Their hands are everywhere, their mouths never leaving my skin. Each touch sends me higher, each kiss pulls me deeper into this web I didn’t even know I was caught in.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe.
It’s impossible to focus on anything but the feeling of them touching me, claiming me. I’m losing myself in the hunger.
Their names echo in my mind, one after another, and I feel like I’m drowning in them. In all of them.
Clint’s curse is a low growl, a profane prayer, as he unhooks my bra. The straps slide down my arms, and the fabric flutters to the floor.
A shiver courses through me, not from the cool around us, but from the heat of their gazes, the way their eyes trace my form with intense hunger, as if I’m a sacred altar and a wild feast all at once.
Sawyer’s hands are already exploring, deft and patient, guiding me out of my jeans. My breath hitches as my hips tilt instinctively into his touch, pleasure flooding my veins like liquid fire.
Reid’s kiss is fierce, his mouth capturing mine with a primal urgency that leaves no room for doubt. I dissolve into it, into the taste of him, the way he drinks in every tiny gasp and shiver.
One hand tangles in my hair, gentle yet possessive, the other slides down my back to cup my ass and press me firmly against him. Our heartbeats synchronize in a wild, thunderous rhythm.
I’ve never felt more alive. More seen. More desired. And the most exhilarating part? I crave all of it.
All of them.
A moan escapes my lips, swallowed by Reid’s kiss, hips swaying in time with Sawyer’s touch. It’s a dance of intense heat and raw need, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Clint’s voice is a rough whisper in my ear, a promise and a threat. “If you really do want this, Dakota, then we’re going to give you the night of your life.”
I believe him. I want it. I want them more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
Sawyer’s fingers dip beneath my panties, and when he discovers how ready I am, he lets out a low, approving groan.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, thick with desire. “She’s drenched already.”
Embarrassment and empowerment war within me, but when he slides a finger inside, all thoughts scatter. My body jerks, back arching into Clint’s solid form behind me.
Reid cups my face, thumbs tracing my cheekbones, eyes locked onto mine.
“Watch me, Dakota,” he commands softly.
I try to obey, but Sawyer is playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. A moan escapes my lips, captured by Reid’s demanding kiss.
Clint’s hands are everywhere, tugging down my panties, palming my breasts, guiding me back against the hard line of his denim-clad cock. He rocks lightly, just enough to let me feel his need.
“Tell us what you want,” he rasps, teeth grazing the shell of my ear.
“I want…” I whimper as Sawyer adds a second finger, pumping them slowly, intensely. “I want everything.”
“You’ll get everything,” Reid rumbles, stepping back just far enough to tug at his waistband.
My eyes track every movement. How his lean muscles shift under pale skin, the way his thick, rigid length curves up toward his stomach.
He cups the head of his cock with slow, intense strokes, watching Sawyer’s fingers glide between my thighs. Already the sight sends tremors through me.
“Clint,” I gasp, husky, as I grind into Sawyer’s careful ministrations. “Please.”
He doesn’t make me ask twice. His jeans fall with a soft thud to the floor, and heat blooms through me when his hot weight presses against my lower back.
“Bend over,” he says, issuing a command I was somehow born to follow. “I need to take you from behind.”
Reid’s hands clamp around my waist, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. He positions me on my knees atop the couch, my palms digging into the plush cushion.
