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I was already close, my body strung so tight it felt like the barest touch could send me spiraling again. But this time, I wanted more. I wanted to give, not just take.

I turned my head, breathless and wild, and looked up at Garrett, my hand sliding down his stomach to his cock, already hard, thick, pulsing with need.

His eyes flared, jaw tightening as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slow and firm.

“Fuck, Riley,” he hissed, his head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “That’s it, baby. Like that.”

I shifted, leaning in, licking a slow, teasing stripe up the length of him before taking him into my mouth, savoring the weight and heat, the taste of him as I sucked him deep.

Garrett’s hand fisted in my hair with a low groan, his breath ragged, hips flexing slightly as I worked him over with my mouth.

The combination of pleasuring him while Asher’s fingers thrust deep and Beckett’s mouth teased and tortured my breasts was overwhelming.

The dizzying swirl of sensations had me whimpering around Garrett’s cock, my body rocking between them, greedy for more, always more.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” Asher growled, fingers curling inside me just right, his thumb circling my clit with devastating precision. “Taking care of Garrett while we take care of you. Fuck, baby, you’re unbelievable.”

Beckett’s mouth was everywhere, sucking, biting, licking, his hands kneading my thighs, my hips. My body trembled, every nerve ending alive, every part of me aching with pleasure.

I moaned around Garrett, sucking him deeper, my hand stroking what couldn’t fit, the taste and texture of him making me even wetter, even needier.

He was breathing hard now, low curses falling from his lips as he watched me, his eyes dark and heavy with lust. “Holy hell,” he groaned. “You’re gonna kill me, Riley. You feel so fucking good.”

Asher’s fingers thrust faster, deeper, his thumb pressing down on my clit, and Beckett’s teeth grazed my nipple as Garrett’s cock hit the back of my throat. And it was too much, too good, my body tensing, tightening, the pleasure coiling hot and sharp and unstoppable.

I tried to hold back, tried to keep sucking Garrett, but my body had other plans.

I shattered again, my cry muffled around Garrett’s cock as the orgasm ripped through me, making me shake and sob, my body convulsing with the force of it.

Asher and Beckett didn’t stop, milking every last wave, every last shudder, until I was gasping, tears of pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes.

Garrett pulled back gently, cradling my face, his eyes soft and burning all at once.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “So fucking good. But we aren't done with you yet."

I lay there, wrecked and trembling, completely undone by these men who’d just ruined me in the best possible way. And all I could think was that I never wanted to stop.

Not ever.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Asher

I couldn’t wipethe stupid smile off my face no matter how hard I tried. And it had nothing to do with my steaming mug of morning coffee.

I leaned a hip against the counter, rubbing a hand over my jaw, still feeling the scrape of her nails down my back like a phantom burn.

Outside, the world was cold and white and silent. But in here, fire glowed.

My phone buzzed on the counter. One look at the screen, and the warm feeling in my chest twisted sharp.

Lucy.

I let it buzz once. Twice. Thought about ignoring it.

Picked up anyway.

“Hey, Lu,” I said, doing my best to sound casual, despite all that had happened recently.

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