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Everything in me wanted to squirm, to move against him and create friction but he had a hold on me that made it impossible.

“Look how well you just took that dick, True.”

A whimper found its way out of my throat.

Noah let go of my hand and I wanted to whine in protest until the weight of his hand joined Greyson’s at my center.

What were they doing to me? And why was it so sexy?

Noah held Greyson’s hand in place, and the most intoxicating pressure stimulated my clit.

“Can you come like this, Red?”

Greyson. That was Greyson’s voice. Deep and authoritative. Rough and smooth at the same time.

My breathing picked up like I was doing anything other than laying here. But I couldn’t help it. I was feeling too much not to react.

Their hands shifted on top of me and sent my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Yes, I could come like this.

I would never be able to put it into words, but there was something so unbelievably satisfying about having both of their hands on me. Knowing they were touching in the act of getting me off got me there quicker. And when I fell apart on Greyson’s fingers, I cried out when their hands left me and kisses coasted over my face and thighs.

They were everywhere and it was everything.

Greyson slid his fingers over my bottom lip, leaving a trail of wetness. Never in my life had I done something this depraved. Never in my life had I loved anything so much.

Noah appeared at my side and kissed me quiet, tasting himself andmeon my lips.

This was too much.

“Can you take more, baby?”

Maybe I should have said no. Maybe I should have said I had enough. But those would have been lies. Because no matter howwrung out I felt, I knew I didn’t want Greyson coming anywhere but inside of me tonight.

So when he pulled me onto my side, I went easily.

And when he entered me from behind, I bit down on my lip and enjoyed every second of him stretching me for the second time tonight.

I made eye contact with Noah the whole time Greyson fucked me. And somehow, I had another orgasm to give.

It quaked through my body with quiet tremors and low whimpers.

Greyson wasn’t far behind me. He came with a low growl against my neck, fucking into me until every shudder left his body.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered for my ears.

Noah pulled me into his arms the second Greyson pulled out of me and climbed off the bed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted it to work with anybody as much as I want it to work with you.” He pecked my lips, the action so gentle in comparison to what he’d done to me tonight. “Please don’t fucking leave.”

There was nothing subtle about holiday season at Wolfe Summit. Thanksgiving was tomorrow, but the entire resort looked Christmas-ready. The twelve-foot tree in front of the double staircase was just one of many decorated trees situated around the property. Garland, lights and ornaments wrapped around the banisters and wreathes were hung everywhere.

It reminded me of home. Which was why I pulled my phone out of my jacket and called my mom on the walk to my office.

“Greyson! What a surprise.” Yolanda Wolfe said that every time I called her, even though it was at least twice a week.

“What’re you doing, mom? Where are you and dad?”