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I grip her hips, adjusting, and Eli steps in, lifting her skirt, holding it up, out of the way.

Sienna gasps as I push inside, sliding slow, inch by inch, until I’m buried deep in her tight, wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, hands tightening on her waist.

Fuck, she feels perfect. Just right.

She grips my shoulders, nails digging in. “Caleb—”

I thrust up, hard, and she cries out. It echoes in this locker room, so I grin wickedly. I need to hear her again. I slam in and out of her until she starts cussing out my name. Her head rolls back in pure ecstasy.

She’s wrecked. Perfect. Every little moan, every sharp gasp. But now she’s getting too loud, and I slap a hand over her mouth, pressing her against me.

“Quiet,” I warn, voice rough. “Or your dad’s gonna walk in and find you getting fucked by two of his players.”

Her whole body clenches, and fuck, she just got wetter.

Eli swears under his breath. I feel his eyes on us, watching, hungry.

I don’t stop. I don’t slow. I drive into her, watching the way she comes undone, pounding into her, giving her exactly what she needs.

Sienna’s body goes slack against me, spent, skin flushed. She’s still trembling from her release, her thighs twitching as she tries to catch her breath.

Eli watches, jaw tight, his hands still gripping her skirt where he holds it up. His eyes flick to me, then her. He tilts his head slightly. “She’s a mess.”

I glance down. Yeah, she is. Wet, sticky, wrecked. My cock twitches at the sight. I pull her up watching my cock slide out of her.

Then I spin her to watch Eli. He studies her. Her head lolls back to my shoulder.

Eli steps closer, voice lower now. “We should clean her up.”

Sienna makes a small noise, half-protest, half-sated whimper. But Eli’s already dropping to his knees. He takes off his shirt and wipes her with it. And then his face dives in.

“What are you—” she starts, but he’s already spreading her thighs, already licking her fucking pussy.

“Relax,” he murmurs. “Just making sure you’re good.”

Her hands fly to my arms, nails digging in again as he licks into her, cleaning her up like it’s the best meal he’s ever had.

I hold her upright because she’s struggling to keep herself from sinking. Her body jerks at the overstimulation, her whimpers turning into breathy little gasps.

“Eli,” she stammers, her whole body locking up as he groans into her.

“Jesus,” I mutter, watching her come apart all over again.

By the time we finally step out of the locker room, Sienna’s walking a little slower, lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed. She looks...happy. Sore but happy.

Eli smirks at her. “Good?”

She gives me a tired but satisfied look. “Shut up.”

The moment we step into the gynecologist’s office, the receptionist looks up, eyes flicking between the three of us.

“All three of you?” she asks.

Sienna clears her throat. “Uh, yeah.”

Eli raises a brow. “Problem?”