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“I’m going to come. Fuck. Oh my god. Fuck.” Beckett continues to spout incoherent phrases and curses as his hips jerk inside of me, unleashing load after load of cum into my pussy. I can feel my own orgasm fast approaching, and I reach beneath me to play with my clit the way I like when I masturbate.
My sudden orgasm tears through my body like a tornado. It rips me to pieces and leaves nothing but devastation and destruction in its wake. I scream around Zane’s shaft, and that’s the catalyst to his undoing too.
He tries to pull out of me, tries to move away, but I grip his ass tightly to keep his cock in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he curses as he shoots loads of cum into my mouth. I try to swallow as much as I can, but a good amount trickles down my chin and onto the floor. I release Zane’s cock and wipe the cum away with the back of my hand.
“Holy fuck.” Beckett all but falls on top of me, his cock still nestled snugly in my core, and the movement pushes me on top of Zane. He chuckles as he takes both of our weights, hugging me tight against his chest.
“Holy fuck is right,” Zane murmurs with a contented, sleepy sigh.
Beckett suddenly freezes above me. “A condom. Fuck, I didn’t put on a condom. Holy fuck. I?—”
“It’s okay, Beckett,” I assure him, finally untangling my body from the man-meat sandwich I’ve found myself in. Beckett’s dick slides out of me as I roll onto the floor. The two men rearrange themselves as well until there’s one on either side of me, cocooning me in warmth. “I’m on the pill now, and you told me you haven’t been with anyone yet. Unless you had sex with someone in the last few weeks?—”
“Of course not.” Beckett sounds horrified by the prospect, and that does wonders to my self-confidence. My little heart does a jig inside of my chest.
“Then, we’re fine,” I promise him, running a hand down his sweat-soaked arm. “We’ll just have to be more careful from now on. The last thing I want is to get pregnant.” I chuckle wanly, but the other two don’t laugh. They seem to have turned to stone on either side of me.
Zane’s the one who moves first, pulling me against him until my head rests on his chest. “You’re right. We need to be more careful.” He swats playfully at my ass. “Now sleep.”
“On the ground?” I ask incredulously.
“Isn’t that what people do after mind-blowing sex?” Beckett quips as he snuggles even closer, slinging one arm over my belly. He doesn’t even seem to notice or care that his fingers are a mere inch away from Zane’s cock. “Cuddle and sleep?”
“On beds,” I retort. “Not on the ground.”
“Semantics.”
I want to argue with him further, but I’m so freaking comfortable sandwiched between the two men.
I don’t mean to fall asleep, but with the two of them holding me tight, enveloping me in warmth and security, my eyelashes flutter shut. I try to resist the temptation of sleep, try to stay awake, but my body doesn’t respond to my brain’s plea.
The last thing I think before sleep claims me is—I really hope Dominic and Landon are as okay with sharing as they’ve led me to believe. Otherwise, this entire relationship will be over before it has even truly begun.
18
ELLIE
Harvey Rollins’s home is magnificent.
He may be a sadistic asshole, but he has a keen eye for design.
The sprawling mansion is located deep within the forest, just off a side road. The closest neighbor is miles and miles away, which gives the entire property an eerie, secluded feel to it. Just like the last time I was here, every light is on, illuminating the driveway and front walkway. It also gives an unobstructed view of the interior—from the elegantly furnished living room to the white-tiled kitchen.
If anyone were to look out one of the numerous windows, they would be able to see Dominic and me sitting inside of his car, but so far, the house is still and silent.
Tension bunches Dominic’s jaw, and his hands are curled over the steering wheel in a punishing grip.
He hates being here almost as much as the others hate us going.
“We got this.” I don’t pull my attention away from the front door of the mansion as I say those three words—a prayer, a mantra, and a damn revelation all at once. We do have this. I refuse to accept any other alternative. “Team…huh. I just realized we don’t have a team name yet.”
My distraction works. Some of the rippling tension seems to ease out of Dominic as he casts his gaze in my direction. “Don’t say that to Zane.” He chuckles darkly. “He’ll come up with the worst name known to mankind.”
“The stabby vixens.”
“The murderous vipers.”
