Page 10 of The Players Next Door

I'm utterly and irrevocably theirs.

Sweat beads at my temples, and I can barely catch my breath. Jaxon's grip on me loosens, and his lips finally release mine. My head spins. I’m drunk on desire, and before I can even blink, Cameron is there. His kiss crashes into me—a wave of command and tenderness all at once. He tastes like mint and raw power, his tongue sliding against mine in a dance that leaves no room for doubt. I'm his to command, but he's worshiping me too.

"God, Holly," Cameron murmurs against my lips, and the sound of my name on his tongue sends a shiver down my spine. His hands are firm on my waist, grounding me in the whirlwind of sensation. I grind my hips, feeling his erection pressed into my back.

Deacon's mouth is relentless below, his tongue writing promises across my flesh that I'm aching for him to keep. Each graze of his tongue sends sparks shooting through me, building a fire that threatens to consume me whole. "Yes, Deac," I gasp, grasping at anything to steady myself—Cameron's hair, Jaxon’s shoulder—anything.

"Come for me, Hol. Let go." Deacon's voice vibrates against me, a sinful incantation.

I'm close, so damn close, teetering on the edge of something monumental. And then it hits—a tidal wave of pleasure that obliterates thought, sense, everything but the here and now. Deacon's name is a benediction on my lips as I shatter, my body singing with release.

"Beautiful," Cameron whispers, his breath hot on my cheek.

Before the tremors even have a chance to subside, strong arms envelop me. Jaxon is lifting me, carrying me away from theliving room as though I weigh nothing. His eyes lock onto mine, dark with promise. Without a word, he tosses me onto the bed, and I bounce, giggling despite myself—a wild, reckless sound that echoes off the walls.

"Ready for more, Holly?" Jaxon smirks, and there's that dimple, winking at me.

"Try and keep up," I challenge, my voice breathy but determined.

Their laughter is a song that wraps around me, full of heat and something dangerously close to love. But it can’t be love, can it? I knock the crazy thought out of my head.

The bedroom is a blur of motion and heat. Jaxon's hands roam over my body. His lips trail fire along my neck. Cameron's touch is gentle but insistent as he positions himself between my legs, his green eyes locked on mine. Deacon hovers close, his breath hot against my ear.

"Tell us what you want, Holly," Deacon murmurs, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Everything," I manage to say, the word more gasp than speech. "I want everything. All of it. All of you."

A chorus of approving groans fills the room. Jaxon's mouth captures mine in a kiss that steals the air from my lungs. It's possessive, it's deep, it's everything. Meanwhile, Cameron teases me with the head of his cock, just at the entrance, making me squirm for more. Deacon watches, dark eyes glinting, before he guides his length to my lips.

"Open up, sweetheart." His tone is gentle yet commanding, and I obey without hesitation.

Cameron slides home, filling me completely, and I cry out onto Deacon's cock. The sensation is overwhelming, a stretch that's both sweet pain and divine pleasure. Jaxon pulls away to watch me, his gaze burning.

"Look at her, taking us like a champ," he says with a mixture of awe and lust. “So fucking beautiful.”

Deacon's hand threads through my hair. He’s setting a rhythm that I eagerly follow. I take him deeper, relishing the taste of him. Cameron sets a slow, deliberate pace, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Cameron breathes, his voice ragged.

"More," I plead, the word muffled around Deacon's girth.

"Give it to her," Jaxon encourages, his thumb circling my clit as I reach out and wrap my hand around his impressive girth. He grunts and presses his hips forward into my fingers.

"God, yes," Deacon groans as I suck him harder.

It's a dance of flesh and desire, each movement choreographed by primal need. The room spins, and the world narrows down to the three men worshiping my body. Jaxon's touch is electric on my skin, his kisses branding me. Cameron's steady pace becomes frantic, driving into me with a hunger that matches my own. Deacon's moans are music, spurring me on.

"Jaxon... Cam... Deac..." Their names become a mantra on my lips, a plea, a declaration.

And then it hits—a climax so intense that stars explode behind my closed eyelids. My body clenches around Cameron, milking him for all he's worth. Deacon spills into my mouth with a shout, and I savor him, the taste of salt and sin. Jaxon's fingers coax another wave of pleasure from me, relentless in their pursuit, as he spills over onto my fingers.

"Fuck, Holly!" Cameron curses as he finds his release, his voice laced with triumph.

"Good girl," Deacon praises, panting as he pulls back, looking down at me with eyes full of heat.

"Beautiful, just beautiful," Jaxon echoes softly, his thumb tracing my jawline.

As the waves recede, leaving me gasping and spent, one thought crystallizes in my mind: these boys have utterly and irrevocably ruined me for anyone else. And I don't regret it for a single second.

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