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“Actually, I think Mrs. King has a nice ring to it.” We groan, but Xander laughs at his pun.
A wicked grin curves her lips. “Or you could all change your name to Constantine.”
“Hell to the fuck no, princess. Not happening.”
She bites on her lip and flutters those long dark lashes at me.Brat.“We could always hyphenate. Constantine-Archer-Cavanagh-King.”
Xander roars with laughter. “Cack!”
“I’m not being called Mr. Cack, baby doll, not even for you.”
Lily giggles like she knew exactly what acronym that would make. “How about we keep our own names then?”
“I’m just gonna call you Mrs. Archer anyway.”
Zeke snarls. “And I’ll call you Mrs. Cavanagh.”
“Mrs. King.”
She pretends to scowl, but her lips stay curved. “I guess I’ll just have to answer to them all.”
I pop open the top two buttons of her pajama shirt and push my hand inside, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing. She is fucking ours, and I would die for her happiness as easily as I’d take my next breath. “Damn fucking straight you will.”
“West,” she murmurs, tipping her head back.
Xander kisses her neck and slips his hand into her pajama pants. “Always so fucking wet and ready for us.”
Zeke joins us on the floor and swallows her moans with his kiss.
Together the three of us strip off her clothes, kissing and touching her all over until she’s whimpering and begging to be fucked. I sweep my tongue over the length of her pussy and groan as her sweet taste floods my mouth.
“You think our wife needs some cock?” Xander asks.
Lifting my head from between her thighs, I lick my lips. “I think she might. You think you can take all three of us, princess?”
“Please,” she whines.
While our sofa is huge, it’s not nearly big enough for the filthy things we’re about to do to our girl. “Let’s take this party somewhere a little more comfortable.” Zeke sweeps her into his arms and leads us to the bedroom we share.
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LILY
“This perfect little ass is mine, buttercup,” Zeke says with a throaty growl as he gives it a hard slap.
“I call dibs on pussy.” Xander tugs off his boxers, and now we’re all naked.
Stepping up behind him, West nips at the back of Xander’s neck, making him shiver. “That means your ass is mine, Fitch.”
Zeke lies on the bed, his back against the headboard and his outstretched hand summoning me. “Come here, Mrs. Cavanagh. I need to fuck you. Now.”
Anticipation skitters down my spine, and I bite my lip, holding his intense gaze as I crawl on top of him. He pulls my hair, tilting my head to his desired angle, and gives me an all too brief kiss. Then he spins me around, maneuvering me easily until I’m straddling him reverse-cowgirl style. “Lube,” he barks, and a second later Xander throws him a bottle.
I can feel Zeke coating his fingers and cock behind me, but my eyes are fixed on Xander. He licks his lips and crawls between Zeke’s spread legs. “You’re so getting fucked, Mrs. King.”
I tug my bottom lip through my teeth. “Is that a promise?”
Zeke grabs my hip with his free hand and tosses the lube to West. “Yes, it’s a fucking promise, baby doll.”
