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“You can back out if you want to.”

His eyes meet mine, his own brown and searching.

“I don’t want to back out,” he admits. “I’m just… nervous.”

I smile. “Me too.”

“Could have fooled me,” Cole says, and when I glance back at him he’s staring at my ass.

I laugh and cup Gabe’s face with one hand.

Marcus huffs out a breath but doesn’t protest.

“Will you kiss me?”

“Fuck,” Gabe rasps, and leans in, pressing his mouth to mine.

I slide my tongue past his plush lips and he groans into my mouth, his hand going to my waist to pull me flush against him.

I kiss him hungrily until I feel Marcus behind me, one hand going to my hip on the opposite side of Gabe.

He squeezes there and I gasp into Gabe’s mouth before pulling away.

“We’re really doing this,” Gabe says breathlessly.

“We are,” I agree.

Cole stands from where he’s been stretched out on the couch. I watch him in my peripheral vision.

“We should move to the bedroom.”

I look at Gabe for confirmation and he nods slightly, looking less nervous now, his olive skin slightly flushed.

Cole walks down a hallway, opening a door. He steps aside and I walk past him, kicking off my shoes just inside.

They all enter the room single file: Cole first, then Marcus, then Gabe.

I climb onto the bed on all fours and Marcus groans.

Cole walks over to a chair near the bed, sitting down and leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs.

“You’re just going to watch?” Marcus asks.

Cole grins crookedly. “Gotta make sure you two do it right.”

Marcus scoffs and climbs on the bed behind me, on his knees. I rock my hips back when he places his hands on them, rubbing against the obvious, large erection in his sweats.

“Have some decorum, Marcus. Take off her underwear before you fuck her,” Cole orders. Then he pauses. “Leave the socks on.”

Heat rushes through me as Marcus pops the back of my bra. The fabric falls, revealing my heavy breasts, and it’s Gabe who reaches out and helps me out of it.

Marcus slides his fingers under the sides of my thong, pulling it down over my ass slowly and then off my ankles.

I turn around to look at him and he presses the fabric against his nose, inhaling, closing his eyes like the scent is delectable.

I shiver, but not because I’m cold.

“I know you want to taste her, Marcus.”