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Eli makes a sound beside me. I glance up. His mouth has actually fallen open.

“Look at you,” Brady grits out, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. “My pretty little whore. So desperate for cock you couldn’t hide it to save your life. Everybody saw.”

“Yes,” Cruz pants. “Yeah, Brady, Fuck I love that filthy mouth!”

“Yes, what?”

Cruz moans. “Yes, please.”

“Better.”

I feel Eli’s cock stir against my hip.

He’s still half-hard from the train, and now he’s coming back fully online from hearing Brady’s filthy mouth split silence that had taken over the room moments ago.

Dante is openly stroking himself now. His other hand has found my thigh.

Brady fucks Cruz with a brutality I feel in my bones. The same intensity he came at me with the night I seduced him, except now there’s no leash on the words. They pour out of him in a constant stream.

“Such a good little cocksleeve. Look at you taking it. This what you’ve been so fucking hungry for? Hmm? You’ve been watching me all this time, all those months in the gym, wondering what it’d feel like to get fucked by me?” Brady’s hand cracks down on Cruz’s ass and Cruz keens. “Answer me.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, so bad I could all but taste it.”

“That’s what I thought.” Brady leans down, covers Cruz’s back with his chest, bites the back of his shoulder. Sucks until I see the bruise bloom. “Going to fill you up. Going to breed you so full it leaks out of you for days. Going to make sure every single person in that gym knows you’re mine now.”

I feel Eli shudder behind me.

I turn in his arms. He’s gone, somewhere deep inside his own head, watching Brady work and processing things he didn’tknow he was hungry for. His cock is fully hard again against my hip.

“Eli.” I keep my voice soft.

His eyes drag down to me. Slow. Like it costs him something dear to look away from them.

“You’re hard again.”

A muscle works in his jaw.

I shift up onto my knees. Eli’s hands come to my waist automatically. I turn so my back is to his chest, both of us facing Brady and Cruz, and I freeze just as I’m about to impale myself on him.

“Eli.”

“Off.” His hands lift me before I even say it. He’s already moving. “Off. Hold on.”

He slides out from under me, kisses the back of my neck once, and heads for the bathroom. I hear the tap. The quick scrub of soap. Him muttering something to himself.

Cruz, even mid-fuck, manages to crack one eye open. “Coach has got manners,” he wheezes.

Brady’s hand cracks down on his ass again. “Did I say you could talk?”

Cruz groans and shuts up.

Eli comes back with a damp towel in his hand, still hard, towel-drying himself as he walks. He climbs back onto the bed behind me, settles, drops the towel off the side.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” His hand finds my hip. His mouth finds my shoulder. “Come here.”

I sink back down onto him, and this time he’s clean and warm and groans into my neck like he can’t wait one more minute to have me.

His hands span my ribs. Pull me back against his chest. We both turn our heads at the same time, and his mouth grazes the corner of mine before we both look back at Brady.