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His tongue slides fiercely against mine, forcing my mouth wider as he ravages me, teeth nipping at my bottom lip in teasing bites until my body melts into his grip with embarrassing ease. I return the kiss with equal heat and fervor, holding nothing back, every bit of pent-up need inside me spilling into him.

Briggs kisses like a man with endless patience and absolutely no intention of using it. The promises in the movement of his mouth are filthy enough to make my head spin.

I lose track of everything except the press of his thighs beneath me, one huge, warm hand moving slowly up my spine, the other circling the sensitive skin above my knees, turning my legs to jelly.

My fingers curl into the soft hair behind his ear, anchoring myself, my soft moans into his mouth broken words of pure want.

Through half-closed lids, I see Ashby watching. He sits perfectly still, but the control looks expensive. His jaw is tight, his gaze heated, every line of him held in place through sheer force of will.

Torin makes no attempt to hide what he's feeling.

His gaze stays fixed on us, following the way Briggs is lazily devouring me, the flush spreading across my throat, the wrinkles already forming in my skirt beneath his grip.

I pull away from Briggs, gasping like I've come up for air. My mouth tingles, my lips feel swollen. I turn toward Ashby. "Ash, come here," I whisper

Ashby moves so fast, I could swear he'd already started moving before I spoke. He draws close, and I watch him look at Briggs. The exchange between them is silent but its meaning is unmistakable. “This is happening.”

I sense that Ashby treats desire like a priceless vintage he intends to savor for as long as possible. He holds himself right at the edge, balancing decorum and collapse with a maddening control. That excites me even more because I want to see it shatter.

Torin still hasn't said a word.

His eyes seem bluer than ever. They remain fixed on us. He hasn't blinked in what feels like forever, and I can't tell whether he's preparing to run or combust.

Then Ashby draws closer and his thumb brushes the damp corner of my mouth. Whatever thread has been holding Torin in place finally snaps.

Suddenly, it's his hand wrapped around my jaw, pulling my head backwards towards him. The grip isn't gentle, but cruelty has nothing to do with it. He needs proof that this is real, proof he can touch.

He doesn't bother with a preamble. His lips meet mine with every scrap of hesitation burned away. The impact of his kiss steals any remaining balance I possess.

Briggs shifts beneath me until the seam of his zipper presses hard between my legs, while Torin’s kiss forces me to arch backwards towards him.

The desperate certainty in the way he holds me in place, his fingers pressing on my jaw to open my mouth wider, sends fire licking through every inch of me. His tongue roves over every corner of my mouth, tangling with mine in frantic, greedy dance, sending my want spiraling. At the same time, Brigg’s shifts me forward slightly so that I’m pressed against the hard bulge in Briggs his lap. The delicious friction makes me gasp into Torin’s mouth.

With his mouth still on mine, hot and hungry, Torin moves closer and pushes my skirt up with both hands, his palms tracing the curve of my ass while his thumbs stroke down the split where I'm already soaked and aching with need.

He lifts his mouth from mine long enough to pant, "Jeez, you're..."

The sentence falls apart before he can finish it, and he buries his face against my neck, trailing a line of soft kisses then teasing bites between uttering soft, filthy curses that vibrate through me.

I know he wants me desperate, wrecked, ruined.

Truthfully, I want it too.

I roll my hips against Briggs, spurred on by the feel of Torin’s hands as his fingers hook into the elastic of my panties and begin dragging them down, slowing where the fabric catches against the place that's wettest. Briggs grip tightens on my hips, and he lifts me up, away from his hardened heat, leaving me bereft of the friction I crave, and Torin yanks them down my legs and tosses them aside. The sudden motion jolts me.

Briggs settles me back down, and the pressure becomes impossible to ignore. His jeans are rough, one hard seam finding exactly the place capable of reducing me to incoherent sounds.

Torin means to devour me. His mouth leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses down the length of my throat and across my clavicle.

Briggs reaches the end of his patience somewhere along the way. His hands settle on my hips, and he moves me back and forth against the hard, expectant shape beneath his jeans. I look into his eyes as I follow his cue and rub myself against him rhythmically, enjoying watching the reaction in his darkening eyes.

It's worth it to see when his control slips.

The softness vanishes, replaced by pure, wolfish hunger, and even as I continue riding his confined cock, chasing my own pleasure, I can't stop myself from smiling because I know I’m the cause.

Behind me, Ashby's hands settle firmly on my shoulders, the restrained strength in them as he braces me upright sending shivers of anticipation that make my hardened nipples strain against the confines of my bra.

When he presses a kiss where my neck meets my shoulder, the tenderness makes me tremble all over, my knees threatening to give way until Brigg’s hold on my hips tightens to steady me.