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“Fuck, Hanna,” Ash muttered. “You have no fucking idea how hot that is, Nic’s face in your pretty little cunt while you beg for more. I can’t wait to have you on your knees with that word on your tongue and my cock between your lips…”

She couldn’t find her response, not when her entire body was thrumming with dangerous, unspent need.

“Give it to her, Angel.” Ash thrust hard against Nicco’s cock. “I want to see you both lose your control for me.”

Nicco didn’t respond, just laved more of those dangerous kisses on Hanna’s swollen pussy, until he was practically rutting into Ash’s hand, the three of them finding a rhythm of fucking and licking and arching that took Hanna closer, closer, closer. The release was barreling down upon her, a wave so strong and unavoidable she knew it would wreck her on the beach.

“Fuck, Angel”—Ash’s words were torn free, a burning-hot confession— “fucking love how your cock feels against mine. Wanna feel you come all over me while she comes all over you.”

The wave crashed, and Hanna dug her nails into the headboard, arching against Nicco’s teasing lips in a desperate act of pleasure before she was swearing and screaming and coming so hard her vision blurred and her mind went blank. Somewhere off in the distance, she heard the masculine grunts of Ash and Nicco finding release, spilling across each other’s swollen cocks, and Hanna’s body wracked with impossible, overwhelming pleasure right until the moment her vision faded and everything disappeared.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Nicco woke hot. In Montana and Colorado, especially in the mountains, he was used to chilly nights and cool mornings, and it took him a moment to realize why he felt like he was burning up.

He was sandwiched between two very warm bodies, neither of which seemed particularly interested in personal space.

Hanna was pressed against his front, the soft globes of her ass molding around his cock as if she had been trying to take him in her sleep. Her hair was a wild tangle, the curls spread across their shared pillow and tickling his skin, filling his nose with the scent of her.

At his back, Ash had one leg tossed over Nicco’s and his own hard cock nestled between Nicco’s thighs. He was half-sprawled, and sleeping more peacefully than Nic had seen him do in a long time.

Nicco let out a low sigh. There would be no detangling himself from the others without waking them.

Right.

It wasn’t like he wanted to stay cuddled between two warm bodies, like he wasn’t absolutely craving more of what they had enjoyed through the night. Not at all.

Except, of course, his cock swelled and his balls grew tight at the very thought of repeating it. He’d never met anyone more beautiful than Hanna and Ash, their balance one of feminine power and masculine strength, and neither willing to back down from a challenge.

The memories of just how far each of them were willing to push the limit had him swallowing around the mounting pleasure warming his belly. It had been so long since he’d craved that connection, since he’d lost himself to the need of another person, and in the Montana mountains, nothing could have slowed him down.

Maybe it was finally confessing that last secret to his brother and to himself, but it wasn’t like that had been some kind of revelation. Whether he’d admitted it or not, Nicco had always known what he craved.

No, it was them.

Both of them, passionate and demanding and unafraid. Or, as Hanna had told him, not about to let the fear stop them from going after what they wanted. No, it was just…them, the way they all jumped together, how their desires and needs slotted and fit into perfect place.

How he just couldn’t seem to get enough.

“Stop thinking so much, Angel,” Ash murmured at his ear. “Or I’ll have to find a way to turn your mind off.”

Nicco relaxed into Ash’s warm embrace despite himself. “And how exactly would you do that?”

Ash nipped at Nicco’s ear, and the bite of pain woke every nerve in his spine, sending burning pleasure racing through his bones. He slid his hand along Nicco’s shoulder, across his collarbone, and eventually down Nicco’s throat, squeezing just enough to make white-hot heat burn in Nicco’s belly.

“Open, Angel,” Ash commanded and maybe Nicco should have hated how much he wanted to respond to it, but the urge felt so bright, so good, to want with such abandon, and so he simply parted his lips and allowed Ash to slip his fingers into his mouth.

“So filthy when you want something,” Ash whispered, harsh against Nicco’s ear. “God, I love it. I could think of about a thousand different ways I’d like to wake you up, Captain…”

Nicco managed a shuddering breath. “Is this one of them?”

Ash chuckled, dark and harsh. “Be patient. I promise I know what you need.”

He slid his fingers down Nicco’s throat, then pulled back slightly, letting cool air slip between their bodies.

Nicco missed his closeness immediately.

Right up until the moment Ash slipped his fingers between Nicco’s thighs and pressed at his hole.