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“He’s always so fucking bossy.” Rhys shot me an impish smile. “Put the toilet seat down. Wipe the kitchen benches after you make a coffee.” He shifted so his body was turned towards mine, and his hand dropped closer. “Give our girl orgasms on the drive home.” A kiss, then another, to quieten me when I tried to reply. “This at least is one order I’ll happily follow.”

The hoodie was useless, little more than an obstacle, because when his mouth crashed down on mine, his hands surged under it. Caressing me, tracing the shape of my body until I was panting into his mouth, and then when I was about to whine for more, he pulled back, watching me closely to catch the moment my mouth fell open as his fingers traced the shape of my nipple, then clamped down upon it.

That sharp little tug was a perfect representation of how I felt about the evening. The pain that burst so bittersweetly when I found three women in my place. The pleasure that rushed through me as they were given their marching orders. Then the wordless madness of Rhys unclipping his seatbelt and shoving his head under the hoodie.

The car instantly responded, an alarm ringing through the entire cabin, making clear what was happening. Not safe, not secure, even I could feel that as my hand cradled the back of his head. Mandie had it right. I should be getting to know each one of them, seeing if I even wanted the title of girlfriend. Instead, when his other hand slid down, raking at the skirts of my dress, I let my thighs fall open.

“Is he looking after you, Katie?”

Garrett’s clipped tones jerked me out of the haze I was marinating in. It brought the cool glass of the window, the whoosh of the cars speeding past us, back into stark relief. I wasn’t safe, in their room or mine. I was out in the world, and right as Rhys grunted, his fingers hooking the cute underwear Mandie had made me buy to one side, then groaning as he discovered just how wet I was, I couldn’t have felt better.

“Katie?”

Garrett was going to get bossy and demand an answer, I could see that, so I tried. Of course, right as I tried to answer, Rhys traced the shape of my entrance, right before pushing his fingers in. All I could let out was a guttural moan, something that seemed to please Garrett even more than anything else I could say.

The car was wrenched to the side of the road, the hazard lights flicked on, and the rapid tick, tick, tick of the indicators felt like they matched the pace of my heart rate. Garrett unclipped his seat belt and then spun around, staring through the gap between the seats.

“Has he got his fingers buried in that tight little cunt, Katie?” His brown eyes were cool, merciless, right now. They forced an answer from me, if even just in the form of a quick nod. “Give her another finger.”

“Working on it.” Rhys’ voice was muffled until he pulled his head free. “But you’re so damn tight.”

I didn’t feel like that at all. Instead, I was flayed wide open, gasping, as he pulsed his fingers in and out before pulling back and doing as he was told.

Shit.

The stretch had me clawing at the seats of the car while bearing down and wanting more.

“You’re going to need more than that if you want to take all of us tonight.” Garrett’s hand idly caressed the headrest of the passenger side seat. “Do you want that? No sleep, just pleasure, one after the other, until we’ve filled you to the brim.”

“Made you ours, finally.”

Rhys growled that out, then kissed me hard.

“You tell us now what you want and we’ll make sure that happens,” Garrett said, forcing my eyes to flick back open. He saw everything, the mess I’d devolved into, and yet would not look away. “We will give you everything you could possibly want, if you just say yes.”

The idea of it, the brush of Rhys’ thumb over my clit, then when it pressed down harder, it made clear to anyone driving past what we were doing. Tearing me apart, all the pain, the bullshit of the past burning up just like my skin was, leaving just me.

I answered the only way I could.

“Yes…” I panted, feeling the tension twist tighter inside me. “Yes…”

“Then come for Rhys like a good girl,” Garrett said, his gaze softening. “Soak his fingers. Leave him aching to replace them with his cock.”

“Already fucking there.”

My focus was dragged back to Rhys as he hung over me, watching every tiny response, nodding when I felt sensation spike inside me. I did exactly as I was told, pleasure spilling through me, waking every damn nerve ending up and making it sing as I fell apart, only for Rhys to put me right back together.

“So beautiful.” His kiss was far gentler now, even as I felt the tension in his body. “Fuck, Garrett, get our girl home. I’m this close to just coming in my pants.”

“Really?” I croaked that out as I smiled, shuddering as his fingers pulled free. “Well, seems like I need to do something about that.”

Chapter48

Rhys

Katie was going to kill me.

My dick had been in hibernation right up until the point she collided with me outside the gym showers, but now that he was awake, it felt like he was trying to claw his way beyond my zipper. He just wanted to get to her, and then she had to go and shoot me that sexy little smile, right before her hand started to ease the zip down.

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