“Knox,” she gasps.
I look down at her. She’s wet and ready.
“I’m greedy,” I mutter. “I can’t wait.”
I undo my belt. The buckle clinks. I unbutton my jeans.
Just as I’m about to settle between her legs, the door flies open.
Boone stands there. He looks wild-eyed, intense. He sees me, half-naked, poised above her.
“You don’t waste time,” he says. He kicks the door shut and walks over.
“I was feeling greedy.”
He smiles as he tears at his own belt. “I can’t blame you. Our girl is so damn hot. Let me have a taste, too.”
He steps back and sheds his clothes in record time. He climbs onto the bed behind Saramaria. He wraps his arms around her, trapping her against his chest.
“Knox,” she moans. “What are you doing?”
“I’m second,” Boone says. “Don’t worry. Scooch.”
She moves over, making space between us. Boone looks at me, his eyes dark with lust.
“Turn over,” he commands. “I want inside your ass.”
She whimpers but obeys. She turns onto her hands and knees.
Boone grabs lube from the nightstand and pours it onto himself.
“Ready?” he growls as he strokes his cock.
“Yeah.”
He lines up behind her, and I watch him enter her. She cries out, her head dropping to the mattress. He moves slowly at first, letting her adjust, and grips her hips.
I crawl up the bed toward her head. I brush her hair away from her face.
“You look good, baby,” I say. “Full of us.”
She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “I feel so full.”
“You can take more,” I say. “We can all fit.”
She opens her mouth and sucks two fingers. Her tongue swirls around them. The sight makes me want to scream.
The door opens again.
Rhett stands there. He takes in the scene—me at her head, Boone at her back. He looks tired, but his eyes light up when he sees her.
“One of you come fast,” he says. “I miss my girl.”
He locks the door.
He strips down in record time and joins us on the bed.
Laughter bubbles up in my chest, mixing with the lust. It’s absurd. It’s chaotic. It’s perfect.
