Page 82 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

In one swift movement, he flipped me onto my stomach, my body pressing into the mattress.

I gasped when his hands ran down my spine, firm, possessive, as he nudged my legs apart with his knee.

Mason and Owen watched, their eyes dark with anticipation.

Ethan leaned over me, his lips grazing my ear.

“You’ve been so good for us,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down to where I was already soaked, spreading me openwith deliberate slowness. “Now, I think it’s time I take what's mine.”

A whimper escaped me as he gripped my hips, his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing, not giving me what I desperately needed.

I moaned, my fingers clenching the sheets as he sank deeper, filling me completely.

He didn’t move at first, just let me feel every inch of him, the delicious stretch making me tremble.

Then, with a slow, devastating roll of his hips, he started to thrust.

I gasped, arching beneath him, every nerve ending firing at once.

Ethan set a slow, punishing rhythm, his grip tightening on my hips as he drove into me, each thrust sending pleasure spiraling through me.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured against my skin. “Being fucked while they watch?”

I whimpered, unable to form words, my body completely surrendering to his.

Ethan reached down, fingers finding my clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Give them a show.”

Pleasure coiled deep, heat licking up my spine.

The pressure was unbearable, overwhelming, and yet I never wanted it to stop.

His fingers pressed harder against my clit, and that was it. I came undone with a sharp cry, my body tightening around him as pleasure tore through me, relentless and all-consuming.

Ethan cursed, his movements stuttering as he groaned my name, his release following mine, his body trembling against me as he spilled deep inside.

The sun streamed through the blinds, dancing on the walls, but I barely noticed it. My body felt like it was still on fire from last night, the memory of their touch, their heat, lingering on my skin.

Every inch of me was a reminder of how completely I’d given in, how completely they’d claimed me. But as I lay there, tangled in the sheets, a knot tightened in my chest.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the fragile moment of peace. I groaned, blinking against the daylight, and reached for it.

The name on the screen made my stomach sink.Daniel Parker.

Again.

I hesitated for a moment, my thumb hovering over the greenanswerbutton.

Then I took a breath and swiped to pick up as I snuck from the room to take this in private.

“Aurora.” His voice sliced through the line, cold and furious. “Where the hell are you? I’ve been waiting on you for days now. Do you remember Sterling and Co.? You're supposed to be handling them, and now they’re calling me every damn hour.Every hour. They only want to work with you, and you're nowhere to be found. What the hell is going on? I thought I made myself clear.”

I exhaled slowly, the pressure mounting behind my eyes. “I know, Daniel. Things are complicated right now.”

“Complicated?” he snapped, his voice rising in frustration. “This isn’t some side project. Sterling is pissed, and I can’t keep stalling them. They want you. You're the one they’re interestedin. And you're playing house out there like it’s some damn vacation?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to rein in my thoughts. “It’s not a vacation, Daniel. I’m dealing with legal issues right now with the bookstore.”

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