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Sincere nodded, no words leaving his lips before he drove his hips forward again, blessing me with a deep thrust before he pulled out and impaled himself on Lorenzo’s dick.

We fell into a slow rhythm, rocking and swaying, our limbs entangled, our pleasure intertwined.

The whole time, Lorenzo kept whispering in Sincere’s ear and whatever he said must have been exactly what he needed to start fucking me with abandon again. His pace increased, knocking the wind out of me and he looked down at me with so much emotion clouding his eyes, I had to look away.

“Kiss me, Goldy,” Sincere pleaded. When I gave in, his tongue met mine in a sloppy tangle.

It was familiar and necessary. Comforting and so damn nasty my toes curled into the sheets.

I wanted to write songs about the things his tongue made me feel. The way his dick made me believe in heaven. The way his body made me happy to be alive.

Lorenzo’s attention zeroed in on me, his eyes burning into mine. “You’re so fucking perfect for us, Goldy. Don’t ever forget that. This is exactly where you belong.”

A blubbering response sat on the tip of my tongue and I lost it before it could turn into something coherent.

Every time Lorenzo thrust into Sin, he drove into me and another orgasm blindsided me.

I was crying. Desperate tears slid down my face. Rawness scratched my throat. And every muscle in my body tensed until I forced Sincere into his own release, tripling the sensations until my legs shook so bad he had to let them go. Pleasure coiled low in my gut, spreading outward until it consumed me. And each time I thought I was coming down, it hit me again. And again.

Fingers grazing my cheeks, Sin held my gaze and emptied every last drop of his cum inside me.

The warm flood of his completion snapped my last shred of dignity and I cried out, “Ah, fuccccckkkk!”

Seconds later, Lorenzo stilled again. Then he bit down on Sincere’s shoulder and they released a joint whimper.

It was too much. I was full of Sin and Sin was full of Lorenzo. A flutter of awareness shook me and I had to close my eyes.

There would never be anything in my life to rival what happened tonight, and I just needed a moment of silence to sit with that before I tried to deal with the aftermath.

Sincere’s soft lips brushed my brow before he released a guttural groan as Lorenzo pulled out of him. He kissed the side of my head and then pulled his softening dick out of me, looking down at the mess we made as it dripped against the sheets.

“Fuck, Goldy. Look what we did.”

I never went lookingfor trouble, but it had a fucked up way of finding me.

Every night, I did the same thing.

Went up to my room after dinner. Read a few pages of a book. Made a plan for what I was going to do in the gym. Then I went downstairs and worked out while the rest of the house slept.

But tonight, that plan got derailed when I opened my bedroom door and heard moans before I ever set foot in the hall.

Sincere and Enzo’s room was too far away for me to be hearing Goldyn’s unmistakable moans this clearly.

Our suites were on opposite sides of the staircase, giving us all enough distance for this sort of thing to never happen.

But Goldyn had disrupted every structured thing in my life since she showed up two weeks ago, so I shouldn’t have been surprised this was happening.

Desperate cries ate up the space between our rooms and filled my ears with a melody I was never supposed to hear. Because now that I’d heard it, I knew it was all I would be able to think about.

The splinter in her throaty voice. Sin and Enzo’s deeper moans that followed up her high-pitched cries. And the rhythmic knocking of the bed against the wall.

All this shit was happening on the other side of the house, yet I could hear it as clearly as if I was standing right outside their door.

And I had to walk that way to get down the steps.

I heaved a sigh and questioned what I’d done to piss the universe off this much.

The past two weeks proved that we weren’t as locked in as I thought and I needed to fix that shit because I couldn’t take the constant torture being sent my way.