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Holden nods slowly, biting back a grin. “Good girl. You know I’m proud of you for all the work you’ve done lately.” Thereit is again. That comforting, fatherly way of speaking that has me desperate to get down on my knees and suck his cock like a good little girl.

Rhett glances toward me, his voice low and husky as he says, “I don’t want to lose you.” Words like this aren’t easy for Rhett, and I know it took a lot to say them.

I twist toward him, straddling his lap, my hands on either side of his face. “I don’t want to loseyou.If this is too much, I’ll stop.” Saying the words leaves a pit in my stomach because as much as I love Rhett, as much history as we’ve had, I can’t deny what I feel for Holden, and what intense sparks I felt with Maverick.

“Be honest with me.” Rhett holds his hand over my throat. “Do you want him? Can you love us all?”

My clit throbs as I grind unintentionally into Rhett’s lap. “I hope so. I want to. I want to make you feel more loved than you’ve ever felt. I want you all to feel safe with me, too.”

Rhett glances at me. His eyes are hooded, drunk on something I don’t even think he understands. “Show me what you’d do to him. Go on, trouble. Touch Holden. Put on a show for me.”

My gaze draws up to Rhett’s and my heart slams so hard against my ribcage I’m not sure it’s ever going to beat right again. “What do you mean?”

“You heard me. Do the thing you do to make me feel good. Show him what he can have.” Rhett’s cheeks are red and warm.

“What?While you watch?”

He nods slowly. “Yeah.”

“But… you’re supposed to join. That’s… I don’t want to leave you out.”

“And I will… in time. Right now, I want to watch my girl.” He kisses my forehead gently. “So… make him come hard. I know you can.”

I hold Rhett’s stare for a moment longer, searching his eyes for anything that would tell me he wasn’t as into this as much as he claims to be, but there’s something there. A spark, a hunger, a desperation to watch me with Holden. An undeniable urge to watch me get this man off.

Swallowing hard, I climb up off Rhett’s lap and turn toward Holden, desperate to cross lines we’ve never crossed, but nervous for Rhett to watch. And though I know there are parts of my reality I’m leaving out of this conversation, I pull forward, full steam ahead, letting the fantasy relieve every bit of stress I’ve been holding onto.

Chapter Eleven

Molly

Holden waves me forward with two thick fingers in a come-hither motion, his gaze on me warm and heavy.

My chest rises and falls quickly as he lays his rough hand against my face and fingers into my hair, smoothing the strands back. I know Rhett wants a show, but I’m not sure how to give him one. I’ve been sheltered most of my life and what I’ve done with Rhett is the wildest thing I’ve ever experienced. Well… now this is. I want to be enticing and sexy, but I don’t particularly know how to do either.

None of that seems to matter. Holden grips my waist and leans into my ear with a growl and says, “Get on your knees for me, little one. I want to see you play.”

Dear God, this can’t be happening. I lower myself to the ground and stare up at him as I unbuckle his jeans slowly, tugging them down to expose the massive cock that I’d been eyeing in therapy for months. He stares down at me, gripping a fist full of hair into his giant hand.

“I need to see those pretty lips on my cock. Can you do that for me? Can you lick me from the balls up?”

Wow! His language is much more vulgar than I ever imagined it could be. Until now, every exchange we’ve had has been so professional. Hearing these filthy words has me soaked immediately.

Also, did he just call melittle one?

My clit throbs and I kiss the tip of his dick before rolling my tongue down the shaft and up again, pausing for a moment to suck his balls.

“Oh, that’s good.” He sighs deeper as I take him into my throat, and soon, I feel Rhett’s warmth behind me, guiding my head deeper onto Holden’s cock.

Tingles surge up and down my back as Rhett takes control of my head and Holden growls out in pleasure.

“That’s my girl. Get him in deep. You know what feels good.” Rhett’s voice is ragged with need as though he’s going to lose it.

I do as he’s instructed and take Holden’s cock deep into my throat until I’m gagging on his length and tears sprinkle down my cheeks. I love it! I love Rhett’s big warm hands on my face. I love Holden’s cock deep in my throat.

Rhett pulls my head off with a suctioning pop, then steps back.

“Strip off your clothes, little one.” Holden’s voice is commanding, and his gaze is dialed in so deeply that it’s hard to focus on anything else.

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