Just a twitch at first, a sigh. But then her hand slides down my belly and between her thighs. She cries out when she finds how soaked she still is, fingers dragging through it like she can’t help herself.
I swear the air detonates.
Hayes growls low and dark, the sound vibrating in my chest as a goddamn earthquake. Ford makes this strangled noise, fists clenched on his knees so tight his knuckles go white. My cock jerks so hard it hurts.
And Lo? Sweet little Lo just spreads her legs wider and circles her clit with shaky fingers, hips twitching for more. She moans. Soft. Breathless. The filthiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck me,” I rasp, and I’m moving before I know it, flipping her back over and trapping her wrist against the mattress.
Her clit is ours to play with.
Her only job is to lay there and take what we give her.
Her fingers are slick and glistening, and I bend down, shoving them in my mouth and groaning as I taste her. Her heat. Her need.
Christ, she’s driving me insane.
“You trying to kill me, sugar?”
Her eyes flutter open, dazed and wild. And then she smiles. A slow, wrecked, wicked little smile that’ll haunt me till I’m dead. “Need you…”
That’s it. Restraint’s dead and buried.
I rip her shirt clean in half, fabric fraying. Hayes is there in an instant, shoving my shoulder so he can take her mouth, kissing her like he’s starving. She gasps into him, clinging to his shoulders while I slide my hands down and grip the curve of her ass, lifting her.
Ford’s already moving, dragging the blankets off, grabbing lube and a condom. He mutters curses under his breath.
Hayes breaks the kiss with a snarl, shoving his cock against her lips.
“Open for me, Lo.”
She does, obedient and eager, and the sight nearly ends me right there. Hayes groans deep when she takes him to the back of her throat, holding his ass tight. She wants him rougher.
I drop her to all fours, spread those slick thighs wide, and slam into her in one hard, punishing thrust. She screams around Hayes’s cock, the sound vibrating through the room. Ford’s right there at her side, shoving two fingers in her ass before I can even blink. She jerks like a live wire, sobbing through the stretch, and fuck if I don’t almost lose it.
“You want all of us, don’t you, baby?” I growl against her ear, pounding into her so hard the bed frame rattles.
She nods frantically, mouth stuffed full of Hayes, spit dripping down her chin. Her nails rake the sheets as Ford works his fingers deep, curling them while his other hand rubs ruthless circles on her clit.
“Good girl,” Ford murmurs, wrecked. “Gonna make you come so hard you forget your name. Forget all our names.”
“Never,” she chokes out around Hayes’s cock.
Ford chuckles darkly. “I never back down from a challenge, pretty girl.”
I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back so I can see her face. Eyes rolling, cheeks flushed, tears sliding down while Hayes fucks her throat. She’s perfect. Ruined.
Ours.
I’ll never get tired of reminding myself that she’s finally fully ours. Wearing all of our marks. Allowing all of us deep.
I shove myself in, forcing her body to give way as I grind my hips against her thighs, watching her jiggle like a movie made just for me. I feel the flutter start around my cock just as Ford crooks his fingers in her asshole.
She explodes. Screams so loud Hayes has to hold her steady on his cock while his hips jerk and she milks me like a damn maid. Like her body is starving for it. Heat slick gushes down my thighs, and I lose it, rutting through it, leaning over her, and biting down against the mark I left on her neck on that pathetic couch back at her place. Re-marking her, just in case she forgets who she belongs to.
Just in case she forgets how much I adore her.
Hayes pulls free and shoves her flat on her back, cock shiny with spit. Ford’s already rolling on a condom, and before she can catch her breath, Hayes is shoving that knotting toy down the base of his spit-slicked cock.
