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“That’s not what you said,” Cole tells me, rolling me over and straddling my body as he pins my wrists above my head on the soft rug. “In fact, I think I distinctly remember you asking us to tag team you.”

“I didn’t ask,” I counter. “I told you if I win, I want you both. Seeing as I lost and technically you pulled me out, you get me all to yourself.”

“Mmm, I don’t think so, Lily,” Cole lowers his hips to meet mine, pressing his length against my core.

I bite back a moan.

“You see, Gage and I made an arrangement and decided either way, we wanted to share you.”

“You can’t double deal.” Why am I arguing with him? That’s exactly what I want.

His mouth brushes over mine. “Are you telling me you don’t want to?”

“No, no. I want to. It’s just the principle is all.”

He chuckles and rubs his length against me. “Don’t be a sore loser, Red. You still get what you want.”

My gaze shifts to Gage. “And you’re okay with this?”

He nods, ripping his shirt off. “More than okay, darlin’.”

Cole helps me stand, and once I’m on my feet, the two of them work together to undress me. Gage helps me out of my shirt, kissing my shoulder as he peels the fabric up my arms, and Cole slides my shorts and thong down my legs, knuckles brushing against my too-hot skin.

Gage threads his fingers into my hair and guides my mouth to his as Cole undresses, clothes hitting the floor behind me. I sweep my tongue along the seam of Gage’s lips and he hums in approval, his own darting out to capture mine. He tugs me against his hard body, and I wrap my arms around his neck, teasing the strands of hair at the base of his head.

Excitement thrums through me as Cole’s hands find my waist. His mouth brushes over my shoulder, peppering me with kisses, and the firmness of his erection presses into my ass. “My turn,” Cole murmurs against my skin.

Gage breaks away, reaching for the band of his pants while Cole spins me and captures my lips. Their kisses consume me, making me feel half-drunk with how giddy I am. Cole guides me back until my knees hit the mattress. I fall back onto my elbows and he follows, our tongues tangling as we shimmy up the bed.

The bed dips as Gage joins us and heat explodes inside me. Cole kisses me some more, shifting to the side so Gage can settle between my legs. His warm breath teases my pussy. He pinches my nipple between two fingers right as his tongue smooths through my slit and circles my clit.

I gasp into Cole’s mouth, reaching between his legs with one hand while the other finds Gage. I wrap my fingers around Cole’s dick and run the others through Gage’s hair, encouraging him as I move my hips in time with his tongue. Two digits push inside me. Cole swallows my throaty moan.

My skin is feverish, hot with their teasing, and my head spins as Gage sucks on the bundle of nerves at my apex. “Please,” I whisper in between Cole’s kisses.

“Soon,” he responds.

Gage bites the inside of my thigh, pressing his thumb to my clit at the same time, and I gasp, back arching. Fuck I want them inside me so bad.

“Please,” I beg this time. “Please, I need you both.”

Cole kisses me once more before breaking away, glancing at Gage who nods. The two of them help me change positions. Cole lying on his back, Gage guiding me to straddle him. Gage reaches for the bedside table and grabs a bottle of lube that wasn’t there when I came to hide. I fight a smile at the thought of them intentionally bringing that with them.

Gage kneels behind me, popping the cap of the lube and running one hand up the back of my thighs.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asks.

“A few times.”

That doesn’t bother him, and honestly, it’ll make this easier on all of us. I grab Cole’s length and position him. Lube, slick and smooth, drizzles over my skin before the bottle is tossed aside. I sink onto Cole’s dick, mouth parting in delight, and he watches me with rapt attention, as if I’m the only one who’s ever done this.

Gage sweeps two fingers through the lube, pushing one slowly into my ass. I choke on a cry. No matter how many times I’ve done anal, it’s always a little shocking, but not necessarily in a bad way.

“You’re doing good,” he praises, pumping in and out of me while I breathe, slowly rocking my hips with Cole buried deep.

Cole palms my breasts and tweaks my nipples. Pleasure and pressure build, the fullness of it all already proving to be a lot.

But I can handle both.