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“Oh.” I had no plans on stopping grinding. “It’s kinda busy right now.”

Cassian choked out a laugh, before that turned into a low moan. “Jesus Christ, you feel good, Cole.”

Lee kissed me once more, long, slow, lingering. It was maddening too because I knew there was more they could do for me, to me, but they were holding back because it’s what I requested.

Still. The next time.

Lee’s hand left my breast and he brought it to my waist, pressing where it’d been before. Two of his fingers nudged under my leggings, touching the top of my underwear. He asked, throatily, “I’d like to rub your pussy.”

“Oh,” I moaned and I found myself nodding. “Yes. Please. Leave the clothes on.”

“Of course.” His mouth found mine again and I about died.

He raised his mouth enough to lick his fingers before his mouth sealed over me again, and his fingers moved under my underwear, finding—ooooh! Ooooooooh. There. That’s where he wanted to touch and rub, and I was—I couldn’t—Cassian suddenly grabbed my hips, holding them as he pushed up against me, and Lee was working my nub and I—and I—and I—it slammed through me. Charging up my spine. Expanding down my arms. My fingers. My toes curled again. I yelped, my whole body shaking from the force of my climax. Then it was wave after wave of the aftermath.

I fell forward on Cassian, who was jerking up into me before he clamped down on me, holding me against his chest, and a low, drawn-out groan came from deep in his chest.

“Holy fuck.” His mouth opened, gaping. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.”

Lee grunted, pressing against my back, as he was still rubbing me.

I couldn’t get enough air, my face pressed into Cassian’s neck this time. His arm curled up, between my back and Lee’s front. He hugged me to him as we both waited out the waves of our releases.

Lee was the only one who hadn’t come.

When I was okay enough, felt like my bones were bones again, I patted against Cassian’s chest and pushed up. I rolled to the couch, yanked Lee over me. When he fell between my legs, he rose up. “What⁠—”

I shook my head, grabbing him back to me. “Grind on me. Now.”

“Are you sure?” He cautiously touched my hip.

But I could see his hard-on. There was a definite bulge. I could only move my head up and down, and yanked on his shirt, bringing him on top of me.

“Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, but he slipped an arm under my back, lifting my entire body, so easily, and moving me farther up on the couch so we were both lying more fully. His other arm wrapped around my back. He lifted me to him as he began to grind into me.

Yes.

I loved it.

I let myself lie there, my eyes closed, and I relished what we were doing, what he was doing. “Harder, Lee.”

“No.”

“Yes.” I grabbed fistfuls of his hair again, and dragged him over me, trying to make him go harder. Rougher. He was holding back on me. I didn’t want that. Not with me. Not with him. There was something between us, darker, something that wasn’t between Cassian and me. And that something moved in me, needing Lee to let go.

He was digging against me, pushing harder now at my insistence.

I tugged at his shirt. “Off. I want yours off.”

It was off in a flash, and it hadn’t been Lee that did it. It was Cassian. He was watching us, lust heady in his gaze again, and he was biting hard on his bottom lip, palming himself through his pants. My gaze fell there, and holy—shit—holy—I felt the stirrings of another release.

“Lee!” I clambered for his shoulders, my fingers digging in.

I loved the feel of his naked chest over me, watching his muscles straining until he ground into me, gasping. I wanted to touch him more. Without thinking, or questioning, or doubting myself, I shoved my hand between us.

He reared up, his chest heaving, but he held still as I sat up enough to undo his pants. They opened. I tugged his zipper down, and I reached in, finding his cock. I wrapped my hand around him. He was so thick, big. I only needed to do a stroke before a guttural sound ripped from him. He spilled over me.

I lay back down. Lee moved with me, his dick still in my hand. I kept stroking him until he let out a contented sigh, snuggling into me and pressing his nose into my neck. He gently moved my hand off him, pressing a kiss to my throat. “Fuck, Cole.” He reached up with his other hand, touching under my jaw, turning my head to look him in the eyes.