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Snorting, I pulled out and watched as my cum trailed out after me. I didn’t know why, but it was hot as hell, a primal urge being met.

We all cleaned up, ordered some pizza for dinner, and then talked and worked on the last details before crashing into bed. Grady stayed in our room, taking the other bed as the three of us cuddled up, Holland between Max and me.

The panic had ebbed, and I prayed it wouldn’t return. I needed more of this and not the fear that it could all be taken away from me.

CHAPTER 27

HOLLAND

Waking up between two of my boyfriends was becoming my favorite way to start the morning. Especially when they were rock-hard, their morning wood rubbing up against me in the most delicious way. Blinking, I smiled when I met Max’s green eyes. His dark hair was messy from sleep, the curls sticking up in every direction, and I had the intense urge to mess it up some more.

Leaning forward, I took his bottom lip between my teeth and gave him a little bite before sucking on it. Pressing my tongue into his mouth, we kissed one another languidly as the morning sun poured into the room. Roaming my hands over his body, I pulled him closer to me so I could whisper in his ear.

“Want to help me wake up, Q?”

I pulled back, watching as his eyes dilated a little more at the thought. He nodded, swallowing.

“Yeah.”

Placing a soft kiss, I rolled over to face Q, checking the other bed and finding it empty. The light from the bathroom was illuminated under the door, the faint sound of the shower on. Smirking, I scooted down under the covers with Max following me. Quentin didn’t seem like the type to sleep this deep, which meant he either felt safe for once or was faking it for our benefit.

Crawling over to his other side, I met Max’s eyes before I reached out and wrapped my hand around Q’s hard erection, standing proud. Giving it a few strokes, I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip as a bead of pre-cum fell into my mouth. Sucking him down once, I let go and nodded for Max to try.

His eyes had watched me the whole time, heating as I sucked on his friend’s dick. Max raised his hand and wrapped it around Q. His larger palm contrasted so vividly with my smaller one. He gulped as he stroked, tentatively sticking out his tongue to lick the tip like I’d done.

Leaning forward, I licked down one side, hoping he’d feel more comfortable if we did this together. He followed suit, matching my licks, and we stroked him together, my hand resting over his.

The tension fell away from his shoulders when Q’s hands landed on both of us, encouraging us to continue. The cover was lifted as he stared down as we alternated sucking him down.

“Fuck that’s a sexy sight,” he hissed, lifting his hips as I took him further. “Temptress, I think I can find you a better seat. Come up here,” he demanded, his tone pure seduction.

Max moved between Q’s legs as I shifted to his head. I didn’t have to be told twice when he pointed to his mouth. Lifting my legs over his face, I lowered my dripping wet pussy to his mouth and returned to licking him, now just from a different angle.

With us both working together, Max was more confident and comfortable; it didn’t take long for the three of us to all come, Max gripping his own cock as he sucked Q with me, his cum spilling over onto his hand and Q’s leg. That set Q off as he sprayed down my throat before pushing me over the edge, my pussy spasming around his fingers and tongue.

Panting, we all lay there for a minute as we caught our breath, the bathroom door opening in the process.

“Do you guys ever take a break?” Grady asked.

“Be nice, Grady, and I’ll let you fuck me in the shower,” I retorted, sitting up and shifting off Quentin’s face.

Grady stilled, his eyes heating as he licked his lips. I sauntered to the bathroom, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me, the two on the bed cackling as he easily followed.

A few minutes later, with Grady’s cock deep inside me as I braced myself against the shower, I knew I could get used to this. Who knew three cocks at the ready was the magic number to make me a relationship gal? And what nice dicks they were, too.

I guess the men they were attached to weren’t too bad, either. They made me feel safe, beautiful, and desired. But I’d deny it if they ever asked.

I couldn’t go and ruin my badass rep just yet.

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“Joy and Lacey have entered the compound,” I whispered, staring at the screen over Max’s shoulder. We’d managed to use some of Joy’s tracking devices to find our way to the Savage’s compound. It was completely off the grid, meaning there were no maps and the only way in was through one access road with several levels of security. It was no wonder no one had been able to locate them or penetrate their base, even if they did stumble upon them.

Thankfully Max had located a secondary drain pipe system, the ones only used in case of a flood or hurricane. They were far enough away from the base that we could park without being noticed and give us a secret way in. The problem was, Max needed to be closer to access their systems, which meant he had to go in the pipes as well, and it was a gamble if he would be able to access it still while below the surface.

It also wasn’t a complete route to Ava. Outside of one drain opening, the rest didn’t go as close to the house, making it risky to use as we’d be in the open for a period of time. I had to give it to Viper. His compound was nearly impenetrable between the fence, armed guards, and security system.

And for once, our plan wasn’t foolproof, and that frightened me. But we were out of time and ideas. The odds of getting another chance like this were slim. It was now or never.

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