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He had his tongue swirling around my most sensitive area in seconds, tracing patterns over my clit.

His mouth combined with Ryan’s fingers was all too much. If they weren’t careful, they were going to drive me over the edge before I could even catch my breath.

Soon, everything changed all over again. It was like a blur. I was on my hands and knees with Ryan in my mouth and Jaxon teasing my entrance from behind.

I almost screamed with need as I waited to be taken.

But things kept changing, over and over, making me lose my mind. I sat on Colt, riding him. I tasted Ryan. I felt Jaxon in my hands as Ryan used his tongue to tip me over the edge.

It was amazing.

I didn’t think that it was possible for it to be better than it was at the cabin, but the chemistry between us seemed only to grow with time.

The first orgasm swept through me and exploded hard. I was like an erupting volcano. The waves of lava-like pleasure washed over me with serious intensity.

I bucked and writhed violently, glad to have three men ready to hold me up so I didn’t completely lose it.

Their hands were all over me, grazing over me, touching me, feeling me.

“Oh, wow,” I gasped out, my hand sliding through my sweaty hair. “That was amazing. You boys are just… phenomenal.”

But it quickly became clear that they weren’t done with me as they drove me rapidly toward my second orgasm, and then a third.

Having all of these men to enjoy meant I always had someone touching me and helping me along.

As one of them tired, someone else would take over. I didn’t even feel greedy, because as I bucked and writhed through the pleasure a fourth time, I knew I needed them all in my life.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

Colt

The firehouse kitchen was a mess,as usual.

Empty mugs littered the counter, a box of half-stale donuts sat open on the table, and someone had left the milk carton out again.

I stood by the coffee maker, watching the pot slowly fill, trying to focus on anything but the storm of emotions swirling in my chest.

Last night played on a loop in my head.

Lila. Soft, warm…ours.

The way she’d let herself sink into us, the way her smile had cracked through her sadness, lighting up the room. I could still feel her fingers brushing against mine, still hear her breathy laugh.

But it wasn’t just me. It was all of us.

Me, Jaxon, Ryan.

Somehow, this thing we had, this connection, didn’t feel strange. It felt… right. And that scared the hell out of me.

“Morning.” Nate’s gravelly voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I glanced over my shoulder to see him shuffle into the room, looking like death warmed over. His hair was a mess, his eyes bloodshot, and his face drawn tight with exhaustion. He grabbed a mug from the counter, grunting when he saw the coffee wasn’t ready yet.

“Rough night?” I asked, keeping my tone light.

He shot me a glare before rubbing a hand over his face. “Something like that.”

I leaned back against the counter, crossing my arms as I watched him. Nate wasn’t much of a drinker, but when he did go hard, it usually meant he was trying to drown something out. Judging by the state of him now, I’d bet good money it had to do with Lila.

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