Page 132 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

Breath.

The slow, steady burn of hands roaming over my skin, mouths staking their claim, the weight of their bodies pressing into mine.

I was drowning in them, in the sheer force of their hunger, in the way they surrounded me. Owen’s hands tangled in my hair, Mason’s grip firm on my hips, Ethan’s mouth devouring mine like he needed to brand himself onto me.

A low, rough growl rumbled from Mason as he pressed himself against my back, his hands sliding beneath my shirt, fingertips teasing along my stomach, higher.

His touch was a slow, deliberate torment.

“You have no idea what you do to us,” he rasped against my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Owen tilted my head back, his lips tracing down my throat, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark.

“We’re going to ruin you tonight,” he murmured against my skin. “Make you forget everything except us.”

Ethan’s fingers worked the buttons of my blouse, slipping them open one by one, his knuckles dragging over my exposed skin, setting every nerve ending on fire.

Mason’s grip tightened, his palm splaying across my stomach, holding me in place.

“Bedroom,” he ordered, his voice low, rough with need.

I barely had time to register the command before Owen scooped me up, carrying me effortlessly.

The air in the bedroom was thick with anticipation, my pulse hammering as Ethan tugged my blouse down my arms, his lips following the path of exposed skin.

Mason’s hands were already working at my jeans, peeling them down my thighs, his breath warm against my hip.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his fingers sliding between my legs, teasing, pressing just enough to make me gasp.

Owen’s mouth was at my ear, his voice a dark promise. “No holding back tonight, Aurora.”

Ethan’s fingers found my wrists, guiding them above my head, and before I could process it, the cool pressure of his belt wrapped around them, securing them together.

The leather was firm, unrelenting, a stark contrast to the heat of their hands, their mouths. This was more intense than the silk ties.

Mason’s lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk as he watched me test the restraint.

Owen’s hands skimmed down my sides, his mouth following, trailing hot kisses across my stomach, lower.

Ethan’s breath ghosted over my throat as he whispered, “You really are too much, Aurora.”

Mason’s hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, his gaze dark and possessive. “Yeah, you'reeverything.”

I tested the restraint again, the smooth leather of Ethan’s belt firm against my wrists, my breath hitching at the sheer vulnerability of it.

They had me—completely, unshakably—and I could feel it in the way their hands explored, claimed, demanded.

Mason’s grip tightened around my thighs, his mouth hovering just above my skin, teasing me with the ghost of his breath.

His dark eyes flicked up to mine, and his smirk deepened as he took in my helpless state.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his tongue along the sensitive curve of my hip. “So fucking perfect like this.”

Owen pressed a kiss to my lips, slow and deep, his fingers threading through my hair as Ethan traced a slow, deliberate path down my body.

Every touch was fire, every movement pushing me closer to the edge before pulling me back, keeping me right on the cusp of madness.

They had me. Completely at their mercy.

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