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My cock is rock hard, pressing painfully against the zipper of my pants. The smell of her is everywhere. Thick, sweet, intoxicating. Mixed with Finn’s scent it’s even better, exactly like that night when Finn was buried inside her and I was plowing into him, the three of us locked together in heat and need.

I can’t look away.

Cammie’s lips part on a soft moan, eyes heavy-lidded but locked on mine as she fucks herself on Finn’s fingers. Beck’s mouth is on her neck, whispering filthy praise against her skin while he pinches her nipples. The wet sounds of Finn’s fingers pumping in and out of her fill the car.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, shifting in my seat.

Piers chuckles from the driver’s seat. “You three are going to make me pull this car over.”

Cammie’s only response is another breathy moan as she grinds down harder on Finn’s hand, eyes never leaving mine. She reaches out and touches the headrest of my seat with two fingers. Doesn't say anything. Just touches it, like she's touching me by proxy, and holds my gaze while Finn works her open.

I know the exact moment she’s going to come. Her eyes start to flutter. Her breath hitches in that broken little way that makes my cock throb against my zipper.

Beck’s words are deep and filthy in her ear. “Come for your cowboy, sugar.”

Finn, despite the awkward angle, leans in and replaces his fingers with his mouth, tongue plunging deep while his fingers keep working her clit. Cammie’s eyes never leave mine. She rides Finn’s face and fingers with shameless rolls of her hips, mouth open on a silent cry as she comes hard in the backseat.

The wrecked sounds of her orgasm fill the car. Thick, sweet vanilla and lavender perfume mixed with pure aroused omega explodes. Piers groans from the driver’s seat, hands tightening on the wheel.

Finn pulls back, lips shiny with her, and murmurs reverently, “You taste so good to me.”

Cammie yanks him up by his shirt and kisses him hard, licking her own slick off his lips like she’s starving for it.

Beck reaches down, swipes two fingers through her dripping pussy, and brings them to his mouth. “So fucking good, babe. Like a vanilla and lavender cookie.”

Cammie leans back against his chest, flushed and glowing. “You know where to find me.”

Beck chuckles and pulls her into a tight hug, kissing her cheek.

Piers clears his throat from the front. “I feel left out up here.”

Beck grins, reaches down again, and swipes more of her slick onto his fingers. He leans forward between the seats. “Open up, Sir .”

Piers does, letting Beck feed him Cammie’s slick straight from his fingers. His low growl fills the car.

Finn looks at me, eyes dark, and offers his glistening fingers. “Do you want some, Leith?”

Cammie’s mouth is slightly parted, but her eyes are locked on mine. I don’t break eye contact as I lean forward and suck Finn’s fingers into my mouth. I lick them clean from knuckle to tip, savoring every drop of her. It’s sweet, warm, and downright addictive.

Finn and Cammie both look a little shocked. But also a little pleased.

I pull off with a soft pop, turn back around in my seat, and adjust my painfully hard cock so it’s not pressing quite so brutally against my zipper.

thirty-six

Beck

“Let’s go spend some of Sir’s money,” I say with a wicked grin.

I help Cammie out of the car first, hands lingering on her hips as I straighten her skirt a little more, smoothing it over her curves. She looks incredible in her pink miniskirt that shows a lot of leg, and a lime green t-shirt that’s tucked into her bra so that it shows an inch of stomach. She’s been sitting by the pool more since the weather’s gotten hotter, and there’s a glow to her skin that wasn’t there before.

Or maybe that was me. And Finn. I have to give him some credit.

I lean in and kiss her, slow and sweet, then grab her hand. Piers rolls his eyes but takes her other hand anyway. Finn and Leith fall in on either side of us like protective bookends.

I catch sight of one of Leith’s guys in all black standing casually at the corner of the building. For a second, the protective alpha in me surges forward. We’re out in public. The stalker is still out there. This could be dangerous.

But then I see Leith actively focused and scanning everything, and the worry eases. I trust him. Completely. If anyone can keep her safe, it’s him.