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I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. It’s the way he says it, like it’s not a compliment but a fact. Like anything else would be a lie.

Ronan, who’s leaning back against the kitchen counter, eyes me for a long beat. “He’s not wrong.” His gaze flicks over me, lingering without shame.

You’ve got curves that would have any man doing your bidding.

Silas’s note actually makes me laugh.

“Is that right?” I tease with a hint of flirtation as I get off the sofa and walk toward him. “Are you saying you’d do anything I asked, Silas Monroe?”

He nods, gaze raking over me with a raw hunger as I grow closer.

“What if I asked you to kiss me here and now in front of your teammates?”

I don’t know what has come over me. Maybe it’s the effect of their compliments. Or Lucian’s mention of boyfriends earlier. Or maybe he’s dickmatized me.

Either way, I feel sexy and free for the first time in…ever.

In answer to my question, Silas pulls me down. My hands land on his strong shoulders as my legs fall to either side of his hips, knees pressing into the plush Scandinavian rug he’s sitting on. There is zero hesitation as he draws me closer, his hand fisted in the front of my hoodie. When his lips meet mine, I melt into him like chocolate left out too long in the sun.

Kissing Silas is like coming home. It’s cozy winter nights curled up on the sofa. It’s movies and hot chocolate. It’s lazy summer days baking beneath a hot sun.

I give myself over completely to him, forgetting entirely that we have an audience as his tongue slides across mine. His lips are soft, his touch gentle yet firm, confident as he pulls my hips to his, so I’m pressed over his crotch.

Lips clashing in a whirlwind of need, I grind down on him. Heat washes over me, desire stronger than anything I’ve experienced before. No man has made me feel the way these three do.

I’m lost in Silas’s touch, in the way his hands mold around me, the press of his chest against mine, and the heat of his muscular thighs beneath me, when I feel a presence at my back.

Pulling away, I turn my head to find Lucian crouched behind me. He gives me a salacious smirk before leaning in to press a kiss to the sensitive skin behind my ear. “Keep kissing Silas, baby. If you want me to stop, just say the word.”

I hold his gaze for a moment longer, but I trust these menimplicitly. I trust them with something I haven’t trusted a soul with in years—my body.

Turning back to Silas, I thread my fingers through his hair as I slide my lips along his. I give his lower lip a sharp nip before sinking into his kiss. Comfortable with Lucian’s touch, I don’t flinch when his hands slip beneath my hoodie, caressing my abdomen as his tongue trails a searing path down the column of my neck.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he groans. I can feel his hard length pressed against my ass. He rubs himself against me while I grind down on Silas, the three of us getting caught up in heady debauchery.

Aware that someone is missing, I flick my eyes open to find Ronan watching us intently. He has taken Lucian’s spot on the sofa, legs spread wide, and body relaxed as he takes in every point of contact between me, Lucian, and Silas.

“Ronan loves to watch,” Lucian rasps in my ear, his fingers trailing tantalizing paths over my skin. “How about we put on a show for him?”

I’m watching Ronan close enough that I catch the flare of his eyes.Oh yes, he likes that idea.Feeling surprisingly confident, I nod. I like the idea of Ronan getting off while watching his best friends drive me wild.

With a raspy chuckle, Lucian purrs, “Raise your arms above your head, Little Moth.”

Diligently, I do as he says. He pulls my hoodie over my head, leaving me in a dark purple lacy bra. Silas’s gaze drops to my breasts, his pupils dilating as his nostrils flare. The look on his face fills me with this unexpected sense of power. Of desire. No one has ever looked at me the way he is right now. Like he could be set on fire and still wouldn’t look away.

Leaning my back against Lucian’s chest, I practically beg, “Touch me, Silas.”

Flicking his gaze to mine, he reaches out to cup my breasts over my bra. My peaked nipples press against the lacy fabric, and he rubs his thumb over them, eliciting a soft moan from me.

“So sexy,” Lucian purrs, his teeth scraping along my collarbone in a way that has my skin pebbling. He uses his teeth to drag my bra strap off my shoulder. I’m so hot; I feel as though my skin is on fire. I can’t get enough of them touching me. I need to feel them everywhere.

The elastic of my bra tightens around my ribs before giving way as Lucian releases the clasp. Cool air barely gets a chance to dance across my naked skin before Silas’s hands are on me, kneading the flesh and pulling on my nipples until I’m gasping and writhing between the two of them.

“Do you need more, baby?”

Unable to form a single word, I nod frantically. My head has fallen against Lucian’s shoulder, my eyelids at half-mast as I watch Silas lavish at my skin with his hands and mouth. He sucks a nipple between his lips as Lucian’s hands dip to the waistband of my jeans, and I feel him pop the button before lowering my zipper.

Flicking my gaze to Ronan, I find his eyes glued to where Lucian’s hand disappears beneath my panties. His body is no longer relaxed, and there is a tic to his jaw. You’d almost think he was angry, but I can see his urge to resist joining in.