Page 153 of Cam Girl

“I’m not sure she’s ready for more than two at once.” He says it with a sneer designed to get me to retaliate.

“Want to make a bet I can outlast you?”

I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.

It’s a gamble, especially with Tase in the kitchen, watching us from the other side of the island. His hand brace on the countertop as he stares, silent, poised. Ready to erupt.

My enigmatic vet is always one step ahead of me. That’s how it feels not only at the clinic while we work but also at home. Because as much time as I spend at the cabin now, I spend even more of it at Tase’s house. Slowly, irrevocably, dusting and cleaning and making the place feel more like him.

It’s probably not my place but he seems to like the changes, if his smile is an indication.

He’s not smiling now.

Soren steps closer, his erection tenting his pants, forcing me to shift my gaze from Tase to him. He’s a predator, growling and on the edge of starvation.

“Do you have any idea what you do to us, Gilli? How crazy you make us?”

We’ve talked a little about what happened the night of the break in. The healing process is taking longer than I thought. It’s unspoken between us, something we all know but no one is willing to look at too closely yet.

I beckon him forward until he steps into my hand and lower his sweatpants, maintaining eye contact.

“I have to admit. Watching you like this is turning me on,” Tase says. “Now I wish I had a camera.”

This is the first time the four of us have been together. My breath comes faster. A split second of anticipation tightens my heart until I look around.

Aiden is there behind me, a steady presence, his knee braced.

Soren’s cock is in my hand and I use his extra skin to stroke him, velvet softness over his hardness. Tase?—

To my surprise, he’s moved, now standing shoulder to shoulder with Soren.

My pussy pulses with need, one only the three of them can fulfill. It might seem like a different set of shackles than the ones I grew up with.

But together, I’m freer than I’ve ever been. I’m practically feral.

Aiden glides his fingers between my legs in a steady rhythm to stoke me higher.

The room is bathed in a bluish glow from the television and casts shadows over their features, painting them both as starker than they are. Harder.

We’ve loved tenderly and roughly, sometimes both in the same night. My core clenches.

“Stand, Gilli,” Tase demands.

With my hand still on Soren’s cock, Aiden pushes me up, Tase grabbing me by the elbows. He gingerly takes my shirt and lifts it over my head, tossing it aside.

“No panties,” Soren murmurs, his cock twitching.

Only my sleep shorts and those are damp. My mouthdries and my tongue flicks across my lower lip as Tase pulls my bra down and bites my nipple.

Aiden adjusts himself behind me until he’s sitting on the couch with his legs bent over the edge.

“Nope, she has no idea what she does to us.” Tase’s voice is a tattoo along my skin. He glances up at me with his eyes narrowed. “Aiden?”

“You got it.”

From behind me, Aiden grabs my shorts and tugs them down, waiting for me to step out. Soren massages my opposite breast with one hand and undoes the bra clasp with the other.

He pushes me backward to give him a better look at my body.

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