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Piper is looking between us like she’s caught in a pickle between first and second.

Tate gives her an indulgent smile. “Because when I had her bent over the kitchen island, she asked what would happen if you walked in. When I told her that you’d join, do you know what happened?”

I shut my eyes. I swear, I’ve never been this close to coming in my life. “What, Tate?”

Piper licks her lips. Her cheeks are flushed, and her pupils are blown, and I can tell she’s turned on.

Tate looks at her. “Can I tell him?”

It’s just a moment. Just a heartbeat. But Piper nods.

Looking back at me, Tate’s smile turns to pure wickedness.

“She came, Brent. She came hard, squeezing the life out of my fucking cock, because she wanted you to walk in and join.”

CHAPTER 16

Piper

Ican’t believe this is happening. Tate and Brent are talking about me like… like I’m not even here. But why on earth do I find this conversation so arousing?

Brent looks over at me, his face dark. He’s still naked, and while the bruise covering his torso looks nasty, I can tell that it has zero impact on him in other places, because there’s nothing wrong with the impressive erection that he’s still lightly cupping with one big, callused hand.

“Is that true, Piper?” he says, his hand taking another long tug at his hard length. “Did you want me to walk in?”

I look at Tate, and I feel him encouraging me to say the truth. So I do. I take a deep breath, then nod. “I did.”

The muscle in Brent’s cheek starts to twitch. “Really?”

“You should have felt how wet she was, Brent. She took my cock so well, and when she thought you would see her, with her ass up, taking me like a good girl, she got even better for me.”

My cheeks must be on fire. I’m sure I look redder than a tomato. But it’s true. I can’t deny it. I want them. I don’t just want Brent, or Tate, or Dalton.

I want Brent. And Tate. And Dalton. I want something that feels impossible.

I’m a girl who’s learned to have achievable dreams. I do things that I know I’m good at, because I hate to lose. I hate to be disappointed. And I’m terrified that if I admit how much I want all of them, I’m going to be disappointed. Dreaming of one man for me was too much. I was disappointed then. Over and over again. Why would I reach for three?

I don’t have time to muse about this, though. As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel Tate’s lips on my neck.

“Should we show Brent how wet you got for me?” he whispers.

I could say no. I should say no.You’re going to be disappointed if you say yes.

“Yes,” I murmur.

Screw it. I want them. They’re right in front of me. And I’m going to do this.

Brent groans, his hand tightening around his cock. “Show me how you had her, Tate.”

Tate tugs on my shoulders, pulling me back toward the bed in Brent’s room. Slowly, he turns me, taking off my clothes as he does. I shiver when I’m naked, but not because I’m cold. Where Tate and Brent’s eyes land on my body, I feel like I’m on fire.

Tate’s nose ghosts down my neck. He’s still behind me, and where I am facing Brent, I can tell that Brent is getting one heck of a show. Tate’s hands cup my breasts, and I groan.

“Fuck me, Piper. Your tits are perfect,” Brent moans.

I’ve always thought they were kind of small. Heck, I’ve been told that they’re small. Hearing Brent say they’re perfect makes me perk up a little taller.

“She likes it when you play with her pretty nipples,” Tate murmurs, punctuating his statement by rolling his fingertips over my nipples, tugging on them hard enough to make me gasp.

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