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Even deeper.
Bishop kisses with his eyes open.
He watches me react to every caress, every teasing sweep of his tongue, and the roving touch that sparks fizzy shivers up my sides never strays near the danger of my throat.
Like a spider controlling his web, Bish is ready to kill the kiss and any other moving thing that so much as makes my eyelid twitch.
I’m always tight. Always coiled and afraid of letting go, but Bishop’s attention promises the emergency brake I never knew I needed.
Because I might lose control.
But Bishop Barrington-Meadows?
He never fucking will.
I slip a moan—a begging, breathy, out-of-character whine that’s much, much, much too real.
But until my body pulls the cord, I’m not bowing out.
A familiar stroke rubs my calf, and a breath of chocolate ghosts my cheek so close it’s almost sharing Bishop’s kiss. “Go team.”
Bishop nips my lip, drawing a last gasp before he releases. “Make her moan for us.”
“Mmm.” Rising from the waves all merman sleek, Reese licks my mouth like ice cream. “Taste so fucking good, Solly Baby.”
Their hands support me under the water.
Stroking.
Rubbing.
But only my legs and hips and sides.
Never nearing my throat.
Reese kisses me light-headed. Then Bishop reclaims the lead before passing me to Dutch.
Lush cocoa, chased with sparkling peach mimosa. Then maple and bacon and full-circle, back to brown-buttery, hazelnutty toast.
Their switching leaves me gasping. Fast then hard. Light then deep. Playful, then so serious I don’t know how I’ll survive if they ever let me free.
They tag-team me in kisses and growls while my skin crackles from ocean spray and the lightning-streaked pheromones that never stray too far away.
Like the sky giving us room to play, just Jin’s aura holds me safe.
I don’t care about my name or any other problems.
I have no problems, as long as this never stops.
“Get comfortable between us, Queen,” Bishop whispers so dirty I’ll need hydrogen peroxide to scrape his voice from my ear.
Whether it’s the rolling waves or some leftover shred of instinct, I can’t help moving my hips. When I’m passed back to Dutch, I grind down his abs until the seam of my leather crotch finds the hard ridge of his cock.
He makes a primal, purring chuff.
I kiss deeper, tasting syrup, cocoa, peach.
But I’m missing a flavor.
