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It’s fucking delicious.

“Fuck—Colt,” he grits out, his voice raw as he thrusts again, sliding between her legs until the head nudges into my mouth and I open for him. He pulls back through my lips—wet andthrobbing—with a slick pop. I work Callie’s clit with deep, steady licks while I reach between her legs, grip the base of Maverick’s length, and angle him toward her entrance.

She moans—long and broken—the second he bumps her, her hips pushing back instinctively.

“Hold her,” I rasp, voice rough from the taste of both of them coating my mouth. Maverick’s hands flex around her waist, locking her in place. She’s shaking between us, wild and needy, as I guide him forward.

The head of his cock breaches her slowly, so fucking slowly, and her whole body tenses, a sharp gasp escaping her throat.

“So fucking good,” I whisper against her clit, and she shivers.

Maverick groans low and vicious as he pushes deeper, his thighs slamming against the backs of hers.

I dive back in mouth greedy on her clit while Maverick fucks her in long, deliberate strokes. The wet sound of it, the scent of sex—I can’t get enough. I want to stay here forever, buried in the taste of her and the weight of him.

Her legs nearly give out, but I hold her steady.

“Please—” she pants.

I hum, “Come on my mouth, baby. Let me taste it.”

Maverick’s hold on her tightens as he fucks into her. She cries out, shattering against my tongue, and I don’t stop until her moans fade into whimpers.

Maverick strokes her back, grounding her. “That’s it, Wildflower.”

She twitches when I kiss the inside of her thigh again, a little too sensitive now. I press a final kiss just above her clit and drag my mouth away, chin slick.

We’re not done.

Not even close.

Maverick lifts her back so it’s pressed into him, still buried deep inside her, his hands spanning her hips like he never wants to let go.

I stand slowly, wiping my chin with the back of my hand, savoring the taste still lingering on my tongue. My knees ache, but I don’t care. She’s radiant, trembling and breathless, and I want all of her.

Maverick meets my eyes over her shoulder, something sharp and primal flickering between us. I undo my pants and shove them to the floor, kicking them aside, ripping my shirt off with one hand.

His voice is rough when he says, “Bend for him.”

She lets out a soft, shaky breath and obeys, one hand pressed against the window for balance, the other trailing down to brace against my thigh. Her lashes lift, eyes shining.

I grip the base of my cock and stroke it once—twice—before tapping it against her bottom lip.

“Open,” I murmur, watching her pupils dilate.

She does, hot and eager, taking me into her mouth with slow, deliberate pressure. My hand finds the back of her head, not forcing, just guiding, fingers tangling in her hair.

Maverick groans behind her, hips rocking as he thrusts in again, deeper this time. The movement nudges her mouth forward on my cock and a moan vibrates around me.

A guttural sound rips from my throat. She’s caught between us every breath and movement shared, matched, multiplied. Her mouth goes deeper, her tongue swirling around me, cheeks hollowing as she sucks.

I thrust, slow at first, then deeper as her eyes flick up to meet mine, tear-lined and full of that same desperate hunger. She pulls me closer, wanting more, always more.

She’s taking us both. And loving every fucking second of it.

Chapter 55

Maverick

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