I’m a mess. Sweat slicking my skin, breath coming in ragged gasps, my body caught between them, consumed by the need.
And yet, it’s not enough. I need more. I need all of it. All of them.
Clint’s fingers tangle in my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss, to give more, to take more. Reid’s hands are firm, holding me still as he presses closer, his lips trailing heat down my neck, over my shoulder.
“Relax, Dakota,” Sawyer murmurs, his lips grazing against the shell of my ear. “We’ve got you.”
A shiver runs through me, my knees going weak, but their hands are there, keeping me anchored as they surround me. Thethree of them, all present, all focused, making sure I stay exactly where they want me.
I stumble back a little, falling onto the couch before I even know what’s going on. My eyes rise up to the men as they strip down for me, showing me their gorgeously delicious bodies.
Clint, with his broad shoulders and muscular frame, exudes quiet strength, his presence almost overwhelming. Sawyer, slim but with defined muscles that speak of hours spent in the sun and wind, has a playful energy about him that makes my pulse race.
And Reid… his intensity is in his gaze, the sharp lines of his body like he’s carved from stone, but there’s a warmth to him that’s fire against my skin.
I can’t look away, my heart thundering in my chest as they stand before me, their eyes never leaving mine. It’s a silent promise, something unspoken but understood in the way they move closer.
They’re not rushing, not forcing anything. They’re waiting for me.
Sawyer steps between my legs, his gaze dark, filled with an understanding that makes my pulse race.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?”
His fingers trace my inner thighs. I nod, breathless, and before I can say more, Reid’s hand grips my jaw, forcing my gaze to his.
“Words, Dakota,” he growls. “We need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want this. I want all of you.”
The second the words leave my lips, something inside all three of them shifts. Sawyer’s grin is slow, wicked, and then he’s kissing me, deep and urgent, his hands gripping my thighs to spread me wider.
Reid’s mouth brushes along my shoulder, his teeth scraping gently as his hands slide up my ribcage. Clint presses kissesalong the side of my neck, his palms warm against my stomach, fingers teasing the underside of my breasts.
Sawyer’s hands curl around my thighs, his breath hot against my bare skin as he murmurs, “Hold on, Dakota.”
I barely have a second to register his words before his mouth is on me, slow and devastating.
My head falls back, a moan spilling from my lips as Sawyer licks into me, his tongue teasing, exploring, before pressing deeper.
Clint swallows my gasp, his mouth slanting over mine, his kiss rough with hunger. Reid’s fingers find my nipple, rolling it between his fingertips, sending another jolt of pleasure racing through me.
Sawyer’s grip on my thighs digs in as he buries his tongue deeper, his pace increasing. His name is a broken sound on my lips.
He chuckles against me, the vibrations making my legs tremble, making me clutch at Clint and Reid for support as heat coils, building, threatening to consume me whole.
“You okay?” Reid murmurs. “You enjoying this?”
I can hardly get any words out. Sawyer has stolen the breath from my lungs.
Then he drags his tongue over me again, sending me right over the edge.
My body goes taut, pleasure slamming through me, shuddering apart in their arms.
Reid kisses my temple, murmuring something low and soothing, while Clint presses soft kisses along my jaw, grounding me as I come down.
Sawyer stands slowly, licking his lips, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. He hooks his fingers beneath my knees, dragging me off the couch and into his arms.
The heat between us doesn’t fade. If anything, it grows hotter as Sawyer lays me gently onto the thick shag rug in front of the couch, his hands gliding over my body. But he’s not alone.
