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“I think we could leave, and they wouldn’t notice,” I whisper to Aldo.

He nods, but doesn’t take his eyes off them, his cock already halfway hard again as he strokes it.

Lane and Doug break apart, panting, and Lane points at the both of us. “Don’t even fucking think about it. Bedroom. Now.”

I jump to my feet with a mock salute and, as I move around the couch Doug slaps my ass, drawing a squeal from my lips. When I reach the bedroom door, I meet Aldo’s eye and he smiles at me in a way that lights me up inside. I don’t need words to know that he’s feeling the same way as me: like things are right.

We all tumble through into the bedroom and before I can think about what happens next, Lane picks me up and tosses me onto the bed, immediately climbing up after me and covering me with his body. I hum against his mouth as he strokes his thumb against my jaw, kissing me deep and slow, while I run my hands over the broad, firm expanse of his back. His cock is rock hard against my stomach, but he makes no move to go any further.

I’m so lost in his kiss, I barely notice the bed dipping beside me. It’s only when a second pair of lips move against my neck, that I reach out a hand, my fingers finding Aldo lying beside me.

When Lane moves from my mouth, trailing kisses down my neck to my breasts, I turn my head and catch Aldo’s mouth with my own, releasing my moans of pleasure against his tongue. It’s only then, I wonder where Doug is, and trickle of worry runs through me. Did we leave him out? Is he okay?

I pull away from Aldo’s kiss, struggling to concentrate as Lane’s tongue flicks and sucks against my nipples, driving me to distraction in the best way. It takes me a second to find Doug, half kneeling on the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he watches, one hand around his cock and the other resting on Aldo’s hip.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

My question causes both Aldo and Lane to pause. Aldo rolls away from me a little and reaches for Doug, tugging him further onto the bed.

“How the fuck do you decide who goes where?” he mutters. “I feel like my brain is about to explode.”

Lane laughs, still blanketing me with his body. He drags his tongue over my nipple, flexing his hips as he does so, dragging his heavy cock against my thigh, and a breathy moan leaves my lips. “You just gotta go with what feels right in the moment. You can’t do everything, so pick what rises to the top and try the other stuff another time.”

Doug frowns, his eyes darting between me and Lane. “That’s okay for you kinky twats. This is a one-time deal for me.”

I open my mouth to say that that’s not the case at all, but I can’t. Not without speaking to Lane and Aldo first, even though I’m ninety-nine percent sure they’re on the same page as me.

“I’ll tell you what I want,” Lane says, pinching my nipple with one hand, while the other finds its way between my legs. “I want another go at your ass, McMann. Maybe if the birthday girl is up for it, she could suck you off at the same time, while Aldo fills her up.”

My entire body trembles with anticipation, and I yelp as Lane taps his fingers against my clit before rubbing in firm, slow circles. “Yes!”

Aldo buries his face against my neck, whispering something in Italian in my ear and rolling my nipple between his fingers. I tremble, already craving more, and I look at Doug, hoping he’s on the same page.

He looks at me and smirks, his eyes moving over every inch of my writhing body, before turning to Lane with a shrug. “Sure. It’s got to be better the second time, right.”

Lane freezes. Completely freezes. Beside me, Aldo mutters something, and dread forms in a lump in my stomach.

“Please don’t tell me that was your fucking first time,” Lane grits out.

Doug rolls his eyes. “It’s not like I’m a fucking virgin, Masters. I’m the whore mascot of the Franklin West faculty.”

Lane sits up and shoves Doug in the shoulder, his eyes wide. “That’s not the same and you fucking know it. I was rough as fuck. I barely prepped you. It must have hurt like hell!”

“You’re not that big,” Doug scoffs, even though we can all clearly see that’s a lie.

Lane shoves a hand through his hair, frustration rolling off him in waves. “You should have said, Doug.”

“If I’d said, you wouldn’t have done it,” Doug says, collapsing onto the bed.

Lane makes an exasperated sound, then bends and presses a soft kiss to my lips before sliding off the bed and walking around to where Doug is sprawled out beside Aldo.

“I’m going to take your ass again tonight,” Lane says, placing his hands on either side of Doug’s head. “But this time, I’m going to make it good for you.”

Doug opens his mouth, but Lane grips his jaw and presses his mouth to his, silencing him before he can say a word.

I wait, Aldo still curled into my side, watching as Lane plunges his tongue into Doug’s mouth, his fingers gripping tightly against his beard. Lane’s claimed the commanding role tonight and I’m happy to sit back and let him call the shots, because whatever happens, I know he’s going to make sure I enjoy it.

“Aldo?” Lane says, breaking the kiss. “Do you think you can edge our girl? Don’t let her come until you’re inside her.”

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