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Briggs tosses the last table into storage and claps his hands together. "Torin's got beer."

Torin gives him a flat look. "I have beverages."

Ashby hooks an arm around my shoulders and steers me toward the parking lot. "I think that's legally an invitation."

Torin smiles at me. "Yeah. Let's go."

After the day I've had, with Tom showing his face again, I can't think of anything better than a night with the three men I adore.

Ashby drives. Torin rides shotgun with a box of leftover cookies balanced on his lap, helping himself every few minutes. Briggs and I stretch out in the backseat, smelling like sweat, duct tape, and the artificial pine scent every public building seems to absorb.

Briggs' hand settles on my thigh. Heat sparks beneath my skin as his palm slips under the hem of my shorts.

Up front, Ashby sings badly along to an old rock song while the road winds toward Torin's cabin. Torin catches my eye in the rearview mirror and pulls a face.

I bite back a laugh.

He does it again.

Ashby notices. The corner of his mouth twitches, but he keeps his eyes on the road.

By the time we reach the cabin, darkness has settled over the mountain. Headlights sweep across gravel and the abandoned trailer near the tree line before Ashby kills the engine.

The woods close in around the property, black pine and cedar crowding the edges of the clearing.

I barely make it out of the truck before Torin pins me against the van. One hand locks around my hip. His breath brushes my ear. "You want to end this crazy day with some fun, don’t you?”

The shock steals my breath away. “Yes.”

My hands fist in Torin’s shirt, dragging him closer as my back hits the side of the van. He’s all urgency. Buttons fly from my shirt and scatter across the gravel.

Ashby whistles and tosses the truck keys onto the hood. “Shit, Torin. At least get her inside first.”

Torin ignores him.

He snaps my bra open, shoves it up, and drops his mouth to my left nipple. Hunger radiates from every touch. His teeth graze just enough to make me want to throw out a smart remark, but the thought never makes it past my lips. A moan escapes instead as his tongue laps and then circles, rough and wet, leaving the skin hypersensitive and aching.

Each time he pulls back, cool night air hits the heated spot before his mouth closes over it again, and I arch into him without thinking, chasing the next touch.

My hands find his belt. The buckle scrapes my knuckles as I work it open.

Briggs’ callused hand lands on my ass, pulling a gasp from me. Torin’s mouth stays busy while Briggs works along my neck, teeth grazing my skin, stubble scraping my collarbone.

Ashby drops to his knees. His hands travel up my thighs and push my legs apart, the heat of his tongue trailing upward. He takes his time working higher, mouth and teeth following the path of his hands until my legs shake beneath me. My shorts and panties end up around my ankles before Torin shoves them aside with his boot, and bare skin meets the cold metal of the van.

I brace myself with a whimper as hands and mouths move over every part of me from every direction, anticipation building so fast it feels like it might carry me right off the ground.

Cold metal presses against me as Torin fists a hand in my hair and pulls my head back. Two fingers part my lips before his mouth crashes into mine, swallowing every sound I try to make.

Ashby shifts to let Briggs grind his cock against my ass. Even through his jeans, I feel the ridge of him, feel exactly how badly he wants me as he presses against me. I'm spread open between them, trembling and surrounded. Hands move across my body, squeezing, probing, teasing, melting into one glorious whole.

It doesn't matter who they belong to anymore.

Ashby buries his face between my legs, and the combination of his tongue and the clever movement his fingers hits me like an electric current.

My knees threaten to give out beneath me. I can't stay upright. I don't even try. I let my body go slack and trust them to hold me there.

Every place they touch feels charged. Need tears through me, stripping away every scrap of self-consciousness until all that's left is raw hunger. I feel myself opening to them without restraint, greedy and shameless, wanting every bit of what they're offering.