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Forever and ever, amen.

“Gonna use me like your little fuck toy?” She tipped her head to the side, shaking her hair back so she could see Tristan’s eyes as he carted her to the purple lounge chair near the fire.

“Oh yeah. If you’re okay with that, so am I.” The good humor on his face changed to pure lust as he laid her down. “Jesus, you’re so gorgeous. Your eyes looking all fucked, your mouth swollen and ready for more.”

She reached for him, stroking his hard shaft with fingers that still weren’t quite steady. She wasn’t certain she’d ever be fully steady again.

“In me.” Her gaze flashed up to his. “Now.”

Tristan undressed, starting with the jeans he’d left unzipped. Every inch of skin he revealed made her ache, and she would’ve thought she’d temporarily sated those desires. Apparently, these men gave her an insatiable appetite.

As soon as his jeans hit the floor, he tugged his thermal over his head, again from behind in that sexy guy way that made her nipples get hard. Or harden more, since she wasn’t at all sure she’d ever not be aroused again.

They’d broken her in some fundamental way, and she didn’t want to be put back together. Ever.

“Scoot over,” he said and she obliged, letting out a laugh as he scooped her up and set her on his lap.

Sideways, so that his stiff dick was caught between her upper thigh and his stomach.

Sparks, that angel of mercy, appeared behind the lounge chair with a condom. “Looking for something?”

Tristan muttered his thanks and suited up while she wondered how she was supposed to ride his dick from that position when her limbs were the approximate consistency of spaghetti.

Then Tristan lifted her up as if he really were Superman and seated her on his cock, drawing her down his length so slowly that she could only gasp. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh.” He chuckled and bit her shoulder. “Like?”

Since he was already lifting her up again, all she could do was nod. When he sped up, her head was going to fly off her fucking shoulders.

And then his nice and easy pace turned into something else. He thrust into her again and again, touching new places inside her though she’d been certain Sparks had reached every-damn-where. But no, there was more for him.

She was almost positive there would always be a well of more inside her for them, no matter how hard they pushed her or made her plead. She’d always be ready to go the distance one more time.

“Shit, you’re tight. Still.” Tristan barely panted between words, lifting her with such little effort that she caught her breath every time. So hot. “Think you can come again for me, babe?”

She nodded, beyond words. All she was capable of was bracing one hand on his knee as he slid her up and down his dick, at least until soft lips kissed the shoulder that was farthest from Tristan.

“I was going to help you get off, but new plan.” Sparks’s deep voice was so arousing that she couldn’t help squeezing Tris’s shaft, making him groan. “Touch yourself. Let us watch you make yourself come.”

Embarrassment wasn’t an emotion she often allowed herself. She’d brazened her way through so many tough situations that eventually she’d almost convinced herself she couldn’t feel that way anymore. But knowing they were both fixated on her, waiting for her next move, brought warmth to her cheeks and neck. Even her breasts felt impossibly flushed and sensitive.

Hell, she had to touch herself.

Her fingers toyed with her nipple and she threw her head back as Sparks moved in close. He was always there to steady her—when he wasn’t the one helping to drive her insane.

“Beautiful,” Tris whispered.

Sparks kissed her hair. His abrasive fingertips drew patterns on her shoulders and knowing he was staring down at her as she rode Tristan’s cock—seeing her damp pussy envelop Tris’s length with every pass—only made her more excited. She pinched her nipple, twisting it as Tristan’s strokes grew jerky and less practiced. He changed the angle of his thrusts and she cried out, digging her nails into his thigh. At his hiss, she tugged on her nipple. Hard. Harder. Heat arced through her, traveling right to her clit.

“Touch it, baby.”

She wasn’t sure if that chant was in her head or belonged to one or both of her naughty boys, but she so needed to. She was already almost there.

Again.

Running her hand down her body while Tristan’s breathing became choppy and erratic sent power surging through her veins. She could make him crazy. Make them both nuts. Her touching herself was enough to have them cursing and panting. And damn, that made her even more aroused.

She’d never been the center of anyone’s universe before, not like this. At that moment, she felt strong enough to do anything, be anything.

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