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“My turn.” Reid moved between my still-bound legs, his cock harder than ever.
Kellan collapsed beside me, his hand lazily stroking my sweat-dampened hair. “Think you can take more?”
“Yes.” The word came out wrecked and breathless, but I meant it. Even after the intensity of what we’d just done, I wanted Reid too.
Reid positioned himself at my entrance, pushing into the wetness left behind by Kellan and Enzo. “Fuck,” he hissed, burying himself to the hilt. “You’re so wet with them.”
The filthy observation sent another rush of heat across my body. Reid established a punishing rhythm, each thrust pushing me toward another peak I wasn’t sure I could reach again so soon.
Enzo moved to untie my legs, releasing them from the bed frame but leaving the decorative ropes in place. The freedom allowed me to wrap my legs around Reid’s waist, changing the angle and driving him deeper.
I moaned as he hit a spot inside me that had stars dancing behind my eyelids.
“That’s it,” Reid encouraged, his pace never faltering. “Take what you need.”
Kellan’s mouth found my breast, sucking a nipple between his teeth while Enzo worked his hand under my back and pulled at the ropes binding my arms. The moment my arms were free, I wrapped one around Kellan’s shoulders and tangled the other in Reid’s hair, holding on as he drove into me.
Reid’s hand slipped between us to circle my clit. “I can’t… it’s too much.”
“You can,” Reid insisted, his eyes locked on mine. “One more time, Quinn. Come for me.”
The combination of his words, his touch, and the feeling of Kellan’s mouth on my breast pushed me over the edge once more. This orgasm wasn’t as forceful but deeper somehow, wringing a sob from me as my body tensed around Reid’s cock.
Reid’s rhythm stuttered, then became erratic as he chased his own release. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep, pulsing as he filled me.
For several moments, the only sound in the room was our combined ragged breathing. Reid carefully withdrew, collapsing on my other side so I was sandwiched between him and Kellan, with Enzo stretching out across the head of the bed.
“Holy shit,” I finally managed, my voice hoarse.
Kellan trailed his fingers along the rope marks decorating my skin. “That about sums it up.”
“How do you feel?” Reid’s question was soft, his concern evident as he propped himself up on one elbow to look down at me.
“Like I’ve been thoroughly fucked by three gorgeous men.” I grinned up at him, feeling loose-limbed and sated.
Enzo moved off the bed and began carefully removing the ropes, his touch gentle as he unwound each section. “Any numbness or tingling?”
I shook my head, loving how the ropes slid against my sensitive skin as they were removed. “It feels good. Really, really good.”
As the last of the ropes fell away, revealing temporary indentations in my skin that marked their paths, Kellan traced the patterns. “These look beautiful on you.”
“We should get you cleaned up.” Reid started to move as if to get a washcloth, but I caught his wrist.
“Not yet.” I wanted to savor this moment, to lie here nestled between them, feeling claimed and protected and thoroughly satisfied. “Stay with me a while longer.”
All three men settled back around me, their hands gently caressing my marked skin. In that moment, everything felt right, like all the wrong turns and heartbreaks had led me exactly where I needed to be.
And I wasn’t ready for it to end.
Chapter 22
A Simple Truth
Quinn
Iclutched my phone, staring at the confirmation email like it might vanish if I blinked too hard. I was now a confirmed participant in the Western Regional Hobby Horse Invitational.
The strange part? I wasn’t even drunk when I filled out the application. There was no alcohol-fueled decision-making. No post-breakup spiral. Just me, fully sober, choosing something ridiculous that made me happy.
