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  Two men who want me as badly as I want them.

  Leo pulls my hair off to one side so he can access my neck. His mouth latches onto my flesh as his palms slide to my front. A mewl crawls out of my throat when he touches my pussy. Ford smiles against my mouth, never breaking our kiss, and pinches my achingly hard nipples. Leo’s dick is stone against the crack of my ass.

  “Time to compare,” Leo taunts, rubbing his dick against me. “We’re waiting for your full report.”

  Ford pulls slightly away to give me a mischievous grin. “Go on, Lucky. Get a grip.”

  I reach between us and fist his thickness. Then, I reach behind me to grab onto Leo’s cock. Both are thick and long and perfect.

  “Who’s the winner?” Leo rasps out, his hips gently rocking against my grip on him. Me. I’m the winner. He intensifies the way his fingers circle my clit until I’m trembling with need. “Hmm?”

  “I, uh, I…ohhhh…” I moan.

  Ford twists my nipples, making me whimper. “What’s your verdict?”

  “It’s a tie,” I whimper. “I love them both. You’re both perfect.”

  “Good girl,” Leo growls. His palms splay under my thighs and he lifts me. I can feel his dick bobbling against my pussy. My body wriggles as I seek out his cock.

  “Need some help?” Ford asks with a devilish gleam in his eyes. He kneels in front of us and boldly grabs Leo’s dick to help guide it into my needy body.

  Leo hisses in pleasure and I let out a whine when Ford’s mouth makes contact with my pussy. I’m boneless in Leo’s strong arms. He easily maneuvers me up and down his length as he nips at my shoulder. My fingers find Ford’s wet hair, latching on, as he sucks on my clit. I’m completely lost in this moment while these two men pleasure me. Ford’s mouth is pure magic as he sucks, licks, bites me on my clit and pussy lips.

  “Oh, God,” I whimper. “Leo! Ford!” My orgasm steals over me, causing my core to clench. This sets Leo off because he lets out a feral grunt. His heat floods inside of me as his teeth bruise my flesh.

  I’ve barely come down from my high before Ford is rising to his feet and greedily pulling me from Leo’s grasp. The loss of Leo’s dick inside of me makes me feel hollow, but seconds later, it’s Ford stretching me with his cock. My legs latch around his waist while our mouths meet as he fucks me against the tile wall. He tastes like me. It sends fire burning in my stomach. I love it.

  “You’re fucking perfect, Lucky,” Ford rumbles. He nips at my jaw before finding my ear. His hot breath tickles me there. “So fucking perfect and ours.”

  Ours.

  Not just his.

  Theirs.

  Filthy images of my other two guys in the shower with us have another orgasm edging closer and closer.

  “Water’s getting cold,” Leo murmurs from my other side. He smells like soap now and I vaguely realize he washed up while Ford’s been fucking me into next week. “Besides, I’m standing in the way of someone’s view.”

  Ford’s body slaps loudly against mine, earning my undivided attention. I can feel eyes on me, but I can’t look up. Ford’s mouth is back on mine, demanding my complete focus. He reaches between us and gives my clit some expert massages that have me once again losing control. My head slams back against the tile with a thud. I cry out, my entire body shuddering. More heat surges inside of me.

  They’re filling me up.

  Marking me as theirs.

  Ford’s dick stops twitching eventually and he slips out of me. Since the water has grown cold, he washes us both quickly. When I step out of the shower in a sex-induced haze, I find Sebastian waiting with a towel.

  “Hey,” I say, unable to meet his eyes as he wraps the plush towel around me.

  His fingers find my chin, tilting my head up. “Hey, beautiful.”

  Nothing in his gaze indicates he thinks I’m dirty. If anything, lust blazes hot in his stare. I’m a little sore, but I’m aching to have him too. He must sense my need because his nostrils flare.

  I let out a squeal when he scoops me into his powerful arms. A laugh peals from me and it’s then I feel some of Ford’s and Leo’s cum gush out of me. It’s dirty but so hot too. Sebastian carries me into the master bedroom over to the bed. He sets me down before tugging the towel away.

  “Let’s take a look at that pussy,” he growls, spreading my thighs apart. His hungry stare rakes across my sensitive area, sending shivers down my spine. “They abused it. Naughty, Clo. You’re so naughty.”

  Ford chuckles as he saunters into the room with a towel tied at his waist. I catch Leo’s stare from a chair in the corner. Having them watch as Seb lazily rubs at my pussy has my thighs clenching.

  Sebastian reaches behind his neck to grab hold of his shirt. He yanks it over his head in one of those hot guy moves that melts your ovaries. I drink in his solid, tattooed chest and slight smattering of dark chest hair between his pecks. His biceps that are also covered in tattoos flex, but it’s his inked, muscular shoulders I crave to lick. So much art on this man and I want to explore every part of him slowly. My eyes travel down his cut abs to his happy trail that promises more fun times inside his jeans. When he sees me peeking at him, he flashes me a smirk before undoing his jeans. The sound of flesh on flesh has me scanning the room again. Leo’s kicked back in the chair with his legs stretched out in front of him and his thighs parted as he strokes his cock. He looks as though he truly is a god sitting on a throne. I’m enamored by the sight until Seb’s dick teases at my opening that leaks with two other men’s cum.

  “All lubed up for me?” Seb asks, the thick crown of his dick breaching me. It burns slightly when he stretches me slowly, easing all the way in until he bottoms out. He leans forward to seek out my mouth. We kiss hard and sloppily as he fucks me in an aggressive yet sweet way that makes me feel safe with him. I’m too spent to come again. I just know it. But then his fingers are massaging my clit hard and fast. It almost hurts to try to wring out another orgasm. “Come for me, Clo. Don’t deny me what I want.”

  It builds and builds until I’m crying out his name.

  The world around me glitters white as I lose myself to ecstasy.

  I’m dizzied with pleasure.

  He groans, signaling his release, before filling me up.

  “Oh God,” I murmur.

  I’m so sore. Everything hurts.

  And yet…

  “About time,” Ford says to someone. “We started without you.”

  “No shit,” Zac grunts.

  Seb smiles against my lips and then pulls out abruptly. My eyes seek out Zac through heavy lids. He’s naked. Gloriously naked. His lean, yet chiseled chest begs to be touched and his large cock juts out proudly in front of him. I lick my lips before meeting his hungry, almost angry stare.

  I tense, panic welling up inside of me.

  But then he winks.

  That simple act of reassurance has me relaxing despite the way three men’s cum leaks from my sore pussy.

  “My turn, brat,” Zac growls, his brown eyes darkening. When he first called me brat, way back when they started working for my dad, I’d taken offense. But over the years, I’ve come to accept it as a term of endearment.

  His hands find my hips roughly and he flips me over onto my stomach. Fire cracks along my ass cheek the moment he slaps it. Before I can recover, he’s pushing his overly large dick inside me.

  Tears burn in my eyes as he brutally stretches me to the point of pain. He’s thick and long. With every thrust, he bruises me someplace deep inside. All I can do is suppress a sob as I grip the comforter.

  He slaps my ass again, making me clench around him. I whimper at the pain of it. His hand massages the sore flesh and I’m almost eager to feel the sting once more.

  What’s wrong with me?

  He thrusts hard, hitting a spot within me that makes me jolt in surprise. His hand cracks my ass another time before gripping my hips hard. He angles me higher as he pistons his hips. The place he’s found inside me throbs with
each glorious stab of his monster cock.

  Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

  “Oh God!” I scream when the pleasure seems to claw at me from the inside out. This orgasm is different from the others. It pulls me from this world and tosses me into another. Foreign and wonderful. I’m in unfamiliar territory.

  A feral grunt tears from Zac’s throat.

  Then his heat floods me.

  His cum fills me up, stinging my insides. I expect him to pull out, but he lays his sweaty body against my back and finds my ear. He presses a sweet kiss to the shell of my ear.

  “I knew you’d be perfect, Clove,” he murmurs. “So fucking perfect. And ours.”

  I don’t have the words.

  Tears of happiness and fatigue and from being overwhelmed leak from my eyes.

  All I can do is nod.

  Theirs.

  I am theirs.

  Finally.

  I wake to a hand flopping across my face and I groan, shoving away the man’s hand. Rolling onto my side, I find Clo tucked against Leo’s side. Images of last night when we all took a turn with our girl come flooding through my mind.

  We’re all so fucked up.

  And, honestly, I can’t find it in me to care.

  In our case, fucked up is really hot and strangely fulfilling.

  Yes, Leo is a bed hog and sleeps like a three-year-old. But he’s also one of my best friends. Loyal to a fault. Would lay down his life, like he clearly demonstrated not too long ago, for the girl in his arms. And the great part is, he’s not a jealous, possessive prick. None of us are. We’ve all dabbled a bit in polyamorous sex, but this is the first time all four of us have actively—yet in an unspoken way—pursued the same woman with more purpose than to just fuck.

  All four of us deeply care for Clo.

  The situation is a goddamn mess, but I’m not about to start ironing down the specifics. Last night happened, and something tells me more nights like that will happen. We’ll keep little Clo here forever if we have to. That idea is enticing as hell.

  I stroke my fingers through Clo’s hair and inhale her sweet scent. My cock is hard against the crack of her ass. When her ass presses back against me, I realize she’s awake.

  “Good morning,” I murmur against her hair, my arm snaking to her front. I find her clit and massage her there.

  “Morning.”

  I kiss her shoulder and rub at her, loving the whimpers she makes. She quietly orgasms as she tries not to wake Leo. The moment she comes, I pull my finger away and suck on a few of them. Her taste is fucking addictive. Once my fingers are good and wet, I drag them along the tip of my dick to lube it up. I know she’ll be dry from having gotten fucked four times in a row last night.

  A tiny whine escapes her when I press the crown of my dick against her slit. Slowly, I ease into her pussy. I grip her full tit, my thumb and finger tweaking her nipple. My hips thrust against her in a steady pace that makes the bed creak.

  “Clo…”

  “Sebastian.”

  “You’re the only woman for me.” I’ve been obsessed with you for years.

  She lets out a soft moan. “What about that girl last night?”

  I do not want to talk about my ex with my dick inside Clo.

  “She’s not important. Watches my property while I’m gone.”

  “So, you and her—”

  I silence her by twisting her nipple slightly until she cries out. I’ll tell her about Rachel later, but now’s not the time.

  It doesn’t take long before I’m groaning with my release. She starts giggling quietly and I sit up on my elbow to look at her.

  “What’s so funny?” I whisper.

  She points to the way Leo’s dick tents the sheet. He’s still snoring, but we clearly made our way into his dream. Chuckling, I pull her away and kiss her neck.

  “Come on,” I growl. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  Clo looks good enough to eat in one of my shirts and sweats. She has her own clothes now, but I must say I like the way she looks in mine. I throw on some track pants and a T-shirt. Leo is no longer in the bed when we come out of the bathroom. Clo loops her arm around mine as we follow the smell of bacon cooking.

  So fucking glad we’re home.

  Amenities. Clothes. A proper kitchen.

  We never have to leave.

  Leo is standing in his boxers, shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth as he looks at his phone. Ford is dressed in jeans and a hoodie, a scowl on his face as he looks in the kitchen. And Zac is wearing a pair of sweats with no shirt on as he taps away on his laptop.

  If they’re over at the table, then who’s in the—

  “I made a bunch of bacon because I know how much you love it, Sebby,” Rachel chirps as she comes out of the kitchen carrying a plate of bacon. She’s wearing a low-cut shirt that shows too much of her boobs for breakfast time. Her skirt is too short and too revealing. I’m embarrassed for her. As soon as her eyes rake over Clo’s appearance—just showered and wearing my clothes—her nostrils flare and her lip curls up. “Oh, hello,” she says to Clo coolly before regarding me with one of her bright smiles. “Morning.”

  Clo tenses beside me. Leo grabs her wrist before pulling her to him in a hug. Rachel sets the bacon down on the table and then rushes over to me. She throws her arms around my neck and hugs me. Both Ford and Zac catch my gaze over her head, giving me a frown of disapproval.

  “Morning,” I grunt back, gripping Rachel’s hips to pull her away.

  She giggles and presses her tits against my chest. “You know how ticklish I am,” she says breathily. “Don’t worry. I still like it.”

  Clo makes a choked sound. I glower down at Rachel.

  “Enough,” I snap.

  Rachel’s eyebrow hikes up. “Sebby…”

  When her hand reaches out to stroke my chest, I grip her wrist before hauling her through the kitchen and into the laundry room.

  “We need to talk,” I bite out as soon as I close the door behind us. I release Rachel’s hand and cross my arms over my chest. “You? In my house? Cooking breakfast? Doesn’t work for me, Rach. I pay you to make sure no one squats on my property while I’m gone, not to make breakfast.”

  “Jesus, Sebastian, you don’t have to be so fucking rude.” Her bottom lip trembles. Guilt floods through me.

  “Sorry,” I grumble. “It’s just that…”

  “You’re fucking that girl?” She blinks rapidly at me as though she’s trying to imagine it.

  “It’s not your business.”

  “The hell it ain’t,” she bellows. “We have history. In case you forgot.”

  “You’re not my fiancée anymore, Rachel,” I bark back. “You don’t get a say in my life. You also don’t get to walk into my house and do whatever the fuck you want, whenever you want. Clo is special to me. I won’t have you making her feel unwelcome.”

  “Special?” she seethes. “Real special that she hugs the first half-naked guy at the first sign of trouble. She’s probably sucking Leo’s cock as we speak.”

  I roll my eyes at her. “Knock it off and go home. Whose cock she sucks is none of your damn business.”

  She storms over to me, fury blazing in her eyes. Her blond ponytail swings back and forth. I close my eyes, waiting for her impending slap. Instead, her lips press to mine.

  I snap my eyes open and grab her shoulders, pushing her away. “Enough,” I growl. “Go home. Tell me you didn’t leave the kid alone.”

  “Fuck you, Sebastian.” She lets out a harsh laugh. “And watch it with that girl. She’s going to ruin you. Girls like her will play you all against each other. Good girls like to fuck the wild boys, but they don’t settle down with them, Seb. When she’s done using you, I’ll be here. I always am.”

  I shake my head at her and push open the door. Clo stands there, fat tears in her eyes. Her eyes drift past me to Rachel. Rachel lets out a snort of satisfaction as she prances past us.

  “Clo,” I mutter.

  “She’
s no one, huh?” Her bottom lip trembles. “I can handle the truth. If you really cared about me, you’d trust me with it.” She turns on her heel and storms off.

  “Clo, wait,” I call out to her.

  Her body crashes into Ford and he wraps his arms around her. His lips are pressed into a firm line. I start for them and he gives me a shake of his head before mouthing the word, “Later.”

  Then, they’re gone.

  And I’m left wondering how I fucked everything up in a matter of minutes.

  Tequila is like gasoline on an ember.

  One drop and then you have fire.

  Two shots and you have a blaze.

  Three shots and it spreads.

  Four is an inferno.

  “You’re so fucking drunk, Lucky,” Ford says, laughing against my neck as I grind into him. Some country song plays loud from a jukebox. It makes me want to rip off all my clothes to show him all my dance moves.

  “I could use another shot,” I purr, sliding my palm down his front to cup his cock through his jeans. “You think we could fuck right here and anyone would notice?”

  A hot body sidles up behind me, causing me to shiver. “I’d notice, brat,” Zac rumbles, running his palms up the outside of my thighs, pushing my dress up higher. “I’d notice and want a piece too.”

  I giggle and tilt my head back. I angle my face toward his to meet him for a kiss. Ford’s lips find my neck. The tequila burns through my veins like liquid lust. I’m sure we’re giving all these old people in this honky-tonk bar quite the show. All we’re missing is Leo.

  On cue, he shows up with another beloved shot. I break from Zac’s perfectly kissable lips to accept the shot from Leo. Ford chides me against my throat, but I ignore him.

  Zac twists me around so we’re chest to chest. Ford grumbles that he has to take a piss.

  “I’ll keep her warm,” Leo calls to him, his large hand grabbing my ass.

  “You can’t torture him forever,” Zac says, his brows furling together and dark eyes penetrating me.

  I curl my lip up. “I can’t talk to him right now.”

  “Because he had a thing with psycho Rachel?” Zac demands. “Kind of unfair, brat.”