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Hands spread my legs wide as Hunt nestles himself between my legs. When I feel a finger at my wet pussy, I hiss at the contact, belatedly realizing that Hunter’s hands are on my hips, so it has to be Griff’s fingers probing me.
When I feel Hunter’s cock at my entrance, I realize Griff is feeding it to me, and I’m all too ready to accept every inch of it.
“You want this?” Hunter asks, his eyes lifting from my pussy to stare at me.
“Yes. Fuck me, Hunt.”
I barely get the words out before he surges inside me. I scream at the intrusion, my body trying to stop him from invading me. Make no mistake, that’s what it feels like. I’ve never given much thought to being plundered before. I’ve always held on to an element of control during sex, just enough to hold me back and keep those emotions at bay.
Hunter takes a battering ram to that, literally. Smashing both my tentative control and my cervix.
“Fuck!” I scream as Griff steps around the front of the car and bends over me. He tugs my T-shirt up and yanks my bra down, exposing my breasts to the cool nighttime air. His warm mouth wraps around one of my nipples before he sucks hard.
Any woman will tell you that the breasts have a direct route to their pussy.
“The clit bone’s connected to the—” I mumble off-key, gasping when Griff bites down on my nipple.
Hunter laughs, which makes me groan.
“Biology wasn’t my strong subject, but I’m pretty sure there is no clit bone.” Griff grins against me, tugging my nipple with his teeth before letting go.
“No. The average human female has two hundred and six bones, and the clit isn’t one of them.” Hunter thrusts hard, making me hiss.
“Make that two hundred and seven now.”
Hunter grins at me like a lunatic before he grips my legs, spreading them even wider before he fucks me like he hates me.
“That feel good, baby? Having Hunter stretching your tight pussy like that?”
I make a noise of agreement, but words are beyond me right now.
Griff laughs as he stands up and moves next to Hunter.
“I think she likes it. How does she feel?”
“Like hot silk,” Hunter grits out, turning his head to look at Griff, who takes the opportunity to grab him around the neck and slam his mouth down over his.
Watching them together is the biggest turn-on. My hips lift, begging for more as Griff rips his mouth from Hunter’s.
“I want to fuck you,” he grunts out.
Hunter frowns, looking at me before his eyes scan the woods around us.
“You might get seen,” Hunter warns. From the way I feel him throb inside me, I can tell he’s not put off by this notion.
“I don’t care anymore. I want this. I want you.”
I almost feel like an intruder, looking in on a moment that’s more profound for them than you might see at first glance. This is more than just fucking in the woods. This is Griff slipping free of his self-imposed shackles and accepting who he is.
There is no room in this relationship for shame. We all bring baggage with us, but sometimes the best way to deal with that is to leave it at the bedroom door. There will be time for us to unpack our problems, but now isn’t about the shit we broke. It’s about healing.
“There’s more condoms and lube in the glove box,” Hunter replies, making me laugh, then groan as he thrusts into me again.
“You keep lube in your glove box? Why, Hunter, you might just be the perfect man.”
He smirks before dipping his head and placing a kiss between my breasts.
“I keep a bottle in my glove box too. Plus, an eight-inch purple dildo with bunny ears. You won’t believe how many times that bad boy has gotten me out of a speeding ticket.”
He chuckles against me, but when the car door slams and Griff steps up behind him, his chuckle soon turns to a moan. He holds still inside me for a second as the silence of the night wraps around us in a silken caress.
The only sounds are our rapid breathing mingling together in a lust-filled sonnet.
The snap of the bottle opening makes Hunter jump, threatening to break the spell. I slide my hands up to his face and cup his jaw, pulling him into me and forcing him to bend over farther.
A glance over Hunter’s shoulder shows Griff focused on Hunter, but he must feel my eyes on him because he lifts his head and winks before pressing forward.
Hunter curses as he jerks, his cock throbbing even harder as he slips farther inside me. Our mingled breathing becomes a mixed cacophony of gasps and moans.
“How does he feel?” I whisper, my lips skating over Hunter’s.
“Hard. Big. Really fucking big,” he groans, making me laugh.
Griff thrusts forward, once more driving Hunter inside me. Their collective weight bears down on me, making me feel surrounded. Griff pulls back and slams into Hunter once more, driving him into me. I meet his thrusts with my own, thrusting my hips up and pinning Hunter between us. Hunter’s hands are balled into tight fists beside my head.
“Oh God!” I curse, my hands gripping onto Hunter’s arms for dear life.
“Harder,” Hunter growls as exquisite pleasure washes over me.
I feel my body tense. My breathing falters as my hearing fades in and out. I’m vaguely aware of Griff ordering one of us to come, but I don’t know if he’s talking to me or Hunter.
Not that it matters. When Hunter’s mouth finds the swell of my breast, he bites down. My scream echoes through the trees as the twinge of pain tosses me over the edge into a twisted vortex of pleasure and pain.
I feel Hunter come and hear Griff roar as their climaxes slam into them and they fall into oblivion with me.
I feel caught between my body and a hazy mental awareness, almost like I’m looking down on the carnal act of the three of us joined together.
For a brief moment, there is panic. I have no control over my body. I’m weak and vulnerable. Hunter presses his head to my chest and Griff skims his hand down my cheek, and I realize what I feel is love.
And that terrifies me more than anything else.
