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“I love you,” I burst out. “All of you.”

Gabe removes his lips from my neck with a little pop. Cole straightens up. Marcus doesn’t move his hand away, but he freezes.

“I love you, too,” Gabe says first, softly, and his brown eyes look fathomless when I meet them.

“You know I love you, angel,” Marcus says a moment later, and he’s smiling when I look at him. I can’t help but smile back, happy tears stinging my eyes.

I look at Cole.

“Now I have to say it,” he mutters, and Marcus elbows him.

Cole grins, laughing at himself. “Just kidding. I love you, princess.”

“You sure?”

He looks at me steadily. “I’m positive. It’s crazy, because I never thought I’d do this again, but I do.”

I narrow my eyes, pulling him closer by the belt buckle. “You’re gonna do it right this time.”

“Yes, princess.” His green eyes sparkle, his smile real and boyish instead of practiced.

Marcus kneels in front of me, spreading my thighs.

He spits a glob of saliva on my pussy before sliding his fingers through me. I’m already slick just from their closeness. Marcus groans and presses his face into me, inhaling just like in the pantry.

His hands grip the flesh of my thighs, squeezing them, worshipping me.

I look down at him but he’s staring at my sex.

Gabe grabs my chin in one hand, forcing me to look at him, instead. I gasp at the lust in his dark eyes.

He presses in on my jaw, popping my mouth open, and then kisses me slowly, thoroughly, taking his time, not a single moment wasted. I taste mint on his tongue, moaning into his mouth as Marcus laps across my clit.

Gabe kisses me again and again, groaning against my mouth before pulling away.

My thighs start to tremble around Marcus’s head. He inhales through his nostrils, latching his lips around my clit.

I’m so close to my orgasm I feel like I can’t breathe.

“I-I’m going to come,” I stutter as Gabe’s mouth moves to my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses there.

“That’s alright, princess. Come for us. Come all over Marcus’s face,” Cole orders, and that’s all it takes.

I spasm, clenching my thighs too tightly around Marcus’s head. He doesn’t seem to mind. The man can breathe through his ears.

He keeps his mouth on me, tongue vibrating against my clit as my orgasm rockets through me.

Marcus sighs as I put my hand in his hair, tugging him off me with a gasp, overstimulated.

He squeezes my thighs once more before straightening up.

“Such a good girl,” Cole groans.

I look over at him and gasp.

Cole reaches down to unbutton his slacks, freeing himself. He’s half-hard and he pumps himself to his full length.

“Fuck,” I whisper, looking over at him.