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Climbing up on his face, I hover.

“Nope.” Landon hooks his arms around me. “Sit.” With that, he forces my full weight onto his face.

Kerrington’s lubed up and already spreading Landon’s thighs, hiking them up. “Hold him for me.”

My palms sweat as I grip Landon’s knees and spread him wide. His tongue is already doing a deep dive into my pussy and the bourbon’s still flowing through my system.

I groan, watching Kerrington push himself inside Landon. The way his dick slides. The way his dark hair falls into his eyes when he looks down to watch it. The way his abs bunch and flex as he slowly moves in and out.

Landon moans against me, tickling a little.

Kerrington catches my glance and holds it. The tendons in his neck tighten. His eyes harden. Jaw clenches. Then he pushes all the way in, burying himself balls deep. Abs flexing, he picks up speed, until he has both Landon and I rocking from his thrusts.

I’ve never been on a better ride.

Kerrington leans forward and grabs the back of my head. Our mouths fuse and it’s like we’re one. All three of us are one entity. One heart. One soul.

One moment that will last me a lifetime.

My eyes sting from the tears I’ve yet to unleash. My body sings. Everything funnels into this heady, distilled heartbeat with a pounding rhythm that rattles my bones.

Kerrington pulls back from me. Landon squeezes my hips, forcing me to ride his face harder. His thighs tense. His dick is hardening again. I feel an impending orgasm barreling down on me. Tipping my head back, I close my eyes, riding the wave.

And I scream for all I’m worth. It’s not just with my pleasure. It’s with my whole fucking body. My pain and regret. My fear and resentment. My hunger and hope.

Kerrington’s speed quickens until he’s slamming into Landon.

I lift off, terrified I’m suffocating him.

Landon sucks in a rugged breath, his back arching, and he takes what Kerrington’s giving him.

Kerr roars with his release, and it’s fucking glorious. The man who is so put together, so perfectly stoic and calm, unravels on top of the man who holds his heart. Wanting to know what that tastes like, I crawl forward and kissKerrington while he still pumps his come into Landon. His groans turn to whimpers. Then he pulls out and away from us both.

“Fucking hell, that was amazing.” Landon sits up, catching his breath.

They kiss again, and Kerrington looks concerned. “You sure you’re okay? I was really rough that time.”

“Couldn’t be better.” Landon tries to climb out of the bed, but his legs give out. “Shit.”

“We’ve got you,” Kerr says, quickly grabbing him.

We’ve got you.

We.

And yes, we do. I’m already holding Landon’s right arm while Kerr takes the other. We escort him into the shower, and I make up an excuse about being thirsty so I can leave them alone for a minute.

We’ve got you.

Three simple words.

We’ve got you.

Such a comfort.

Feeling too vulnerable, I tear the sheet off the bed and wrap myself in it, then head to the kitchen to get each of us some water. I feel hungover. My stomach and head hurt. I think I have heartburn.

The conversation I had with Mason plays on repeat in my brain…

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