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“Sounds like it to me.” Bridge stuck his chest out and stared at me like an animal about to pounce. He moved to one side of the bed and knelt on the bed near my legs, Mason doing the same on the other side.

I gasped when they grabbed my ankles, sliding their hands tenderly up the inside to my knees and spreading me open. I sucked in air, my lungs working overtime as Logan crawled on the bed, bringing his damn bowl of cream.

“You three are dangerous,” I mused, my body covered in excited goosebumps.

“You have no idea,” Logan murmured as he scooped a pile of cream with his fingers and slathered it across my spread pussy.

I moaned, the sensation of his touch a promise of me reaching Nirvana, over and over.

“We’re going to take turns,” Mason told me, his grin devious. “I’m dying to lick that sweet, pink pussy again.”

“I want your mouths all over me, your faces covered in my slick.”

“Oh, damn, our Kitty Kat is as filthy as us.”

I laughed at them as Logan tenderly kissed the inside of my thighs, sliding upward, then his mouth found my cream-covered offering. His lips lapped up all the ice cream and my juices. I fisted the sheets, demanding more with my whimpers. He had his mouth on my clit, sucking at it, then flicking it with his tongue.

“Fuck, I love seeing her being eaten,” Bridged murmured as he and Mason watched me writhe with desire.

“That’s so good,” I groaned as the other men’s hands moved over to my breasts, their kisses covering me.

“I would die for you,” Mason whispered in my ear, then kissed my neck. “We all would.”

My breath hitched, my hips jerking against Logan’s face as his tongue swirled over my swollen lips. The sounds we all made were an orchestra of love. My moans grew louder, but I didn’t want to rush this time. I needed to make that delicious sensation last for as long as possible.

Bridge kissed down my stomach, his tongue trailing along my belly button, then moved lower, licking the cream Logan had missed. Logan pulled back, his mouth on my inner thigh. Bridge dipped his head down between my thighs, his tongue taking long strokes of my pussy. He pushed into my hole, and I groaned. My hips worked on the bed while Mason sucked on my breasts hard enough, I knew I’d be covered in love bites, but I didn’t care. I thrashed on the bed, crying in pleasure as my three lovers devoured me.

Never did I imagine sex could be this good. I clearly had never done it right. Mason, Logan, and Bridge knew how to drive me crazy, how to bring out the best in me.

As I rode Bridge’s face, the promised crescendo of pleasure tore through me. I cried out so loud, I was certain anyone in the house heard me, but I didn’t care. I came, screaming my lungs out beneath my men who took everything I had and gave me back everything I’d ever wanted.

At long last, I found a home in three hearts that beat for me.

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

KAT

The sound of laughter and the clatter of pans reverberated through my mother’s old house. It was filled with life and love once again. Logan was in the kitchen, an apron tied around his waist, dancing to some tune while cooking up a storm. Bridge was sprawled on the living room floor, focused on a racing game he was playing on the huge TV.

And me, I was nestled in Mason’s lap on the couch, both of us watching him.

“No, no, no, Bridge, take the left ramp!” Mason instructed, pointing at the television screen with his free hand, his voice excited and loud over the blaring sounds of the video game. “Overtake that guy! Go faster, Bridge!” he continued, his fingers tapping out an anxious rhythm on the back of the couch.

Bridge rolled his eyes dramatically, his focus split between the game and glaring at Mason.

“Will you shut up and let me drive?” Bridge barked playfully. His fingers moved rapidly over the game controller. “You’re worse than a nagging backseat driver, man!”

Laughter bubbled from my lips at their banter, filling me with happiness I hadn’t known since losing my mom.

I thought back to the institute and how much things had changed since I completed my time, which was for the better. I still kept in touch with Lily, who decided to move to the UK on a working visa, mostly to get away from her boyfriend who insisted they were still together. Louise on the other hand, remained at the institute, hired as a helping hand to the new girls who arrived. I liked to think she would be a great fit, but I still had my doubts.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted us.

I jumped up from Mason’s lap and darted toward the door, my heart beating with anticipation. I could sense the guys hot on my heels, their protective instincts never too far away. I swung the door open, and there she was—her hair pulled back in a messy bun, eyes sparkling with excitement, and lips coated in her signature glossy pink lipstick.

“Emma!” I screamed in delight, throwing myself into her arms. She laughed and squealed, our joy flooding the front yard.

She took a step back, a playful smirk on her lips as she took in the sight of the guys behind me.

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