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Doug’s breathing is heavy, his grip in my hair painful, but the slide of Aldo’s cock against me is enough of a distraction. I know he’s waiting for Lane and as he purposefully nudges against my clit, I tremble, pushing back against him.

“Soon,mia stella,” Aldo murmurs, his hand stroking down my spine.

Lane works himself in deeper, taking his time, even as Doug tries to push back against him. Then, without warning, Lane grunts and slides all the way home, his head falling back as Aldo slams into me, the force nudging Doug’s cock to the back of my throat.

My eyes roll back in my head as Aldo fucks into me with steady thrusts, the sensation of being filled after the torturous denial, pure bliss. I bob my head on Doug’s cock, alternating between taking him deep and working him with my hand. Lane’s thrusts are slow and measured as he rolls his hips, wringing whimpers of pleasure from Doug.

“Harder,” he barks.

Lane continues his steady onslaught as he grins down at him. “What’s the magic word, McMann?”

“Fuck you.”

I laugh around Doug’s cock, but Aldo’s hands reach around, caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples and my laughter turns to moans.

“If you want me to fuck you harder, you have to ask nicely,” Lane says.

I know he’s struggling. I can hear it in his tone. He wants to let go, but he won’t. He’s just as stubborn as Doug. He’d rather pull out and jerk himself off than give in.

“Please,” Doug grits out, surprising me. “Fucking fuck me harder.”

Lane doesn’t hesitate, and I pull off as he begins to pound into Doug relentlessly. Aldo picks up speed too, and after being teased for so long, it’s not long before my release is within my grasp. The sound of our pants and breathy moans fills the room amidst the brash sounds of skin on skin, and then I’m crying out, my body igniting as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me. Aldo hauls me up against his chest, his hips powering at a punishing speed as he chases his own release, and then his rhythm stutters and he groans, sucking at the flesh of my shoulder as he pulses inside me.

Doug cries out, pulling my attention, and I slip out of Aldo’s arms. Crawling forward, I watch Lane pounding into Doug, a sheen of sweat over his body, his muscles flexing with each powerful thrust. He meets my eye and slows, which causes Doug to moan in frustration, but then I take the head of his swollen cock back into my mouth and he bucks beneath me.

“Fuck. I’m close,” he says. “Joy . . .”

His words are a warning, but I’m not going anywhere. I swallow him down as cries out, watching Lane through my lashes as he stares at me, his lust filled gaze only leaving mine when he grunts and empties inside Doug.

Aldo tugs at me and I fall backwards, snuggling into his chest. I should go clean up, but I don’t want to miss a second with these men.

Doug sucks in a breath through his teeth when Lane slowly pulls out, but my heart swells as he drapes his body over Doug’s and kisses him soundly before disposing of the condom and laying down on the pillow beside him.

Once everyone’s come down from the high, we’ll have to talk about this. Is Doug going to stay the night? I really hope so. He shifts, and I know he’s going to say something. I just hope it’s not that he’s leaving.

“I just need to know one thing,” he says, still breathless. “Do we all get Italian pet names, or is it just Joy?”

ALDO

The sun has barely risen, the sky more gray than blue amidst the tree line, as I lean against the counter in Lane’s kitchen waiting for the coffee to brew. I’m not sure whether it’s because I’m used to waking up at dawn for practice, or because I didn’t drink as much as the others last night, or the fact that four grown adults squashed in a king size bed is like sleeping in an oven, but I just couldn’t stay asleep.

It was hard getting out of bed. Both figuratively and literally. I woke up with Lane at my back, his arm around my waist and Joy at my front, her head tucked under my chin, with Doug curled around her. Extracting myself from the delicious tangle of limbs had required military precision, but I needed the bathroom and then I didn’t want to risk waking them when I returned. So, coffee.

“Why the hell are you up so early?”

I jump at the sound of Lane’s voice as he appears from his bedroom, running a hand through his sleep-mussed blond hair. Shirtless, his Franklin West branded sweatpants sit so low on his hips, I can tell he’s not wearing any underwear.

“You’re up early, too,” I counter, smirking at him as he narrows his dark blue eyes.

Heaving a yawn, he stretches his arms above his head, every delicious golden muscle tensing and flexing while I watch. My dick has only just relaxed from an epic bout of morning wood, but it stirs again at the show in front of me. Especially as all the visual serves to do is remind me how those muscles flexed like that as they owned Doug.Fuck. That was hot.

Lane grins at me, totally knowing where my mind has gone, his attention flitting to my black boxer briefs. “Morning, gorgeous.”

“Morning.” I grin. He’s like walking sunshine. And he’s mine.

I huff a laugh as Lane strides over and lifts me, setting me down on the counter, before nipping at my neck, his hands traveling the length of my thighs.

“Excuse me? You can’t just walk in and start throwing me around,” I chide.

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