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I wrap my hand around his shaft—well, I try, but he’s just that damn thick—and pump him. I know when I find a rhythm he enjoys because he jerks, his hips thrusting forward. I can’t tear my eyes away as he grows in my hand, and I lean forward so I can lick the bead of precum that’s formed.

“Holy shit,” he grunts.

Running my tongue around his head, I lower my lips and hollow out my cheeks. I feel his hand on the back of my head as he pushes me down further.

“Jesus, man, the way she’s taking you in right now…so fucking hot,” I hear Wilder groan in a breathless pant as he continues to slam into me.

I take as much of Hawk as I can, until I feel him brush the back of my throat, then I pull back, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft and allowing my teeth to lightly graze his skin. He twitches in my mouth and I hum in approval.

“Fuck, she’s loving the taste of you, aren’t you, baby girl? You’re fucking gushing.”

I hum again, hearing Hawk hiss above me as his fist tightens in my hair and his gaze catches on mine, the unadulterated need in his eyes encouraging me to take him deeper. His hips begin to buck, slowly at first, but they quickly gather speed until he’s holding me still and fucking my face.

“That’s it, take all of me. You feel so fucking amazing,” Hawk grunts, his voice strained with need.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight.” Wilder’s voice sounds strained, and as my orgasm begins to crest, Hawk pulls out of my mouth with a pop. Wilder uses his grip on my hips to pull me down the bed, and leaning over me, the deep brown pools of his eyes hold me captive. “Come,” he growls, the authoritative command leaving me with no option but to obey as a ball of energy unfurls from my lower belly, sending exhilarating sparks through my nerves, all the way to my fingers and toes.

I sag into the mattress, boneless, and I only realize my eyes have drifted shut when I feel someone grab me under the arms and haul me back up the bed.

“You’re not done yet, E.” Despite how blissed out I am, Hawk’s dark promise of more has my greedy pussy perking up again. I feel Hawk’s hard length brush against my thigh, reminding me he didn’t come...and neither did Wilder.

Hawk sprawls himself on the bed beside me, grinning cockily as he lazily pumps his beast of a dick. “Climb aboard, baby. I’ll show you how real men fuck.”

He reaches over to the bedside table, pulling it open and lifting out a condom, quickly sheathing himself while Wilder grumbles something about Hawk not knowing what a real man is, but I block out their sniping as I throw my thigh over Hawk’s waist. I trail my fingers over his abdomen, tracing the contours of his muscles before making my way up to the fine hairs on his chest, taking a moment to appreciate the muscular specimen that is Hawk.

I feel Wilder’s heat at my back, and his hands slide along my thighs before he glides them over my sides, cupping my tits. I lean into his hard chest, grinding down on Hawk’s cock, coating it in my wetness as he lifts his hips to meet me.

Gripping my hips, Wilder lifts me, lowering me onto Hawk. The stretch borders on painful—a delicious kind of painful—as I slowly sink onto him, inch by glorious inch.

“Yeah, baby, you can take me.” Hawk stares starstruck at the point where his dick sinks into me, until I’m fully seated and feeling impossibly full. We all pause for a moment, and I can feel the rapid rise and fall of Wilder's chest behind me, and Hawk’s erratic heartbeat beneath my palms.

Hawk’s dick twitches inside me and I flutter around him, making him groan. “Move,” he grunts out between gritted teeth. “Show me how good you feel.”

“Oh, she feels like your very own personal dick snuggler,” Wilder murmurs, and if it wasn’t for the awe in his tone, I’d be confused as to whether that was a compliment or not.

I slowly lift myself off Hawk, before sliding down him again, loving the long, pained groan he emits. Wilder keeps a hold of my hips guiding my movements until I’m cresting up that peak once again, and by the half-pained, half-orgasmic look on his face, Hawk isn’t far behind.

Lubing up his finger, on my next glide down Hawk’s dick, I feel Wilder’s finger touching my ass before he slowly inserts it into me, testing the waters. Once the initial burn has passed, I groan at the feeling of both of them inside me.

He takes his time, ensuring I’m comfortable before adding another finger, slowly stretching me. My breathing is coming in rapid pants when I feel Wilder’s palm press firmly on my back, pushing me down toward Hawk’s chest. Hawk lifts his head to capture my lips, distracting me with one of his signature dominant kisses that leaves my head spinning, and I’m barely aware of the loss of Wilder’s fingers or him shifting behind me until I feel the coldness of lube, followed by him pressing against my back entrance. My whole body freezes, but I feel both of their hands stroking me, helping me relax.

“Shhh, baby,” Hawk murmurs against my lips. “Just breathe. Let him in. I promise, it’s going to feel so good.”

Staring into his gray-blue eyes that are blown with lust, I begin to relax. I can see the honesty in his gaze. If I don’t enjoy it or want to stop, that’s exactly what he will do. I push back as Wilder slides inside me, giving me time to adjust to him before pushing deeper.

“Oh Jesus, you’re strangling my dick,” he hisses, but he keeps going so I can only assume that’s a good thing.

When he’s fully seated, I feel like I can hardly breathe, I’m so full, and I just lie frozen on Hawk, unsure what to do. Wilder moves first, mumbling curses and groaning, and a moment later, Hawk follows, the two of them finding a rhythm that works for all of us.

My nails dig into Hawk’s chest, leaving half-moon marks that I know will still be there tomorrow, and as I feel them swell within me, my orgasm explodes out of me, so intense that I feel like I’m about to black out. I’m faintly aware of Hawk grunting out his release, and Wilder groaning behind me.

I sag forward, collapsing onto Hawk’s sweaty chest, the three of us panting heavily. I feel Wilder shift behind me, climbing off the bed and moving around the room before I hear the sound of the door opening. I try to lift my head to ask him where he’s going, but I don’t have the energy, and as soon as my muscles tense, Hawk strokes along my arms until I once again relax.

Wilder’s only gone for a few moments, and when he returns, Hawk maneuvers me onto my back, and I feel a warm cloth between my legs. When he’s done, Wilder tosses the cloth into the laundry basket and climbs into bed, dragging me into his arms. As oblivion pulls me under, I feel Hawk’s heat at my back, sandwiching me perfectly between them.

Chapter 10

The sun has barely graced the horizon when I wake the next morning. Feeling two warm bodies pressing in against me, I stiffen, and thoughts of last night assault my brain.Oh my god. I can’t believe I did that.How fucking awkward is that going to make everything for the next few weeks? I have to suppress my groan, not wanting to wake either of them, and knowing I need to get out of Hawk’s apartment before Hadley or the guys get up. I wriggle out from between them, snatch my dress from last night off the floor and shimmy into it before I grab my heels that Wilder must have picked up and brought back with us, and creep out the door.

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