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“Not stopping,” Drake said as Colt lifted his hips and hit the spot she needed. He knew her body so well now—what prolonged her enjoyment, what tipped her over.
Right now, he wanted her to fly.
Drake’s fingers blurred over her swollen flesh, his silver ring catching the overhead light. She cried out, her walls clenching Colt from deep inside. Her frenetic spasms nearly did him in, and he only held on by gripping her flailing hips and doing timetables in his head.
Six times eight is forty-eight.
“Beautiful. Every time is more beautiful than the last.”
Slumped over Colt, she panted into his neck. He wasn’t sure if she heard the slide of the drawer being opened beside the bed, but he sure did.
A moment later, Drake was back. “Gonna be a bit cool.”
She nodded, still wrapped around Colt. They’d each taken her ass before, so she knew this part of the routine. Getting both of them at once would be new.
So new for all of them.
Drake shifted closer, his fingers delving inside Paige’s tight pucker to ready her. Colt had to go back to his timetables.
Six times nine is sixty-fucking-nine.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
“Mmm-hmm. Please, just wanna fuck.”
Colt stroked her hair and exchanged a look with Drake. Yeah, this woman had been built for them, from the tips of her toes to the ends of her flame-red hair.
“You got it. I’m coming in now.”
She whimpered at the feel of Drake penetrating her. Colt knew what having Drake there felt like—the pinch of pain, the overwhelming fullness. But she was taking it like a trooper, biting her lip, her eyes half closed.
Until he slid deep enough to slid all along the length of Colt’s cock, separated by only that thin membrane. Then it became a challenge which one of them groaned the loudest.
“No room. No room,” she whispered, twisting on top of Colt and nearly causing him to thrust in spite of his every attempt not to.
“Hang on, baby.” Drake rubbed her back. “Almost there. Okay? You okay?”
“Yes.”
Colt knew when he’d made it all the way in just from Paige’s eyes. They began to fill.
“Hey, hey. Easy.” Colt brushed at her cheeks, his chest tightening at the wetness he found. “We can stop this. Do it another time or not at all.”
“I want to.” She bucked her hips and the men gasped. “Feels so good. Full. Fill me up.”
“You sure?” Drake asked, worry thick in the question.
“It’s good.” She pulled herself up just a bit and scraped her nails low on Colt’s belly. “Please. Move.”
Drake took her cue, pulling out as Colt slowly did the same. Then Drake inched back in, letting her adjust before he withdrew and Colt took over, surging upward in a long, slow stroke. They fell into a rhythm, alternating thrusts and retreats. And she stayed with them all the while, taking what they gave and giving every bit of it back.
The friction was exquisite. She was so snug and wet, her pleasure written all over her features. Knowing Drake was right there, feeling the same thing they both did...it was just too much.
“Jesus, I’m gonna come,” Colt warned them all too soon.
That was all he managed to say before the flood inside him broke loose. He buried his groan in her hair, clutching her to him as the pleasure wrung him dry.
Drake followed soon after, his hips heaving into her as she cried out and gripped Colt’s arms, her nails digging into him from the force of Drake’s thrusts.
