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“You’re not going to make the sign of the cross?” he teases.

“Maybe later. Right now, I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

His eyes meet mine, darkening with lust.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

Gabe has his mouth back on my throat. Cole lifts me up, pinning me with his body. He guides himself into me with one hand while Marcus starts to massage my breast.

He toys with my nipple between his fingertips and it sends a shock of pleasure down my spine.

I let out a low moan and Gabe’s hand slides between me and Cole, taking his time, tracing everywhere but where I need him until I gasp his name. Then his fingers find my clit.

He works it between his fingers as Cole starts to move inside me, the angle making stars explode between my closed lids.

I cry out and Marcus hums.

“Gotta be quiet, angel.”

“Can’t,” I groan, louder, and Marcus claps one large hand over my mouth.

I moan louder, the sound muffled against his hand.

“Anyone could come in and see you getting fucked. Claimed. You like that, princess?” Cole rasps.

I know the gate’s closed. I know no one’s coming, but the dirty talk makes me hotter all the same.

I nod, my thighs clenching around his waist as I get closer to the edge.

Gabe works my clit relentlessly and Marcus drops his head, taking a nipple into his mouth through the fabric.

Cole thrusts up harder into me and I throw my head back. It bangs against the wall but I don’t even feel it. My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave, and my muffled cries from behind Marcus’s hand fill the greenhouse.

“Fuck, princess,” Cole gasps as he rams into me, my ass sliding against the greenhouse wall. “So fucking tight.”

“Such a good girl,” Gabe moans against my throat, and I can feel him hard against my hip.

Marcus twists my nipple roughly between his fingers and the aftershocks make my hips buck against Gabe’s fingers on my clit and Cole’s cock in my pussy.

Cole hisses out my name when he spills inside me.

“Ours,” Marcus says after removing his mouth from my nipple. “We’re gonna mark you from the inside out, angel.”

Cole slowly pulls out of me but then he cups my pussy, pushing his come back into me when it drips out.

Marcus removes his hand from my mouth and I whimper.

“I think we should head back to my place,” Gabe says breathlessly, moving his hand away as Cole lowers me to the ground.

“Yes. Yes, please, daddies. Take me home,” I plead, looking up at them all.

There’s no place else I’d rather be.

EPILOGUE: MARGO

Over the next few days, the guys take me in every position imaginable. Gabe takes me in the shower. Marcus pins me in the foyer with his face pressed against my ass.

Cole takes his time with me in the mornings, before either of the others wakes up. I’m always the one who reaches back for him first, sleepy and impatient, and he slides into me from behind, kissing my throat as he fucks me, telling me what a good girl I am and how well I take his cock.