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"Of course the plot matters–it's a movie," Henry scoffs.

I bite my lip, holding back my grin. "Wanna bet?"

"Yes, actually. If I win, I get to tie you to the bed, and the three of us get to have our way with you."

I'd let them do that anyway, but I don't tell him that. "Fine. If I win, I get to peg you."

Henry's entire body shudders, his mouth falling open, pupils dilating. "Seriously?"

I hold out my hand, and he shakes it, narrowing his eyes as if he doesn't trust this situation at all. He definitely shouldn't.

The guys almost give up on the movie when the main character is mistreated, but they settle back in during a high tension shower scene.

"Oh fuck," Henry says, running his hands through his hair, probably starting to realize he made a big mistake.

Then we get to the point in the movie when the main character finally gives in, and her love interest immediately sticks his cock in her mouth and then plants his face between her legs.

"Fuck, this looks real," Theo mumbles, adjusting himself. He pulls me closer, stretching his arm over my shoulder and reaching down to grab my tit. He holds a finger to his lips as he rolls my nipple. I archinto his hand, looking back at the TV just in time to the woman getting railed on the deck of the yacht.

"Do you think Lach would let us borrow his yacht so we can make our own sex montage?" Theo asks, leaning close to my ear.

"I'm sure he'd be thrilled with that idea," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Where's the goddamn remote?" Henry asks, holding out his hand.

"Why?" I ask, blinking at him innocently, my eyes wide.

"Because I'm not going to sit here and watch two people fuck when all I really want to be doing is fucking you."

"What about the plot, Henry?"

"I don't care about the fucking plot."

Got him.

I fish the remote from the cushions and plop it in his hand. He presses the power button and turns to look at me, an absolutely feral look in his eyes. Rough hands grip my thighs, pulling my ass to the edge of the couch. He slowly pulls on the sash of my robe, groaning as the bow comes loose and the fabric slips to the sides of my body.

"I hope you're ready for this," he rasps, sliding his hands up the inside of my thighs.

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My heart flip flops as Henry pushes his hands along the insides of my thighs, rough callouses tugging at my skin, firelight drenching us in an ethereal orange glow. The first brush of his lips over my pussy has me arching into him, greedy for his touch. I shove my hands into his hair, inky locks falling over my fingers as I pull him closer. I moan my approval as he flattens his tongue against my clit, expertly working me into a frenzy. Just when I'm about to come, he pulls away and stands up.

"One of you take my place. I have to grab something from the bedroom," he says, licking his lips.

I watch him as he walks away, the large, muscled expanse of his back shifting as he moves, his sweatpants riding low on his hips.

"Eyes on me." Dylan touches my chin, turning my head toward him as he moves between my knees. He pulls me upright, biting his lip as he slowly slides the robe off my shoulders. His hands trail after the fabric, a light brush of his fingertips over my skin. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his caress, chasing his hands as he molds me to his touch. He catches me before I can melt against his body, gripping my jaw and crushing his mouth to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pouring every ounce of need into the kiss. He groans against mylips, smoothing his hands down my back and under my ass, squeezing. I whimper as the plug shifts, fireworks detonating inside me, sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. His fingers brush between my cheeks and he freezes, a broken groan coming from deep in his throat.

"What's this?" he rasps, exploring more, making me squeal. "Fuck, Isla." He closes the small amount of distance between us, jerks down the front of his sweatpants and impales me on his cock.

Holy mother of God.

"You feel so fucking good." He presses on the plug as he fucks me, his other hand gripping the back of my neck, holding me steady while he nips at my bottom lip. I glance over at Theo, my entire body shuddering at the stark need in his eyes. I drag my gaze to the bulge in his pants, wondering why he hasn't taken it out yet, but I don't have the chance to ask because Henry comes back with a small duffel bag. He clears off the coffee table and up-ends the bag, all sorts of sex toys falling out and bouncing across the surface.

Dylan feels my body's visceral reaction and turns to look, his mouth falling open.

"Did you raid a sex store?" he asks, eyes wide.

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