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“Then picture it. Us sitting there, pleasing each other as we watch them get our girl off.”

“Fuck,” Drake curses.

He grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard. His tongue finding its way into my mouth, dueling with mine.

The tension builds as my hands find their way under his shirt.

Someone bumps into me, jolting me forward.

“Sorry!” a drunk girl slurs as she stumbles away.

“Should we get out of here?” Drake asks as he pulls back.

“Us? For sure, but let’s see if they want to go with us now as well.”

Drake grabs my hand and we weave our way through the crowd, making our way to the stairs. He basically pulls me up the stairs behind him.

“Impatient, are we?” I joke as we hit the top of the landing and make our way to the table.

My breath catches, and Drake hisses when the guys and Aurora come into view. The balcony was blocked off just for us and they are clearly taking advantage of it.

Santi turned his chair so his back was to the crowd. Aurora is still on his lap, but now his hand is under her skirt as Ezra has his hand wrapped around her throat. Aurora is holding on tightly to both men, completely consumed with what they are doing to her.

“Fuck me,” I groan.

“Plan on it,” Drake mumbles.

Ezra’s head whips our way, and he smiles devilishly when he sees it’s just us.

“Look who decided to join us,” he murmurs to Aurora.

Her eyes widen when she sees us.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Santi hums as he runs his lips along her neck.

“Fucking stunning,” I admit.

“Perfection,” Drake says.

Aurora cries out as she comes. Slowly Santi removes his hand from under her skirt and brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them. All of us groan in unison.

“Holy shit,” Aurora pants.

“You taste fucking incredible. Do you know what I think?” Santi says.

“What?”

He smirks at all of us guys as he spreads his legs farther apart, Aurora’s resting on top of his thighs, leaving her completely open. “You should give them all a taste.”

Aurora’s eyes flutter shut as she whimpers, nodding her head.

I step forward only for Ezra to slap a hand onto my chest, keeping me in place. “Words, Miss Blake. We need your words. Now, are you going to be a good little slut and show us how wet you are? Let us have a taste?”

Her eyes snap open and dilate further. If I didn’t know she was sober, I would think she was on drugs with how far gone she is.

“Yes.” She reaches down and lifts her skirt farther up, putting her on full display.

Ezra drops his hand and allows me forward. “Fingers only. She can have more when we get home,” he orders.

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