Page 25 of The Players Next Door

"More," she gasps, and I'm only too happy to comply.

Deacon slides his fingers under my chin, guiding my head just so. His other hand disappears between Holly's thighs, and I feel him push his fingers inside her, moving with a practiced ease that makes her body jolt in pleasure.

"Ah!" Holly's cry fills the room, a raw sound of pure ecstasy.

"Like that?" Deacon asks, his voice dark with lust.

"Perfect. Don't stop," she pleads, her hips bucking against us, seeking more.

"Never," I promise, diving back into her warmth, determined to draw every last shiver from her body with my tongue, my lips, my everything. We're in this together, all of us, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Desire pulses through the room—our breaths, our bodies, all mingling in a symphony of need. I worship her with my mouth, each lap against her slick folds an affirmation of how much she means to us.

"God, Holly," I murmur against her, feeling her quiver. My words are half-lost in the wetness, but she hears them. She always does.

Cameron's husky voice breaks through the fog of lust. "You're incredible." He rolls her nipple between his fingers, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

"Beautiful," Deacon adds, his gray eyes locked on where I’m feasting on her. His hand moves, fingers sliding deep and curling inside Holly, coaxing another cry from her throat.

"Jax... Cam... Deacon..." she chants our names like a prayer, her hands fisting in the sheets.

I pull back just enough to watch her face contort with pleasure. Cameron's hands are relentless, teasing and twisting, pushing her closer to the edge. Deacon's fingers dance inside her, finding that sweet spot that makes her back arch off the bed.

"Come for us, Holly," I growl, diving back in to suck on her clit.

"Ah—yes!" Her body tenses, and then she's shattering, coming apart under our hands and mouths. But we don't stop. We can't. Not when she's glowing like this, not when every moan is music to our ears.

"Again," Cameron commands softly, his lips at her ear. "Let go."

Deacon's fingers quicken their pace, and I double my efforts, desperate to taste every drop of her release.

"Jaxon..." Her voice is shaky, reaching for me even as wave after wave crashes over her.

"We’ve got you, Holly," I assure her, and I mean it. In this moment, with her surrounded by us, by love, nothing else matters.

"Mine," Deacon states, his thumb circling her clit in tandem with my tongue.

"Ours," Cameron corrects, and we all nod because it's true. She's ours, and we're hers.

"Yours," she whispers, her eyes meeting mine before fluttering closed as another orgasm rips through her.

We worship her body with reverence, with need. Our words, our lips, our fingers, our cocks—we use them all to show her just how special she is. And when she smiles, sated and content, we know we've done it right. Because Holly, our Holly, shines the brightest when she's loved. And we have so much love to give.

Chapter 9

Holly

My stomach churns again, and I curse whatever bug has decided to make a home of my body. Stress, probably. The new job with the Grizzlies is no joke, and here I am, squatting on the cool tile of Sawyer's too-neat bathroom, rummaging for some aspirin under the sink.

"Come on," I mutter to myself, pushing aside bottles of fancy hair products that Sawyer never got around to packing. My hand brushes against a familiar box, and I freeze. Tampons. A whole unopened box just sitting there, mocking me.

"Wait." The word barely whispers past my lips as I sit back on my heels, my brain doing the math. Late. I'm late.

"Shit."

I push to my feet, feeling the room tilt a bit. It's stress. It has to be stress. Images flash through my mind—intimate moments, heat, and definitely not enough caution. God, how could I have been so careless? Condoms were an afterthought more often than not with the boys. It’s ironic because I've always been the one preaching safe sex to my friends.

But I’m on birth control. And I’m religious about taking it. Hell, I set an alarm to make sure I not only remember to take it, but take it at the same time every day because it’s more effective that way.

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