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I flatten my tongue and lick a broad stripe from the base to the tip. The mingling taste of our combined releases fills mymouth. A salty and slick sensation that has me going for a second.

Above me, Van’s breath catches. A sound like a groan rumbles across his chest. His fingers brush through my hair, encouraging.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop.”

Delighted by the praise, I suck the swollen head between my lips. I swirl my tongue around the ridge and as far down as I can reach.

Beneath me, Lachlan’s hands knead my thighs. They’re drawn apart, spread wide as he shifts.

For a weird second, I almost start laughing. I’m naked in a field getting tag-teamed by my fantasy men. Van’s cock is in my mouth while Lachlan moves inside me, lubricated by Van’s cum. It’s all a surreal blur I don’t think I’ll ever wrap my head around, but the time for that is later.

Overcompensating for my momentary distraction, I lean too far forward. I meant to move on Lachlan, but the cock in my mouth plunges too far down my throat, gagging me.

“Easy,” Van whispers, stroking my cheek. “You’re doing so good.”

I can do this. The women in my books do it all the time.

Mind set, I lift my hips, dragging my channel up Lachlan’s shaft while descending on the cock in my hands. I push down on Lachlan and pull up on Van.

It takes a few clumsy attempts, but I find my rhythm. I find the pace that makes my men moan and grip me harder. I ignore the ache in my thighs, the burn in my sensitive channel. None of it matters, except hearing them beg me not to stop.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” Lachlan grits from beneath me, his fingers tight on my hips. “You feel so good. So fucking tight around me.”

No one speaks as we lose ourselves in the moment. Lachlan cups my sex, fingers delving between my lips. His free hand goes to my breasts, my nipples. He strokes me while I focus on Van and adjust my jaw to take him as deep as possible. It’s not an easy task. There’s so much of him. But I take what I can while meeting every thrust of Lachlan’s hips.

Van’s fingers tighten in my hair, his hips twitch. “God, baby, I’m so close. Don’t stop.” I feel the shift, the stuttering in his hips as his thighs tense. I hollow out my cheeks and pull him deeper, suck him harder. “Fuck, baby ... fuck ...Everly...”

With a snarl of my name, his hot cum spurts across my tongue. It hits the back of my throat as he jerks against my face. I swallow as much as I can, but it dribbles past my lips and down my chest. I feel it hit my breasts where Lachlan uses it to tease my nipples. To rub Van’s seed into my skin.

Aroused by the sight, I expel a bit more and moan when he slathers it across my chest.

“All of it,” he orders, holding up his palm like a parent demanding gum from a child who shouldn’t have it.

I spit whatever’s left of Van’s cum into Lachlan’s hand.

It’s smeared over my breasts, rubbed into my mound. It coats my skin when the same damp hand closes around my throat.

“This is how you should always be, covered and dripping with our cum.”

The cool air kisses my sweat and jizz coated skin, making me too aware of Van still standing over me, watching his friend use his cum like lotion on me. He hasn’t said anything, but the silence speaks volumes as his friend fingers my clit. Gets me to the edge.

“Lach...”

“Let go, sweetheart. Let go for me.”

With a strangled whine, I fall forward. Hands splaying across the blanket as I buck over the twitching cock spraying up inside me. Lachlan continues to hold me long after we’ve both stopped shuddering. He cradles me while murmuring quietly into the back of my shoulder. Words I can’t fully understand. It’s only when he slips free that Van stoops down in front of me and gathers me up out of his friend’s arms and into his lap.

“You okay, Evie?” he asks quietly into my sweat-soaked temple.

I think I nod, face wedged into the side of his neck. “Sleepy.”

He presses me closer. “Did we hurt you?”

I yawn and burrow deeper into his warmth. “Yes, but not your fault your package is so large. I blame your parents.”

His quiet chuckle warms my cheek. “It’ll fit easier next time.”

Next time. I really like the sound of that.