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The way he looks at her—worships her—I have no doubt he meant every word.

“That’s right,” Wick says once she’s over him, adjusting. “Good?”

“I think so. I won’t fall?” She looks between him and Lex.

Lex is perched above Wicker, sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand on her ribcage and the other squeezing her bicep. “We’ve got you.” He nods at me. “Pace’ll be behind you.”

“I’m right here.” I kiss her shoulder and run a hand down her spine to the curve of her backside. Even her ass is bigger now; her cheeks and thighs are so supple and thick. Shoving my hand into my shorts, I pull out my cock and give it a long stroke.

Wick scooches down, and with two of his strong hands clutching her hips, pulls her pussy right to his mouth. I don’t need to look to know when his tongue makes contact. It’s audible in Verity’s moan, visible in the way her shoulders deflate, hips rocking slightly. The movement topples her forward, but Lex catches her.

Wick groans, long and gruff. “Fuck, Red, you taste so fucking sweet...”

I might not be able to see, but Lex can. His amber eyes are trained downward on Wicker, and when Lex’s hands skate down her arms, they make a detour, giving her tits a squeeze.

“Ah!” she cries out, throwing her head back, and I’m right there, sucking a kiss into the junction where her neck meets her shoulder.

“He any good at that?” I wonder, nipping at her earlobe. “Wick’s sucked my dick a few times, but it was mostly just so I’d suck his. No skillmanship whatsoever.”

The hand on her hip lifts, Wicker’s middle finger extending.

I bat it away.

“So, so good.” From a glance, I see her forehead knitted up in pleasure. “It’s like he’s kissing me. You know… you know how he kisses...”

Fuck, thatdoessound good.

“It’s both gentle, but firm. Little licks, the swirl of his tongue, and then he—” she moans, “sucks.”

She leans forward, rocking her hips into Wick’s mouth. Seeing the opportunity for what it is, Lex dips down to lift her tit to his mouth. His tongue finds her nipple first, giving it a slow, slick lick, before he finally latches on.

She gasps, arm flailing out to find purchase, and I offer my own hand up, surprised at the strength in her grip. “Oh my fucking—” Her words cut off into a strangled cry.

I stand back for a moment to observe them, getting harder and harder as my brothers share her body like this. If tonight proved anything, it’s that whatever we do—scheme, fight, kill, love, or create—we do it together.

“Suck harder,” she whispers, holding her tit higher for Lex to suckle. “It feels so good.”

I can almost taste the release, but that’s not what draws the surge of pre-cum to the head of my cock. That happens when Wick’s hands move around her ass, his long fingers pulling her cheeks apart for me. He’s never been able to deny me what I want.

I push her hair aside and kiss her across the shoulder blades, then down her spine. Placing my hands over my brothers, I spread her wider, revealing the only hole of hers I haven’t had the chance to burrow into.

Kissing the smooth skin of her inner cheek, I lick inward, broadcasting my intent and giving her a chance to stiffen or pull away. When she doesn’t, I swipe my tongue over the tight ring of muscle, indulging in her sharp, stunned gasp.

“Pace! Oh, fuck, Pace…” She lurches forward, and both Lex and Wicker groan. It puts my tongue close enough to Wick’s that we mingle, drawn into a slick, heady kiss, right against her taint.

Unable to take it, I jolt my hand toward the bed, searching for the bottle of lube. “I’m too hard to be still tonight, Rosi. I need to move. You can handle it?”

“Y-yes,” she stutters, her body close to becoming overwhelmed. “But hurry.”

“As fast as I can without hurting you or Justice,” I say, pouring a liberal dose of lube in my hand. I get my fingersgood and slick before gliding them over the puckered hole. She flinches again, but this time less dramatically.

There’s a moment when I slip the tip of my finger in that she tenses.

Wicker senses it instantly, his rusty voice insistent. “Bear down into it, Red. It feels weird at first, but once you stretch—yeah, just like that, baby. Breathe for us.” I get all the way to the second knuckle as Wicker coaches her through it, his hand making soothing patterns on her hip. He’s saying, “His dick’s gonna feel so good once you’re ready for him. You’re gonna feel him so deep, Red…”

It takes a while to get a second finger in alongside it, but when I do, I twist and curve, stretching her out slowly. Wick’s left hand suddenly drops her cheek and grabs for my cock, giving a long, measured stroke.

“Goddamn,” I hiss, thrusting into his fist.