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Her eyes darkened with understanding. “Tell me.”
I guided her down slowly, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me, watching her lips part as I filled her completely. “I’ve imagined you with them. With Kellan and Enzo. Both of them.”
She began to move, a slow, torturous rhythm that had me gritting my teeth to maintain control. “And what am I doing in this fantasy of yours?”
My hands held her hips as I thrust up to meet her. “Taking them both,” I growled, watching her eyes widen. “Enzo inside you while Kellan fills your mouth. All of us watching you come apart between us.”
She moaned, her pace quickening.
I hadn’t been sure she’d want to hear more, but her response emboldened me to continue. “Sometimes I imagine watchingthem take turns with you. Sometimes it’s all of us at once, touching every part of you, making you come over and over.”
Her movements became erratic, her nails digging into my skin as she rode me harder. She was on the edge again, and I wanted to send her over.
“I want to watch.” I panted, thrusting up harder to meet her. “I want to watch you with them and watch them fill you with their cum, and then I want to claim you.”
Her head fell back as her body began to shake. “I’m going to?—”
I sat up, changing the angle and wrapping my arms around her. One hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back gently to expose her throat to my lips. “Come with me,” I demanded against her skin, feeling my own release building unstoppably. “Come with me and show me how badly you want all of our cocks filling this perfect pussy.”
Her inner muscles clamped down around me as she cried out, her entire body trembling in my arms. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I buried my face against her neck, groaning her name.
We stayed locked together, panting against each other’s skin. Her hands cradled my face, tilting it up so she could press her forehead against mine.
“Do you really want…” She trailed off, seemingly unable to find the words.
I smiled against her neck, kissing her softly. “Yeah, I do.”
“Me too,” she whispered.
The question was, did Kellan and Enzo want that too?
Chapter 15
Vindictive Donkey
Quinn
Iwoke up tangled in Reid’s sheets, my body sore in all the right places. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room that matched my hazy state of mind.
My fingertips traced the empty space beside me, still warm from Reid’s body. The realization that I’d slept with Reid sent a flush of heat from my chest to my face.
And I’d slept with Kellan too. And done... lots of things with Enzo.
I flopped back against the pillow, covering my face with my hands. These weren’t the actions of the Quinn Porter I used to be. In the past, I was cautious and thought things through. But something about sticking to what was deemed normal and then having my heart stomped on by someone who checked all the boxes did something to a woman.
And apparently, that something was not only taking up hobby horsing but three men.
A series of thumps from somewhere downstairs interrupted my existential crisis. I froze, listening. Another thump, followed by what sounded like something dragging across the floor.
Sighing, I slid out of bed, my bare feet hitting the cool hardwood. I grabbed Reid’s flannel shirt from the chair in the corner, partly for decency, partly because I liked how it smelled like him, and slipped it on. It hung to my mid-thighs, barely decent enough if it was one of the guys downstairs.
I opened the door and peeked into the hall. “Hello?” No response except another thump.
I tiptoed into the hallway, ears straining for any sound that might identify the culprit. As I crept down the stairs, the thumps grew louder, accompanied by a sound that was unmistakably... chewing?
Rounding the corner into the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks.
There, in the middle of the room, stood Debra. And in her mouth, being thoroughly masticated, was the head of Thunderbolt. Stuffing littered the floor like snow, and one of Thunderbolt’s button eyes rolled accusingly toward me from near the coffee table.
