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It takes a minute to understand what he’s doing—synching me into a rhythm—and my fingers, three at this point, move in time with it, gentle but deep. Lex’s eyes meet mine over her shoulder, his lips spit-shiny as he warns, “Get her nice and loose if that look in your eyes means what I think it means.”

He’s right.

I won’t be able to be slow and gentle.

When she’s good and stretched, I nudge Wick’s hand away and slot my head at her entrance, and the next time she thrusts back, I push in, intending to seamlessly keep the pace.

But she fuckingscreams.

I freeze, terrified I’ve hurt her, but the first strong tremor, ass clenching like a vise around me, makes it obvious she’s not hurt.

She’s coming her fucking brains out.

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Her fingers latchon to the first thing they find, one hand fisted in my hair while the other is digging desperate divots into Lex’s neck. “Oh god,” she’s crying, rocking back into Pace. “Fuck me, fuck me—Wick,please.”

I don’t know who triggered the orgasm, but I felt it building on my tongue and tasted it in the rush of her sweet slickness.

Pace can go forever. That’s what years of edging will do for you. But withholding pleasure isn’t my style. I want to fuck, I want it now, and I’m for goddamn sure not going to wait for my brother to finish.

When Verity slumps forward, body still wracking with release, I look up at Lex. “A little help?”

He moves next to me on the bench, using his upper body to hold her against Pace’s deep, punching thrusts. Her expression is the picture of a woman straining toward ecstasy, jaw dropped on these sharp, little cries.

“Just a little longer,” I tell her, reaching under her belly to find her pussy. “You can do that?”

“Keep going,” she says, teeth bearing down on her bottom lip. She’s sloppy wet, and I’m one second from a stroke if I don’t get inside of her.

Luckily, Lex is on the case.

Reaching down, he grabs the base of my cock and casually guides it to her warm entrance. “Just be careful,” he mutters, assessing the three of us with sharp eyes.

Once the tip is firmly in place, I drag her down, sheathing myself in her tight heat.

Jesus Christ.

She’s slick from my mouth and the juices from her orgasm, but the tight feel of Pace’s cock buried in her ass is something else.

Awed, I ask him, “You feel that?” We’ve never been inside the same chick before—certainly not one we call our own—and it’s fucking intense, the pressure and heat all- encompassing.

“I feel it,” he grunts, thrusting in at the same time I do. “I feel your cock.Fuck, Wick.”

I almost bust my nut right there. “You hear that?” I ask, cupping her warm cheeks in my hands. “It’s like we’re fucking inside of you.” The sentence is completely, laughably nonsensical, but Red gets it. Her breath hitches and she does this little…wriggle… making me slam my hands down on her thighs. “Easy, Red, easy.”

“It’s so much,” she breathes, pulling in this big gulp of air. Her hand curls around my neck, thumb pushing into my pulse point. “I can’t believe you’re both inside me…”

Reveling in how overcome she looks from it all, I guide her upward, directing her to fall. I can feel just how deep or shallow Pace and I can go, and it doesn’t matter that it’s too close, not enough drag of resistance to really feel it along my whole shaft. Watching her full tits sway as Verity rides the both of us iseasily the most mind-blowing fucking thing that’s probably ever happened to me.

On one of these restrained little bucks, she groans at the bounce of her tits, moving to cup them with her hands. Lex gets there first though, his big hands supporting their weight.

“Pace was right before,” Lex whispers, leaning in just above my head to push a slow, wet kiss to her swollen lips. “You look like a fucking goddess, taking them both. I bet you feel so crowded, don’t you? Do you want it harder, baby?”

Frantically, she nods. “Can… can I?—”

Lex reaches out to brush a damp lock of hair from her cheek. “Take what you need.”