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“When she lets us have our way with her.”

“Does she like it deep?” Rhett wants to know.

Sawyer’s fingers seek out the answer. I clench around him, like I’m trying to drag him even deeper.

“Oh yeah,” he replies, sounding breathless with his own arousal. “As deep as she can get it.”

“Do you have a safe word?” Rhett asks me, and I blink, trying to get my mind to focus enough to answer his question. Of course, none of them let up enough to make that easy, so I have to try to think through the haze currently fogging up my brain.

But finally I shake my head. I’ve never needed one, really. It’s not like Andrew and I were doing anything that made one necessary, and I never would have pursued it with anyone else.

Not until now, anyway.

“Pick one,” he says. “Just in case.”

“Do I need it?” I gasp out, my body twisting between them, still overcome.

He just nods. “You never know. There are three of us and one of you, and it will help you stay in control of the situation.”

Part of me wants to say that I don’t want to be in control of the situation, I want them to do whatever they want with me and then some, but I know he’s serious.

“Um… banana,” I manage to say, coming up with the first thing I can think of. “Does that work?”

Rhett chuckles, his eyes dark as he looks at me. “It’ll do. Maybe I’ll ask you again when you can think better.”

He talks about this like he’s familiar with safe words and kink, and that sends a pulse of arousal through me. I can picture it, him with cuffs or rope and a paddle, taking someone throughtheir paces. It makes me moan just imagining myself in the place of that faceless woman, turned on and at his mercy.

Anything could happen, as long as I’m up for it.

And I am. I really, really am.

They don’t let up on me. If anything, having the safe word makes them go harder.

Lips find my neck, and Rhett hikes up my dress enough that he can free my tits, letting them spill out. His gaze finds mine as he lowers his head and sucks one nipple into his mouth, giving me the edge of his teeth.

I buck, jolted through with pleasure like electricity.

Sawyer chooses that moment to press his thumb into my clit, adding another layer to the way he’s taking me apart.

I rock against him, closing my eyes and trying to focus on remembering how to breathe.

“Oh god,” I gasp out, teetering on the edge.

“Do you hear that?” Sawyer says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m her god.”

I don’t see whatever expressions his brothers make at that, but their reactions tell me all I need to know.

Lips crash against mine, and I can tell from the familiarity that it’s Lennox kissing me. Rhett pulls off my nipple and Lennox’s fingers find both of them, pinching and twisting them hard.

Two more fingers join Sawyer’s inside me, and my eyes fly open in shock when I realize they’re Rhett’s. Thicker and more calloused, they feel completely different, and I’m suddenly so full I don’t know what to do.

He bites down on my neck, and that’s enough to send me flying over the edge, right into my orgasm.

My legs buckle, finally giving out on me as I cry out from the sheer amount of pleasure and sensation hitting me like a truck.

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