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He gives me a strange look that I can’t interpret, then wraps a hand around my arm and starts tugging me toward the door. He jerks his chin at his brothers as we go, and we end up outside the theater.

People are definitely watching as we head out. The guy from earlier, everyone else in the lobby. I even get a glimpse of Andrew and Isabelle before the door bangs closed.

35

VIOLET

Lennox getsme in the passenger seat of the car, and Rhett and Sawyer slide into the back seat. I look around as we pull out of the parking lot.

“What about act two?” I ask. “Where are we going?”

“We’ve got something more important to do,” Lennox says.

“What?” I ask, even more confused now.

“We have to remind you that as long as we’re doing this thing, the three of us don’t share except with each other. Clearly you forgot, so we’re going to have to refresh your memory.”

I shiver at the heat in his tone when he says that. The arousal from earlier that had banked a little sparks into a roaring fire all over again, and I lick my lips, glancing over at Lennox. “How are you going to remind me?” I ask.

He looks over at me, and something burns in his eyes. He doesn’t answer, just punches the gas, letting the car pick up speed.

We make it back to my house in record time.

Lennox gets out and comes around to my door. He opens it and pulls me out, hauling me right into his arms. I go willingly, and he lifts me like I weigh nothing.

His brothers go ahead to open the door, making it easier for Lennox to carry me into the house, leaning in to press heated kisses to my lips as he goes. His lips are warm and insistent, and I lean up into each one, kissing him back.

Any thoughts of the revue have flown out of my head, leaving only room for wanting this. Wanting them.

“I think we’re going to put on our own show tonight,” Sawyer teases. “And it should be a good one.”

“With Tink as the main attraction,” Rhett adds.

We don’t even make it to the bedroom. Lennox just lays me down in front of the fireplace and starts getting me out of my clothes. Rhett and Sawyer help, and their hands are everywhere. Pulling off my jacket, stripping me out of my shoes and leggings.

My panties are still wet from earlier, and Sawyer smirks when he slides them over my thighs and down my legs. “Maybe I’ll keep these,” he teases. “As a souvenir from the show tonight.”

My cheeks burn a little.

Once I’m naked for them, they all look at me, and I can feel the heat of their gazes burning across my skin. I spread my legs, almost automatically, and Sawyer groans at the sight of my glistening wet pussy.

“Fuck,” he says. “You’re already soaked for us.” He drags one knuckle against my pussy, and I whimper at the touch.

“You were torturing me during the show,” I pant, already breathless.

Sawyer smirks again. “Don’t worry, Peaches. We’ll make up for it now.”

And then the three of them are on me. Their hands roam over my skin, touching my breasts, my hips, my thighs. I arch into each touch, whining softly until one of them slips a hand between my legs. I buck into it, spreading my legs wider, taking advantage of the space I didn’t have at the theater.

Rhett strokes me there, gently at first, and then with more force, letting his rough, calloused fingers play with my clit.

“Oh,” I breathe, biting my lip. “Please, I need more.”

“Don’t worry,” Rhett promises. “We’re going to give you what you want.” He thumbs at my clit, and the feeling is like a bolt of lightning, striking me right where I’m the most sensitive.

My pussy gets wetter and wetter, and I can hear the sound of it as they take turns, pressing fingers into me, making it so I’m nearly out of my mind with desire.

And then they all pull back, and I’m left whining again.