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Lucky couldn’t get very far inside me, but still, it ached. I was stuffed beyond my mind’s ability to process anything but oh fuck and oh god and owww.

I whimpered against Rush’s cheek, and he caught my mouth with his, which still carried the lingering taste of my blood. There was a hopeless tangle of legs, and then we were a writhing mass of limbs as they moved in and out of me with no rhythm or finesse—only grunting male need vying for space, with me as the unfortunate receptacle.

Not soon enough, Saint pulled out, either taking mercy on me or finding the position too awkward. He moved up behind Lucky and did something that made him groan loudly, then he was fucking Lucky—each of his thrusts pushing Lucky’s cock hardand deep into my ass. The three of them found a way to make it all work, and I anchored myself to Rush, digging my nails into his shoulders hard enough to make him grunt.

Despite the discomfort, I whined into Rush’s mouth, finding an angle where I didn’t feel like I was being impaled in a bad way, where my clit would rub against his groin. The nipple Saint had half chewed off scraped on Rush’s shirt, feeling like fresh hell and heavenly torture. They pounded into me, and for a long, long moment my orgasm hovered, threatening, feeling like it would tear me apart.

“Fuuuck, yeah,” Rush groaned as my body clamped down on his and Lucky’s cocks.

Lucky gave a sexy gasping whine, and I could feel Saint pick up the pace behind him. Lucky’s cock gave a hard twitch in my ass then my orgasm flung me into a freefall of white-hot, fluttering spasms—pleasure and torture combined. One by one, they followed me over the edge, triggering a chain-reaction of shivering orgasms that went deliciously on until I eventually collapsed against Rush, too exhausted to move, let alone complain.

We lay in a messy, sordid heap, in various states of undress. Lucky was as naked as I was, somehow, and he was nice and warm. Sweat had trickled into my eyes, and they stung, but it was drying now.

“You’re going to have to mop again, Luck,” Rush mumbled. “I’m covered in enough bodily fluids you might have to scrape my ass off the floor.”

“Can I do it tomorrow?” he mumbled. “Saint isn’t even out of my ass yet.”

Saint chuckled and pulled out, making Lucky swear at the suddenness of it.

“You should know better than to use me as an excuse.”

“Why can’t Rush do it?”

“It’s his birthday.”

“And I’m at the bottom of the pile,” Rush pointed out.

“It’s probably not your birthday anymore, if you check the clock.”

“Making the birthday boy clean up after the party would be rude,” I mumbled, my brain mushy enough to squeeze through a sieve.

“Oh, are you volunteering to do it then?” Lucky asked sourly.

I laughed weakly. “Between the extra holes Rush carved into me and the fact that I had three donkey dicks shoved into my orifices, my guts might spill out when I get up.”

“Someone has to clean this before the front-of-house staff come in tomorrow,” Saint pointed out. “And it’s not going to be me. Maybe the two of you can work together to lick it up.”

“Oh my god,” I grumbled. “Get off me, and I’ll find the mop.”

“I thought you’d say that.” Saint leaned down to kiss my ear.

I shivered, and Lucky and Rush both groaned at the way my body clenched.

“We should get up before Lucky gets hard again,” Rush mumbled.

“Oh, trust me—he’s still hard.”

Behind me, Lucky gave a chuckle and started to fuck me again.

Fuck.

At this rate, these men were going to kill me.

Chapter 30

With Rush gone for groceries and Lucky visiting his parents, the house was quiet.

Saint was crunching numbers at the kitchen table, while I was trying hard not to distract him. Unfortunately, I’d finished the book I was reading and wasn’t tired enough to take a nap.

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