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"Take it all."

Finally—finally—our mouths collide. The kiss carries all the heat of our banter, but without the painfulness of the conflict. We're both smiling against each other's mouths.

For a few minutes, I get lost in the kiss. My need flares, and I pull him to me, but it's awkward as hell, with me on all fours on a table and him standing next to it. We need to get down, or I have to drag him up.

There's a clearing of a throat from someone else in the room. I break the kiss and lift my gaze.

It's Cayden. He raises a brow. "You guys want some privacy, or…"

The moment shifts. Changes.

Panting for breath and so turned on I could cry, I sweep the room. All the guys are standing around, watching us kiss. Hunger is written on every single face, and of course it is. I'vemade out with every guy in turn, but no one has found any actual relief. Suddenly, the intense sexual energy in the room catches up with me. It's a knot, tied so tight the string is set to snap.

And I wasn't ready to get fucked in front of a room full of guys a minute ago.

But they made me an offer. They suggested an arrangement. And just like that, I want it—bad.

I turn my gaze back to Jax. And I ask, voice cracking, "All I want is to know—who here has the biggest bed?"

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It's a mad scramble after that. Big hands pick me up off the table. I'm swept into a fireman's carry over Deandre's shoulder, squealing with both the thrill and the shock.

We're doing this. We're actually, honestly doing it.

I've had a decent amount of sex in my life. Not a ton or anything, but enough that I'm not easily scandalized. What I've never done is had a threesome. Or a foursome. Or a fivesome or a sixsome—basically, this is way outside my comfort zone, but I don't care.

I've been fantasizing about getting passed around from one of these men to the next since the day I arrived. When Jax told me they were all down to share, the possibility of a veritable orgy became this tantalizing, teasing thing, but deep down, I still never expected it to happen.

My expectations are being blown out of the water tonight.

The door to Deandre's room slams into the wall as he shoves it open. It's a good choice. The guy is so big, he has a California king. It's still not big enough for this many people, but it's probably our best shot.

Someone shoves the covers back, and then Deandre is setting me down onto cool sheets. He hovers over me, kissing me slow and deep, then pulls away.

"How do you want to do this, baby girl?"

How the hell am I supposed to answer that question? My body is on fire with the hungry stares of five sexy guys all waiting to have their way with me. I want everything, everyone, and I want them in every way imaginable. It's impossible to choose.

But then again, I do have a good idea of how to start.

Turning my head, I reach out in Sergio's direction. Deandre backs off without needing to be told, and Sergio stalks his way onto the bed, pulling at his shirt as he goes. It lands in a heap somewhere, and then he's on me.

His kiss is a delicious as it was out in the other room, only a hotter intent lies behind it. Yeah, we're doing this.

Neither of us wastes any time. I tear at my clothes. He helps, getting my shirt and bra off. Fuck, the hot expanse of his muscular chest pressed against me is heaven. A gold cross hangs from around his neck, and it grazes my skin as he kisses me hard and fast. The cool metal hits the hollow of my throat, and I don't know why that's so erotic, but it is.

I skate my hands down his sides, feeling the definition in his abdominals and the hollows of his hips. For all that he's ripped, he has a slighter build than the some of the other guys. When I wrap my legs around his waist, it's a more comfortable fit. I like being able to hold onto him. To meet his strength with my own as we start a dirty, frantic grind.

That's not enough for long, though. He drifts his hands lower, over my hips and ass and thighs. When he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, I nod. He lifts his hips and shifts to the side, and—

Oh. That's a different set of hands tugging my pants away. Fuck. Right. Because we're have a giant orgy, here.

I glance up to find Cayden shoving my jeans and panties down. Heat burns hot in his gaze, and my pussy clenches. I don't have time to pay much attention to him, though.

Sergio reclaims my mouth, and his hand cups my breast, the rough warmth of his palm rasping over my nipple and making me see sparks. He glides it down my body, over my navel and down to the scorching, swollen space between my legs. He fits his palm to my mound. Like the sniper he is, he shows pinpoint accuracy in finding my clit. I grunt at the sudden contact, almost too much.

I'm laid out on my back, in the center of one man's giant bed, being kissed and fingered by another, my legs spread, while a third man works my stupid fucking skinny jeans off my ankles. I try to help him, but I can't concentrate through the way Sergio is touching me. The pleasure is too sharp, the feeling too intense. A high whine builds in the back of my throat.