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“I’m so close. Just like that.”

“Hold off,” Ford growls. “You’re going to want this pussy. This sweet, tight, juicy little pussy wants all three of us.”

Liam pinches my clit.

I come hard, choking on Harrison’s cock, clamping down hard on Ford’s.

Ford lets out a growl and I feel his hot cum spurting deep inside me and I convulse in total abandonment. Sweet oblivion.

Harrison is suddenly gone from my mouth.

Ford pulls out of me with a sigh and runs his hand down the curve of my ass. I barely have time to register they’re switching positions when Harrison is pressed against my entrance.

“Still want more?” he asks casually, even as I can feel the rock solid hardness of him stroking against my thighs.

The sticky damp of both Liam and Ford has them slick and warm but it only seems to turn Harrison on more. Which turns me on even more. I lift my hand—to do what—I have no idea, but Liam is there to entwine his fingers with me and take my palm back to the mattress.

“Hold still.”

When Harrison thrusts inside me, it’s a firm, tight fit. He’s thick and relentless and I close my eyes, drowning. He slides his hand up my spine and eases me forward so my backside is tipped fully up for him.

“So. Fucking. Good,” he spits out through gritted teeth.

My hair is in my eyes, so all I can see are Ford’s and Liam’s bare thighs on either side, but I know they’re watching intently. I’m on display and I love it.

I’m center stage.

They said it and I feel it.

The thought has me reeling off into another orgasm, tighter and more electric than the last, a careening cry ripping from my lips.

Harrison comes with a roar.

“Oh my God,” Ford says. “Ivy, you’re incredible.”

“This is what you do to us,” Liam says. “Drive us all fucking crazy.”

Harrison squeezes my ass. “God, I love being the closer. You’re wrecked, aren’t you, beautiful?”

I can barely nod, sinking to the mattress as Harrison eases out of me.

Hands brush my hair off of my face, and even though my eyes are closed, I know it’s Ford touching me.

I know the feel, the smell, the taste of each of them.

Liam has a warm washcloth between my legs.

Harrison is tracing a line down my shoulder.

And I’m hooked on this. On them.

That’s my final thought before I drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 20

Harrison

“Don’t eat that.”

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