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“You know, that’s not the flex you think it is, buddy.

” He slides Jayk a disparaging wince. “This shit is called foreplay .” His thumb flicks over my clit, and I arch as a moan escapes me, heat twisting low in my stomach.

Sweet vicious sparks of pleasure chase everywhere he touches.

Lucky tilts his head toward me, then watches my face as I gasp. “See? She likes it.”

A growl rumbles in Jayk’s chest, but Jasper steps into view, his eyes glowing with unholy appreciation. They linger on Lucky’s fingers making a mess of me. They flick greedily over my spilling breasts. My damp lips.

It gives me a strange, thrilling kind of courage.

I lean up to brush my mouth over Lucky’s neck. To nip at him until he groans. The salt on his skin hits my tongue, and his pulse throbs through me as he sucks a stinging bite mark on the curve of my breast. I feel myself pulse around his fingers, hear the slick push as he rubs them inside me.

Jasper starts circling the bed again, and his heels click , click , click with every step.

The sharp pressure of his gaze prickles over my skin, and Lucky chuckles against my breast. “He’s scary, right? Isn’t it great.”

“You. You’re... the problem.” I gasp, arching, as he teases me mercilessly.

He laughs, looking down at me, and tilts my face up toward his. “Why am I a problem? We just came for a friendly visit.” His brows lift in challenge, and he pulls me closer. “Or is Jayk the only one allowed to drag you away?”

He drops a searing kiss to my lips, like a punctuation mark, and aroused amusement spikes beside my frustration.

“He’s in trouble for that, too, you know.” I kiss him back the same way, but he cups my jaw before I can retreat, his grip strong. Taunting.

“Well, I like trouble. Just for the record.” He’s so close, his eyelashes almost brush mine as he winks. “Let’s make trouble together from now on.”

Jayk makes a gagged, disgusted sound. “This shit can’t fucking work on you, Eden. It’s pathetic.”

Lucky’s dimple flashes as he kisses me deeply, his tongue questing, mischievous.

Um.

It . . . might work on me.

I give up, laughing, and he drops us backward onto the bed, curling himself over me. My fingers twine into his hair. It’s soft and freshly washed, and when his muscular thigh presses between mine, my thoughts wink out.

Arching up, I feel his cock press along my stomach and my humor wavers too.

He rubs himself into me, and I shudder. I know exactly how his cock feels inside me—I remember exactly how he works his crown over my clit, and how he curves just right when he’s buried deep. The sinful, destructive way he moves his hips. Swiveling. Touching me everywhere.

I grow hotter, slicker.

Jasper’s heels click .

Click .

Click .

Gripping Lucky’s colorful arms, I grind myself on his thigh, panting. I wonder how we look, mostly naked and starved. I wonder if Jasper likes seeing me touching him. If it makes him as messy as it makes me.

Lucky pulls my hair back, getting a better angle on my mouth. My body clenches around nothing, and I whimper, drawing him deeper, the others falling away as it all becomes him.

Lucky’s mouth.

Lucky’s hands.

Lucky’s cock.

The wooden bedpost suddenly creaks loudly as Jayk thrashes forward. “Okay, this is fucking bullshit. That’s my bed, dickwad.”

Swiveling around to look at Jayk, Lucky quirks a brow. “Huh. I thought it was Beau’s bed.”

I blink in confusion at the loss of him. My lips still feel the burn of his beard, and I can’t quite catch my breath. I can see him over me, but all points of contact are broken.

No mouth.

No hands.

No cock.

My stormy, infuriated glare returns in full force. Lucky stopped kissing me. He stopped kissing me to talk to Jayk .

No. I’ve had enough !

I pinch Lucky’s beard and yank his face to look at me. “It’s my bed.”

My grip is fierce, painful, and the dark red over Lucky’s cheekbones deepens.

His eyes glitter as he murmurs, “Ouch.”

Jasper’s boots stop clicking, and his breath hisses out.

I’m not sure how to deal with him—with any of them, really—but they started this, and I’m slick and aching and unbearably turned on, and annoyance is flavoring my arousal the way only Jayk usually musters, and I need more .

It’s not enough to let them have their way with me.

I need to be more than half their attention and all of their frustration. I don’t want to be the rope in their tug of war. They’re big personalities. If I don’t make myself clear, they’re going to tear me apart.

I pull Lucky back to me until our lips are almost touching again. Slowly, I drag my hand down his body, panting and annoyed.

“I am naked. Under you.” Through his sweatpants, I rub his cock, squeezing and deliberate, and he gasps.

“Jesus . . . Fuck , Eden.”

I can’t stop myself, so I kiss him again as he shudders. And again, and again. Against his mouth, I ask, “Please tell me if I’m in the way here.” I lick the seam of his lips as he groans. “If you and Jasper would rather play with Jayk, I can leave.”

Actually, I’m not sure that’s true, given how badly I’m aching right now, but Lucky doesn’t seem too concerned with details.

He thrusts into my imperfect grip, throbbing and hot through the fabric, shaking like he’s falling apart.

The armchair beside us creaks as Jasper sits down.

His silence makes me jittery, but Lucky kisses me hard, almost clumsy in his urgency.

“ Eden ,” Jayk growls, but it’s not Red , so I just let the possessive sound do awful, delicious things to me.

Releasing Lucky’s cock, I wrap my legs around his waist, and he immediately thrusts between them.

The burst of pleasure is hard, shocking, but he makes a rough, displeased sound, then reaches back to shove his sweats down past his hips.

His lips are hot on mine, his tongue in my mouth.

He’s not even trying for finesse, and I don’t want him to.

I want him undone. I want them all to see the undoing.

All of them need to remember that they are not in charge here.

I’m only letting them pretend.

Lucky frees his cock, and just as I feel him run the flared head down my soaking clit, down to notch himself at my entrance, Jasper speaks.

“Stop, Lucien.”

“Seconded,” Jayk grinds out.

No .

I whimper, and Lucky’s grip tightens on me, almost painful as he locks up. As he stops . I can feel myself dripping along his cock, and I squirm against him, my body begging him for more.

He lets out a harsh, hungry breath. Beside my head, his forearms are corded as he braces himself. “Oh, fuck, Eden, beautiful, stop. Stop, stop, stop. I’m going to... stop.”

Blue eyes blaze down at me, and I bite my lip against an infuriated sob. Then I kiss him, lightly, urgently, a dozen hummingbird kisses.

“Don’t. Don’t stop,” I order. “Please, Lucky, please. I need you.”

His cock twitches against my pussy, and he shudders.

My hands find his cheeks and I kiss him harder as he hovers over me. “Ignore him. Them. I’m here. Please .”

Jasper makes a small, disbelieving sound.

Lucky’s face is flushed and strained, and his hands are knots in the bedsheets. He looks almost panicked at my request. Pained as I rock against him.

He darts a desperate, pleading look back at Jasper. “Jasper, please .”

I turn my head to see Jasper cast in shadowy light, sitting back in the armchair. Still rumpled from the fight, he looks artfully tousled now.

Raising a chill brow, he murmurs, “Now, isn’t this amusing. Our librarian is giving orders.”

He . . . doesn’t sound amused.

Throbbing and breathless, I don’t feel particularly amused, either.

Lucky is frozen, not moving a single, merciful inch. His throat is corded with tension, his hair snaring us both with blond ties.

Jayk’s ropes press against his chest, and he gives me a snide look. “This shit really get you hot, sugar? Them doing it for each other first?”

“Oh, fuck you, asshole,” Lucky snaps, hard and humorless.

Jayk smirks. “Me? You can’t even fuck her without permission.”

A lethal expression flashes over Lucky’s face as he twists, lifting off me. My grip loosens as I let him go, my fingers curling in, the insistent beat in my body dropping into hopelessness as they fight.

Again.

Jasper shifts, his dark gaze clocking my reaction.

Lucky’s eyes are chips of ice on Jayk. “You should watch your mouth while you’re all tied?—”

“That’s quite enough,” Jasper breaks in mildly, his eyes still on me. He pauses a moment, the pads of his fingers pressed in thought against his full lips. “Eden, I’m afraid you’re under a misconception about how this is going to work.”

Sitting up, I bring the sheet with me, covering myself, still trembling with my thwarted orgasm. I lift my chin, waiting, watching Jasper cautiously.

Ignoring me, he reaches back into the bag beside his chair. He pulls out a pair of glasses and a sheaf of papers.

My limits list.

My rage pauses, withers a little under a sudden, bright onslaught of nerves.

Why does he need my limits list right now?

He puts on the glasses and squints, examining the pages. “What is your safeword, dear girl?”

My lips part as I frown. I didn’t even know he wore glasses.

I hate that he looks so good in them.

Out of habit, I adjust mine. “It’s Bristlebrook. My safeword. It’s... my safeword is Bristlebrook.”

Jasper flicks over one page, checking something, and I try frantically to remember what was on page two.

“Lucien?”

“Houston.” Lucky tears his glare away from Jayk, glancing at Jasper and me. They linger on my irritated pout, and he touches my hand on the bed in silent reassurance.

But I don’t want him to touch my hand. He’s still glassy-eyed and breathing as unevenly as I am. I want his hands back on me.

I want to come.

Jasper nods complacently, like we aren’t both squirming on the bed, then looks at me over the delicate rim of his glasses. “Eden, do you wish to adjust or remove any of your responses to this list?”

My stomach flips as I zero in on the papers, running through every single thing I checked no to. Worse, everything I said yes to.

Faint amusement finally lights Jasper’s dark eyes.

“I— No?” I stammer, staring at the list like it’s grown teeth.

By the post, Jayk yawns loudly, and his ropes creak. “Wake me when he’s through with the paperwork.”

“You’re still comfortable obeying my orders?” Jasper prompts, ignoring him, and I have the abrupt feeling of being back in school, receiving a polite scolding in front of the class. “Because it seems to me, you’re quite eager to circumvent them.”

Ignore him , I told Lucky.

“Ah crap,” Lucky mutters beside me, and his reassuring touch becomes a reassuring squeeze. “Sorry, beautiful. I already put him in a mood.”

I don’t know what Jasper’s upset about. Lucky jumped to his command, not mine. I shoot Lucky a tight-lipped, sideways glare, trying not to look as jealous as I feel. I’m not even quite sure what I’m jealous of .

“Respectfully...” I say to Jasper, then stop. I adjust the sheet, then force myself still. Trying to shove down my prickling jealousy, I purse my lips and work up an equally polite look back at him. “Respectfully, you didn’t give me any orders, Jasper. You rarely do.”

He orders Lucky. He takes Lucky.

He asks me.

And he doesn’t ask me for much.

A low, longing ache joins the empty throb through my body.

Jasper’s head tilts, dangerous, calculating interest prowling over his face. He’s hardly moved, but I feel under threat. In check.

“Hm.” The sound is thoughtful. A breath of knowing that somehow only ratchets my nerves higher. “I think I understand now.”

The shadows gather around him as he lifts one pale, slender hand off the leather armchair... and his finger beckons me in a single chilling curl.

“Come here, Eden. And crawl .”