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I grow fuzzy when Wick continues talking about latching on, patiently showing him where to place his tongue and when toshift to a suckle. If I felt hot before, my temperature just elevated a million degrees, and it only intensifies when I look down and see my breast stuffed in Pace’s hungry mouth.

“Feel good?” Wick asks, watching his brother feed.

I twist a lock of Pace’s hair lazily around my finger.

“Yes, thank you.”

Wick bends, kissing me with that sexy, dirty,skilledmouth, his hot tongue tangling with mine, before lifting my other breast to his hands and latching on. The sensation is different now. I feel the fullness all over. Stroking both of their heads, I look up at Lex, who has moved back to his seat across from us, stiff and observant. His jaw is locked tight, the hard line unyielding. He’s staring at his brothers—studying them. Pushing my fingers through the fine hair on Wicker’s nape, I offer, “You can, you know.”

Amber eyes meet mine. “Can what?”

“Touch yourself.”

“I wasn’t—” he starts to lie, but there’s no hiding his erection. Clearing his throat, he shifts. “It’s a completely normal reaction in a situation like this.”

“I never thought it wasn't. I don’t know why you always—” My voice clips off, breath catching when Pace starts rubbing small circles just outside my areola.

“What?” Lex shoots upright. “What was that?”

“That was Pace, doing an excellent job.” I glance down at Lex’s crotch. “It may help this whole thing along, actually.”

His brow wrinkles. “What do you mean?”

“I told you I did my own research,” I explain, licking my lips, “and orgasms lead to the release of oxytocin,and thatencourages milk production.”

He almost looks annoyed that I know something. “That’s… true. But I’ll be distracted.” Conflict wars on his handsome face,but he’s still a man. A fucking horny one at that. “You’ll tell me if something goes wrong?”

“Immediately.”

I don’t believe he’ll truly relent until I see him lean back, pulling his length out from his shorts. He gives it a quick but fluid, jerking pump, and in the overhead light, the tip glistens, already dripping. A surge of prickling heat builds in my nipples. It’s sharp and painful, but so, so good. That steady beating pulse throbs deeper in my pussy, creating a thrum throughout my body, one that grows with every suckle, every stroke of Lex’s hand.

“Are you close?” I ask him, pressing my thighs together for any sense of friction.

He nods, his movements erratic. “Are you?”

I’m close to something, although I don’t know what. My whole body feels like it’s rushing over the edge.

“Don’t waste it,” I tell him, shifting my hips.

As if understanding exactly what I need, Wicker’s fingers hook into my shorts, shoving them down my thighs. Wicker pops off my nipple. “You want his cum, don’t you, Red?” I nod, and he tucks a hand between my bare thighs. “Come on, brother, give it to her.”

In unison, Wicker and Pace each grab one of my knees, draping them over their laps to spread my thighs widely—obscenely—exposing where I’m slick and ready.

Exhaling, Lex drops to his knees, inching toward us as his hand jerks furiously, stripping up and down his cock. He stops between my thighs, and I reach for him, finally allowing myself to thread my fingers through his luscious hair.

I use my grip to yank him closer.

Lex hisses out a long, “Fuck,” when the tip of his cock meets the slickness of my core. His eyebrows crash together as he looks down, spreading the wetness until he’s slotted up againstmy entrance. My whole body is strung tight in anticipation. I’ve never felt so crowded before, one on each side while Lex hovers above me, his hand grasping the back of the couch over my shoulder.

But when he finally pushes in, trapped is the last thing I feel.

Ikeen.

If his brothers mind that Lex is grazing their heads with each of his grunted thrusts, they don’t show it, the pressure of their mouths building a knot of tight need in my core.

“So wet, Verity,” Lex says, face twisted in something that could be agony. “Your pussy’s so fucking drenched for this. I can feel you getting wetter with each suck.”

Pace groans, deep and gritty around my nipple, and warmth radiates across my breasts. Wick moans a garbled curse while Pace rises up, his mouth unlatching. He squeezes, pulling the nipple into a hard point, and Lex’s wild gaze dips to my breast, all of us watching the drop of liquid beading at the tip.