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“What do you think it is?” Rhett asked.
I shrugged. “No clue.”
Ashton came out, hands behind his back.
Rhett lifted an eyebrow and waited while shivers licked over my skin.
“Remember that day all those months ago when I teased about taking Sky to a sex store?” Ashton asked.
I didn’t know what he referred to and glanced up at Rhett.
Brow furrowed, he shook his head.
“She said something about your coffee choice not surprising her,” Ashton offered and bit his lip.
Realization dawned on Rhett’s face, but I remained in the dark. “You said she had me pegged,” Rhett murmured. “Fuck.”
“Yeah—and I want to watch.” Ashton pulled his hands from behind his back, and I studied the strappy thing in his grasp. Leather…cinches…and—
“Oh God.” I gulped. “That’s a…a…”
“Strap on.” Ashton supplied what I couldn’t find the word for, coming closer to show me the contraption. “And you’re going to own Rhett’s ass with it.”
My gaze shot to Rhett, who studied the thing in Ashton’s hands. He flicked his focus to me as though feeling all the questions rushing through my brain.
“Put it on, baby,” Rhett ordered, ripping at his button-down as though suddenly desperate for me to fill him with that…thing dangling from the harness.
Heat rushed through my body, sending rippling need through my center with heavy pulses. “Oh God.”
The men stripped in record time, but it took all three of us to rid me of clothing, and arousal smeared the inside of my thighs until they got the damn leather connected around my waist.
The dildo swung a bit with every step I took toward the bed, and I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from giggling.
Rhett knelt on the bed, Ashton’s face in his ass, rimming the hell out of him—one of Rhett’s favorite forms of play I’d enjoyed seeing a few times.
Once Ashton lubed and stretched him to the point Rhett begged for relief, I replaced Ashton between Rhett’s spread legs. Back arched, ass in the air, Rhett clutched at the sheets above his head.
I rubbed my hands over his backside, spreading him like he did to me before having my ass—his antsy movements ceased same as always whenever I offered a soothing touch.
“You’re sure?” I whispered, my focus on the glistening hole he offered me, something even Ash didn’t get to enjoy too often.
“Yeah, angel. Feed me that dick.”
Another rush of heat swept over me, and I fought to keep steady. “Ash…h-help me,” I whispered, holding the lube-covered piece of silicone in my trembling hand.
Ash crowded against my back and positioned the tip at Rhett’s hole. “Bear down.”
Rhett pushed back, impaling himself, his hole stretching to take the dildo into his body. He let out a hiss, and my heart thundered inside my chest, watching as he rocked his body over and over, slowly stuffing himself full.
“That’s so hot,” I whispered, moving my hips forward to meet him when he slid back over the length strapped to my hips.
“Fuuuck…” Rhett moaned, his spine arching deeper.
“That’s his happy voice, angel,” Ash said with a chuckle against my ear. “I think you got it.” He left me then, but I couldn’t tear my focus off Rhett’s ass, couldn’t relax my grip on his cheeks as we moved together, and he let loose with moans and grunts that made me want to leak from my core.
“Hands and knees, baby,” Ash told him, and groaning, Rhett lifted his chest off the bed.
“Fuck…what are you…” Rhett’s voice faded as Ash maneuvered beneath him in a sixty-nine position, his hips faltering in our rhythm.