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“Yes,” Zay huffs, and he pounds into me harder and faster, adding more pressure to the steady strum against my engorged bundle of nerves with his fingers.

God, these men with their powerful thighs are relentless!

My knees fly up to his sides and I squeeze him as my—I don’t know, millionth?—climax bursts. I have him so tightly bound to my body that his hand stills, but it doesn’t stop me from grinding on it like a wild animal, completely at a loss of control of my own body.

I’m still getting second-hand blows from him via Dell’s relentless hips when he commands, “Come for me, Zay. Come inside our girl.”

It only takes him three more thrusts before Isaiah goes rigid and he’s shooting inside of me, grunting like some feral beast and joining me in heaven.

“Ohhhyeahhh,” Dell exhales. “That’s so… fucking… beautiful.” He grunts and his pumping falters. “Jesus H., your ass is perfect.”

“Mmm,” Isaiah groans, sinking his lips against mine once again and humming his happiness into me as Dell finally stills.

Finally taking a deep breath.

There’s a new hand on my calf where it cradles Isaiah’s waist. “You both did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.”

His praising words wash over and swaddle me in my ethereal state.

I’m a good girl.

As we detach from one another, Dell leaves and returns with warm, wet washcloths to clean us, then comes back again with glasses of water and kisses. He gently inspects both of us to check for any tears or accidental bruising.Reluctantly, I dash to the bathroom to relieve myself before snuggling back in.

“How do you feel, darlin’?” Dell asks, sliding in behind me as Isaiah holds me to his chest. Zay’s bed is not big enough for the three of us, but no one seems to care.

“Lovely,” I reply dreamily, still floating high.

“Do you feel thoroughly worshiped?”

A lazy, satiated smile crosses my face. “Yes.”

Dell kisses my shoulder. “Good. And you, baby?”

Zay leans over me to kiss Dell before murmuring, “Wrecked in the best way.”

The scent of sweat and sex seep in like a drug, lulling me deeper into something perfect. “I love you guys. Good game.”

To my amusement, both of them smile and tap each other’s asses, then mine, and repeat the quintessential phrase of every good sport.

“Good game.”

“Good game, buddy.”

Chapter 44

Little Noodle

Isaiah

“Idon’t wanna go home,” a sex-rumpled Robyn declares. “Can we have a sleepover?”

Dell taps her nose. “You have an 8:00 a.m. session with your sexy personal trainer, missy.”

She groans, “I know. But this is so nice.”

“It is,” I smile.

“Fine,” Dell concedes. “We’ll all sleep in Isaiah’s too-small bed when both of us have kings at home.”

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