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One of them laughed, and I was too preoccupied to figure out which one it was because Nate reared up enough to give my clit a single, broad-tongued lick, and my entire body lit up with goosebumps. They started working their hands into a rhythm, rocking me back and forth between them, and my moans grew louder and louder as my muscles began winding up again, a second climax cresting the horizon.

“Ethan,” I cried out. “Ethan, come here.”

He crawled toward me, his cock twitching with how hard he was as he watched everything that was happening with wide, glazed-over eyes. He kneeled until his face was right in front of mine and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. “Yes, my love?”

“I want to taste you, baby,” I whined, my body already speeding toward its next crash.

He reached down and gave his shaft a single stroke, biting back a groan. My mouth watered. “Are you sure?”

“Please.” I must’ve sounded pathetic, but I didn’t care. I wanted to touch all of them at the same time. I needed the full weight of everything that had transpired in the last few days to suddenly hit me now, at the peak of pleasure. I could’ve lost one or all of them, but I didn’t. They were here with me, and I wanted to feel the physicality of that miracle.

“Please,” I said again, looking up at him.

Ethan made a wounded sound, then straightened up and moved closer, running a hand through my hair as my mouth closed around him. Deacon’s fingers were still working to open me up, and he’d inserted another one while Nate teased my pussy, occasionally leaning up to kiss and suck my clit. Every ministration they made caused me to moan out loud around Ethan, and the vibration had him vocal for me, too.

When the second wave hit, my body almost collapsed. Nate caught me from below, chuckling as I spasmed and gasped. Ethan came shortly after that, slipping out of my mouth to finish, and probably out of consideration for the other guys because they weren’t anywhere near done with me. Not at all.

“Still good over there, Barden?” Deacon asked, smacking my ass playfully. Nate kissed my inner thighs and stomach as he wormed his way out from under my body. I was keeping myself up with trembling arms, but I refused to tap out. Not yet, not until both of them came as well.

I looked over my shoulder at him with a challenging smirk, shaking limbs and breathless lungs be damned. “I should be asking you that, Matthews. You’re taking your own sweet time, aren’t you?”

Deacon looked stunned at first, then his mouth tugged into a smirk. “Remember that we wanted to hear you scream.”

When he entered me, I dipped my head back. He’d prepped me well, so well that the initial discomfort almost immediately vanished into a melting bliss. My back arched again as Deacon worked himself deeper inside my ass, inch by inch and stroke by stroke.

For a while, everything else in the room receded as my body got used to taking him this way, and right when I had adjusted, he stopped. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back, using his strength to lift me until my legs were hovering off the mattress.

I squealed, and Nate came between my legs, exchanging another one of those secretive looks with Deacon. He took his cock and ran it over my clit, and I jumped in Deacon’s arms, the sensitivity startling me.

“Think you can take us both, baby?” he asked, teasing my folds now, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He looked me in the eye. “Remember, it’s completely your choice.”

I didn’t even have to think about it. I wanted them both at the same time, and I wanted to come again.

“Yes,” I panted. “Yeah, I want both of you. Fuck me, Nate.”

It took some maneuvering when he entered me, and a whole lot of patience from Deacon, who was still buried inside my ass. He cursed, straining between holding me and resisting the urge to move, but when we got it right… my world exploded.

Every sensation blurred together as they began to move—pain, total ecstasy, heat, friction, all of it blended together until they were indistinguishable. Between their scent and their moans, I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. And when Ethan joined us, holding onto me and kissing me as the other two were filling me up, I felt overwhelmed with a sense of completeness. I was home, with the men I loved, and I didn’t give a shit who couldn’t understand that.

It didn’t take long for all three of us to fall apart together, one after the other, like dominoes. I came with Ethan’s lips still on mine, still tasting him. We eventually untangled ourselves and collapsed onto the mattress in a single, sweaty heap as the last of the embers burned out from the fire.

It was a single, perfect moment as we all tried to catch our breath, laughing in disbelief at what we had just done together. Hands slid over bodies affectionately, winding down from what must’ve been the biggest high of all of our collective lives.

“I’m freezing my balls off. Nate, restart the fire. I had my turn,” Deacon grumbled, burying his face in my hair.

The rest of us laughed, and just like that, a new normal baseline had formed. One that I had a feeling would last forever.