Page 60 of My Three Rivals

She dropped her hands to her face, and I pulled them aside, standing her up against me, thighs against the chair as I pulled her into my arms.

“You need to stop beating yourself up over the choiceshemade,” I told her quietly. “Because I promise, this isn’t likely to be the last time you hear about his shitty decisions.”

“He’s right,” Atticus agreed, closing the gap between us, his lumbering form casting a comforting shadow over us. “And it’s nothing we can’t make right over time. It’s just a matter of calling the distributors and getting back in with them.”

Tegan appeared unconvinced. “Why do I get the sense that it’s not that simple?”

“Five Penny has had business with most of them for years. A little hiatus won’t set back that relationship,” Wyatt promised, his hand reaching up to stroke her cheek reassuringly. “We’ll make this right, Tegan. You’ll see.”

She raised her head and looked at us, a quivering smile touching her lips. “We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” she mused. “Once upon a time, you might have relished in my misery.”

I brushed her jet hair back and kissed each of her cheeks as Atticus placed his hands on her hips from behind.

“That’s just not true,” I replied quietly. “There was never a time when we wanted to see you fail—no matter what you thought.”

“Never,” Wyatt conceded, joining us to encircle her fully.

Triangulated in amongst us three, she darted her eyes between us, her body relaxing amongst us, shining teeth showing as she gnawed on her lower lip.

She cocked her head back to catch Atticus’ mouth; her smile growing wider under the kiss. My cock grew hard as her nipples tensed against her shirt. The sweetness of her scent fell over me, her body enticing me closer. The fact that my partners were there only added to the excitement I felt.

Wyatt’s hand found the flat of her stomach, and I pressed myself against her, pulling up her shirt as her mouth again crashed to Atticus’.

“We’ve got you, Princess,” I rasped in her ear, my lips roaming around the curve of her neck. My words sent prickles over her skin, fueling my desire for her.

It was natural, normal, the stripping of her clothes, our mouths exploring her slender, sexy crevices as we pulled away her pieces, leaving her naked and exposed for our hands, lips, and cocks to discover again.

Tegan sighed when Atticus shoved the mound of papers off the desk, shoving her forward to spread her apart. His hands splayed over the ripple of her shoulders as his head dropped along her back, leaving me to saunter around the front of the desk, gathering her hair into a ponytail. Gone were all her worries about the vineyard and distribution. Long gone were her concerns about us, her body melting under our touch.

She peered up at me, her green eyes gleaming, mouth parted as she undid my belt. Wyatt had already lost his jeans, his elongated shaft in his hand, stroking as he patiently waited for his turn.

Tegan groaned when Atticus buried himself into her from behind, his face lost between the sweet curve of her ass cheeks. She reached for me eagerly, my cock suctioning into her mouth as another moan of pleasure erupted from her lips.

Wyatt moved closer, one hand still on himself, the other trailing over the sweet spot of her neck as she bobbed up and down against me, taking me deep into her throat.

“Ah, fuck,” I grunted, clinging harder to her head, drawing her deeper as she gagged slightly but didn’t stop.

Atticus slapped her ass once, and Tegan yelped, raising her head, her eyes popping. I groaned again, my head falling back, hip jabbing into her in a steady, even rhythm.

Atticus’ face returned to surface, his five o’clock shadow soaked with Tegan’s juices, the sight of it bringing me to the brink.

The tiny, cramped space filled with the smell of our pheromones, mixing, mingling, crashing.

“She’s all ready for you,” Atticus told Wyatt, slapping Tegan’s ass again. The sight of it only made me harder, the rise and fall of her buttocks making me wonder what she felt like from that angle.

He raised her hips against the desks, spitting along the crack of her ass, and I grunted, biting on my lower lip as Tegan suctioned onto me so hard, I almost came.

Hard and fully ready, Wyatt plunged into her with a sigh, his fingers digging into her hips, pulling Tegan back, and she whimpered, the vibration setting the pace for my climax.

I withdrew myself, wanting to last just a little longer, and Atticus was ready for his turn, too.

My lips found Tegan’s back as Atticus took my spot, Tegan’s muffled cries growing louder, but Atticus held himself deep inside her throat as Wyatt went wild, pounding at her as they mounted in unison to the same ultimate conclusion.

Tegan’s cries seemed to be coming from somewhere else, far away, but when Atticus grunted, releasing her, she howled, dropping her grip on him, her fingers curling around the desk as he doubled over, panting.

She turned to look at me, Wyatt still in his groove, her fingers extended toward me, gesturing for me to come closer, but I continued to kiss her sweat-soaked skin as she mewled and thrashed against the desk.

“I’m coming!” she screamed, giving Wyatt the permission he needed to finish himself.

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