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I open instantly for him, groaning at the heavy weight of him on my tongue. He tastes clean and musky, the salty drip of his precum flooding my senses. I moan around him, and he hisses at the sensation.

One hand goes into my hair, and he uses the leverage to fuck into my mouth in deep, fast strokes.

And just like that, every hole I have is full. I have each of them fucking into me, taking what they want, using me for their own pleasure while making sure I get mine.

It’s a blissful experience, and my head spins with it.

Under me, Rhett fucks up, hitting that spot inside me. I see stars, and it’s only amplified by Sawyer, fucking into my ass, making the feeling grow. Lennox looks down at me as he fucks my face, and saliva and precum spill out of my mouth, making it all wet and messy.

I’m sure I’m a total sight right now, but I don’t care.

All I care about is how good this feels and how close I am to falling apart for them.

When it happens, it takes me by surprise. One little spark flares and then I’m going up like kindling, everything in me reacting to the feeling. I clench hard around Rhett and Sawyer’s cocks, coming so hard that I nearly black out.

I scream around Lennox’s cock as each wave of pleasure threatens to drag me under. All I can do is hold on and try to ride it out, shaking and sobbing and falling apart.

Rhett comes next, groaning and pumping his hips, filling me up with his release. Then Sawyer, then Lennox, who comes down my throat with a curse.

My heart races as Sawyer carefully pulls out, and I can’t even move, so I need their help to get off Rhett. I feel empty and wrung out, but better than I have in a while, as we all collapse in front of the fireplace.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this exhausted, or this sated, and when I think about Lennox’s words—about how I’m theirs—there’s a flicker of hope in my chest.

Maybe some part of this thing is real after all.

37

SAWYER

In the morning,we wake up in a big pile together. I’ve got that warm feeling in my bones that only comes from having a very good night, and I stretch, grinning at the ceiling at the memory.

Violet stirs next to me, and she whimpers softly when she stretches.

“Sore?” Lennox asks from her other side.

“Oh yeah,” she replies, but she’s smiling. “In a whole new way than I’m used to.”

“We didn’t go too hard, did we?” I ask her, looking over in concern. I reach up and brush hair back from her face, pleased when she nuzzles into the touch.

“No, not too hard. I loved it.”

“Good,” Rhett says.

Violet snuggles down between us all, seeming to relax and enjoy the slow morning. Her hair is a mess, and she’s littered with evidence of how last night went. Something hot and possessive flares up inside me at the sight of it, but I tamp it down for now.

My brothers have the same looks on their faces, so I know they’re on the same page as I am when it comes to the fact that we would do a repeat of last night in a heartbeat.

Violet’s stomach growls a little while later, breaking the quiet. She giggles a bit, making a face. “I’m starving all of a sudden. Or maybe my body is just finally making sure I know about it.”

“You worked up an appetite last night,” I say, grinning at her. “It’s not surprising.”

Her face colors in a blush, and I reach over and touch the warmth of her cheeks. It’s one of my favorite looks on her, when she’s flushed lightly and just a little shy. Not hiding from us, but showing that the things we say have an effect on her. Beautiful.

“I could eat too,” Lennox says, stretching.

“Yeah, same,” Rhett agrees.

“Should we go out for breakfast?” Violet asks. “We haven’t all been out to eat in a while, and I haven’t had any leftover pastries from the bakery because things have been selling so fast.”