way onto the train. After a quick stop in the bathroom to clean myself up, he ushers us into our own little compartment. There are six seats with a small table between them and a wooden door with glass windows that can be closed for some semblance of privacy. The seats are upholstered in a rich brocade, with wood and gold accents everywhere you look. It feels like we're on our way to wizarding school. I love it.

"I didn't realize we'd have our own little spot!" I exclaim, sliding in next to the window.

"It was the same price as four seats in the first-class car, so I figured some privacy would be nice since we'll be stuck here for six hours," Dylan explains, smiling in response to my excitement.

"Does anyone else think this will be too small for the wedding?" Iask, drumming my fingers on the table. I don't want to feel cramped; I want everyone to be able to dance and have fun.

"There's no need to make a decision now," Theo says, grabbing my hand from across the table. "Let's just relax and enjoy the time away from our responsibilities."

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