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My teeth clench, hands wrapping around the back of Maverick’s neck for stability, nails digging into his skin. I’m quivering, unable to do anything but take what he’s giving me. He shifts his hips, finding the angle that makes stars burst behind my eyes.

“There,” I rasp. “Right there.”

His chuckle is rough as he grips me tighter, holding me in place while he drives into that spot again and again, building pressure. Each thrust sending shocks through my core, straight to where my clit aches for more.

Colt and I moan at the same time as Maverick reaches between us, sliding his fingers through my soaked core, not stopping until they’re on either side of where Colt’s buried inside me. I feel the exact moment they touch. Colt’s thrusts falter, a broken groan slipping from his lips before he fucks me harder.

The two of them drive me closer to the edge as Maverick slips his fingers forward and back, pressing and circling my clit with each pass. My skin comes alive, every molecule of my being, singing as the tension builds between my thighs.

His other hand comes up to my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers, while he swallows my cry, lips hot against mine, tongue plunging deep as if to match Colt’s thrusts.

It’s like being fucked twice, and I lose it. My pussy clenches, pulsing with the force of an orgasm, shattering me as I sob into Maverick’s mouth.

Colt curses and slams up into me one final time, spilling inside me, heat flooding my core.

I collapse, gasping, trembling as Maverick eases me down onto Colt’s chest. My thighs are shaking, my lungs burning as Colt’s cock slips from me, and I whimper at the loss.

Maverick presses kisses to my shoulder, humming low in his throat. “You are such a needy girl,” he murmurs against my ear, nipping it with his teeth.

It shoots straight to my core.

And I know. I’m not done.

I don’t care if it’s needy. I don’t care if it’s too much.

I want more.

Maverick cups my ass, spreading me open. His cock slides along the seam, teasing, tempting.

His voice is a growl, low and dark and full of promise.

“We’re not done yet.”

Chapter 33

Colt

Maverick’s promisereverberates through me, goosebumps rising in its wake. Heat from Callie’s soft gasp and response to his touch curls against my neck. She shivers, and I totally get it. There’s something in his voice, the way his command leases his words without raising it. I just came, but my cock still twitches in response.

His hooded eyes meet mine, dark with swirling lust, barely banked behind his lashes. He hasn’t gotten a true taste of our girl yet. A level of patience I could never match.

Callie presses harder against my chest, making an incoherent sound when he gives her a gentle squeeze and then lets go.

“Take care of her,” Maverick says before exiting the room, not waiting for my response, already knowing that I’ll do it, with or without his command. But there’s something so much hotter with him directing me.

I graze my fingers along Callie’s back over the ridge of her spine in a long, smooth movement before descending. She settles into me, splayed out naked, her knees on either side of mine, leaving her completely exposed. Her deep breath didnothing to cut through the anticipation for what Maverick has planned.

He comes back into the room, cock rock-hard, flushed so red it must be aching. I swallow, throat dry, wondering just how many times he jerked off in our room to make it this long. This is the first time I’ve really gotten to look at it. I’ve known him for years, and sharing the same locker room made it impossible not to catch glimpses. But his length and width have me shuddering. It twitches under my gaze, and I snap to Maverick, who’s already looking at me. His thumb runs along his bottom lip, which is curved in a slight grin. He doesn’t look away as he reaches down, gripping his cock and moving in long, slow strokes.

Fuck.My heart’s going wild, thundering against my chest, heat flushing my skin as I watch. Callie trembles when Maverick runs his hands along her back, starting at her shoulders and making their way all the way to the globe of her ass. They brush across me in their descent, and I groan at the barest touch.

I shouldn’t be able to get hard right now, but I can already feel myself getting stiffer where I’m pressed into Callie’s soft stomach.

That’s when I see the plastic bottle he set on the bed beside her knees. When the fuck did he have time to get lube? I barely register the thought before Maverick’s guiding Callie’s hips into the air so that she’s kneeling, upper body still pressed into me.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Maverick growls while his hands are still running all over her. She shivers every time he gets close to her core. Slow and torturous, he takes his time, in languished movements. He’s stoking a fire, building it ember by ember, listening to her every breath, watching her every response.

Her nails dig into my chest as his hands travel up her thighs. She sucks in a breath, quivering as he reaches her pussy, this time not moving away. I follow the curve of Callie’s archedback until where Maverick’s cock is visible above her ass. He’s dripping in precum. The beads run down the length of him. A low hum forms in the back of my throat, knowing he’s just as turned on as we are.

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