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“Why not?” The teasing words are an effort to get out, and she’s probably right, but I can’t shake this kernel of worry that she’s still too jealous. That this will be too much.

She’s not just jealous, though. I saw the way she looked at us—in the kitchen and earlier tonight. It turns her on as much as it hurts her. But hurting just adds spice to the good things.

“I don’t...” Eden presses her head into my chest as I drag out of her, then start rocking up in sharp, short punches.

“It’ll feel even better, you know,” I say against her hair. “A nice, hot cock in your ass instead of this toy. Jasper pressed up behind you. Both our dicks filling you up.”

The fantasy is too real for me. Too vivid. The toy works against me inside her, separated by only one thin, sensitive strip of flesh. He could fuck both of us like this, into her, against me, all three of us together the way we should be, needy, reckless, sweaty. Perfect.

“Shit, fuck. I need you to come now, beautiful. I can’t— I’m going to...”

Eden cries out, her hips jerking over mine as her inner muscles clench and grip my dick. Unable to hold back anymore, I wrap both arms around her waist and bury myself deep, my orgasm tearing out of me. Cataclysmic. Perfect. I spill everything into her wet heat, making her wetter, covering us both.

She becomes limp over me, draping me like a blanket as she nestles on my chest to recover, but her pussy still milks every drop of my cum with insistent, shattering pulses.

I try to remember how to breathe.

Then a twig crunches, and I realize we’re not alone.

“Lucien, must you always make such a mess.”

Chapter44

Eden

Survival tip #263

Two is company. Three’s a crowd.

Four’s a party.

Jasper’s voice has me shoving up on Lucky’s chest, which knocks him back against the ground with anoofas he tries to lift. I scramble to my feet, yanking down my dress.

Lucky’s cum trickles out of me, and I halt, feeling it slide down my thigh.

Even after days of Jayk filling me at every opportunity, I’m still not used to the sensation. Particularly not while Jasper, pristine and elegant, watches intently from several feet away.

Jasper.

Oh, God.

Did he hear all those filthy things Lucky was saying about him? Did he see my reaction?

I thought he was going to let us be alone together.

Did he change his mind?

“May I help you?” I ask, my voice husky and edged in panic.

Jasper is like a fox slinking in to observe two hares, his interest sharp-toothed. He examines me thoughtfully, then his gaze falls to Lucky, who has rolled lazily onto his side.

In the starlight, his golden hair turns almost silver, and it twists messily around his face in glinting strands. His cock is still out, glistening and spent, and he seems to have a complete lack of self-consciousness about it. On his side like this, he’s all colorful fiendish tattoos and lean muscles. I can even see the flexed indent in the side of his ass.

He said I can touch him as much as I want, and it feels like a luxury. Beau thoroughly controls our scenes, so until we’re cuddling afterwards, tired and sated, I don’t have free rein. Jaykob encourages me to take what I want—but he also takes whathewants. Given his size, aggression, and general impatience, it tends to mean I don’t get much time to explore.

I want to touch Lucky. I want to touch him much, much more than I already have.

Jasper’s gaze lingers over him the same way as mine does.

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