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Shooting Nicole dagger eyes, I swear my heart rate kicks into stroke territory as the need to touch myself takes over and I can’t do anything but grin and bear it. Dinner takes forever. By the grace of all things unholy, I keep some control. I’ve only orgasmed two more times and with nothing left in my balls, my pants are barely soaked.

“Good boy,” Kerrington growls against my ear as he pretends to reach over for the salt. “You look amazing all spent and relaxed.”

Mason, Leah, and Nicole are rattling off about something I’m too spaced out to keep up with. Our girl changed the setting just before dessert, and I’ve been coasting through a long, weak climax that’s lasted several minutes.

“You still doing okay?” Kerrington whispers casually in my ear.

I nod, taking another sip of water.

“Need a break?”

I shake my head and clench my teeth. My control improves the more I come, anyway. My body numbs out once subspace and exhaustion kicks in.

Doesn’t mean I don’t have the shakes, though. It feels good.

Nicole secretly rests her hand on my other thigh, and I love having them both touch me at the same time.

Our gazes all swerve to the approaching server. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Just the check, to me, please,” Mason replies.

Nicole surprises me by turning my head towards her and kissing me. The gesture comes out of nowhere and sends me soaring through the roof. A kiss is such a powerful thing sometimes, and in the state I’m in, the endorphins buzzing through my system intensify the tenderness of her touch.

“Wow,” Leah says with her chin resting on her hand. “You three are so cute together.”

Nicole clears her throat and takes a sip of her wine. “Who says we’re together?”

“You’re not?” Leah counters. “Because Lan’s been doing a shit job of holding himself together all night, and Kerrington’s watched the two of you like a hawk. And whatever you’ve got in your hand makes a sweet little clicky sound, so someone’s got something happening somewhere.”

Mason buries his head in his hands. “Nicole.”

She drops the remote in her lap and acts all innocent. “What?”

Leah bursts into laughter. “Poor Landon.”

“Don’t feel bad for him,” Mason huffs. “Knowing him, he asked for it.”

“I swear I didn’t,” I say, giving up trying to hide my exhaustion. “Jesus, I need more water. And a nap. And a shower.”

Our server returns with the check, and Mason swiftly pays the bill. I think the best part of my friendships is the fact that no one ever shames me for what I like and how I like it. Mason and Leah have never played with Kerrington and I, but they support us in every way, which makes spontaneous scenes like this much more fun.

I love them.

Just as we’re about to head out, Mason stops Nicole. “I need to talk with you.”

Her brow furrows. “Okay. Let’s go to the bar.”

They leave Leah with us, and we make our way to the valet.

“Is she going to be okay?” Leah asks. “Mason’s worried sick about her, and after you two hauled her out the other day, I’ve gotta say, seeing her this way with the two of you is nice.”

“We’re taking good care of her,” Kerrington promises.

She gives him a hug and drops her tone. “Take care ofeach other.”

“We are,” I assure her. “And if we have it our way, Nicole’s not going back to New York.”

Leah’s eyebrows rise to her hairline. “Really?”

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