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“None of that.” He bucked helplessly into my hand, but Rhett had far more control. My hands were snatched away and then dragged up over my head. “Little minx.” I blinked, adjusting to my new position. “What do you think, Garrett? Should we show Katie exactly how well we work together?”

Garrett answered by moving forward, kissing the soft skin of my stomach, his fingers finding the waistband of my yoga pants, right before he began to peel them off.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Apparently, that meant ruining me for all other men.

Rhett didn’t let me go for a second, one hand holding me right where I was as the other began to roam. He seemed intent on tracing every curve, my skin feeling way too sensitive as he drew lazy circles on it. That smile, it was everything. A secret one he’d never shared with me before, right as his head dropped down. I panted, watching him watch me as his mouth closed around my nipple. The first harsh pull nearly had me shrieking, pleasure racing through me. I’d been so deprived for so long that everything was hypersensitive.

As Garrett was about to find out.

Self-consciousness was tossed to one side as he yanked my yoga pants off, then my underwear.

“Damn…” I couldn’t reply, couldn’t work out what had Garrett cursing, until I felt his thumbs split me wide. “Our girl’s all wet for us.”

“Is she?” I fought Rhett’s hold, wanting to claw him right back where he was as he pulled away to take a look. “Seems like you better have a taste.” His tongue flicked over his bottom lip. “Before I take over.”

“Wait your fucking turn.”

A kiss on my inner thigh had me jumping, then a sigh escaping my lungs as Rhett turned back to my breast, kissing the slope, forcing me to wriggle to try and get the nipple back between his lips. Somehow, they coordinated it. Rhett caught my nipple gently between his teeth, then sucked hard, right as Garrett licked the length of my seam.

“Oh…”

I couldn’t form words, sentences, anything as the two of them went to work. My wrists were let loose as Rhett covered the other breast with his hand. Mine went to his head, caressing the loose waves–it felt like silk between my fingertips as I made wordless sounds of pleasure. Because Garrett was tracing the shape of my nub with the tip of his tongue. My hips followed that lazy orbit, needing more.

“Think she likes that.”

Rhett pulled away to make commentary, but before I could make a sound of complaint, his fingers clamped down tighter on my other nipple. Shooting bursts of pleasure/pain had me grinding up and into Garrett’s face.

“Fuck, yeah,” Garrett mumbled, going back for more.

The flat of his tongue flicked across my clit, and it felt like I caught every tiny bump. His tongue moved faster, firmer, the two of them driving me insane as something twisted tighter inside me. An itch that needed to be scratched. I tried to specify what, but just let out a string of incoherent moans. My legs rose, wanting to wrap around his head, but Garrett’s hands slapped down, dragging me closer to the edge of the bed and onto his face.

Somehow they knew how close I was getting. They moved as one, pushing me harder, faster, but right as my pants took on a desperate edge, Garrett jerked away. My heart sank. I’d been here before, brought to the edge and then my partner lost interest in pushing me over. My eyelids fluttered as I realised what was going to happen. Garrett would shove his pants down and push himself inside me, pumping once, twice, three times before he?—

“Look at you, so close.” Garrett’s voice had turned into a dark purr, but was he being seductive or mean? I couldn’t work out which. A finger made me jump, tracing the aching entrance of me. “But you can’t come yet.”

I felt like I followed the orbit of his fingertip and yet my hips still bucked when he thrust his finger inside. The tip raked upwards, forcing explosions of pleasure from me. This is not what I expected. I stared blindly at the wall, trying to process this new feeling. It was a deep, intense, and yet completely different pleasure to the one experienced when he stroked my clit.

“How’re we feeling?” Garrett asked. “This got you humming, Katie?”

I tried to answer and ended up making some sound that was a lot like a hum instead.

“If one finger’s got you feeling good.” Rhett moved behind me, scooping me up so my torso now lay against his chest. He reached down and pushed my thighs open wider, letting Garrett sink deeper. “Maybe we should find out how more make you feel.”

Garrett grinned as he pulled his hand free, licking his finger and then before I could make a sound of protest, forced two fingers back inside me.

Chapter40

Garrett

I was right where I needed to be.

My dick throbbed like a sore tooth, still mad that we’d let Katie stop stroking it, but our time would come. First, she needed to, more than once. The way she watched me as if all of this was completely new, the slight frown forming and then fading away as Rhett’s hands covered her breasts. I freaking loved that. What I loved more was what was spread before me.

Pink, wet, slick, and so, so soft, it would feel like heaven sinking into her hot little pussy, but we had a way to go before that happened. My thumb landed on her clit, working the hood, but not touching the too-sensitive tip yet. The muscles in her thighs tensed instantly. Now to ratchet them tighter. I worked my other hand in and out of her, curling my fingers up and searching for that little rough spot… there. Her hips bucked in response.

“Just there, right?” I wasn’t really asking for verbal confirmation because it was plain to see. Her whole body twitched with every pass.

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