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“Fucking beautiful.” I think that was Beck.

"No shit, man." That was Elias.

They get me to the mattress, which I've been embarrassed about since the day I hauled it in. It doesn't matter now. Beck comes down over me like he's waited all his life to. His tie’s gone. Theo's shirt is open. Elias is still mostly dressed, and somehow that's the most sexy thing in the room at the moment, with the way he sits on the edge of my bed with his sleeves shoved up, devouring me without touching me.

The fear I'd been carrying about the three of them is gone, the one about whether this could ever work without turning ugly. They don't fight over me. They move around each other like men who already talked it through and made their peace. Beck's mouth works down my throat. Theo takes my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist, slow. When Beck shifts lower, Elias slides into the space he left, one hand in my hair, tilting my face up to his.

"Say the word if it's too much." It's quiet. "Any of it."

"I know. Just keep going. Please."

Beck’s mouth is on the inside of my knee. Then it hits my thigh. He grins up the length of my body. "For weeks, I paid to watch you do things to yourself." He drags his stubble along my thigh until it hurts and feels good at the same time. "You have any idea what that cost me?"

"A bunch of money," I laugh.

Then his mouth is between my legs, and the questions stop.

Parting my lips, his tongue makes long strokes, going from my clit to ass and back. He laps at my wetness, and I grab his head for purchase, pushing him further into me.

“I knew you’d taste good,” he murmurs in the second he pulls his face from me.

Then he dives back in, zeroing in on my clit. My moans increase, thanks to the guys playing with every other part of my body, and when Beck slides a finger inside me, making a “come here” motion, I arch off the bed in spasms.

I've gotten myself off many nights imagining this, and it turns out I was wrong about all of it. I could never have invented the patient wickedness of Beck Cross taking his time. Humming against me. Working me open with his tongue.

When I finally catch my breath, Theo bends and kisses me deep and slow, swallowing every sound I make. Elias presses my other hand flat against his pants, and under the expensive fabric, I feel he’s fully erect, and I am so here for that.

"There’s our girl," Theo says against my mouth when I break our kiss to gasp. “Letting us work her over.”

I let go of the wheel I've white-knuckled my entire life and kiss Theo with the other two watching, and I don't perform a second of it. This shit is real.

Beck’s wearing a look of pure satisfaction, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

I stop kissing Theo and do the thing I've been planning for two days.

I reach over the edge of the mattress, into the milk crate, and take out the toy and hold it up where the guys can see it.

"I bought this because you ordered me to." I turn the smooth dildo over in my fingers. "I'm using it tonight because I want to. There's a difference, and I need all three of you to know it."

So I rub it over my wet pussy, sliding it back and forth until it’s soaked and the guys are ready to lose their minds. But hey, today is on my terms, at my pace, with no computer between us, which means none of them gets to hide behind one either.

Elias goes first. He quits watching and tears his pants open to free his hard cock. With one hand on himself, his mouth goes to my throat and collarbone, every inch of my skin new to him. Beck is propped on one elbow just watching with a wicked grin, and Theo has a fist in my hair, his mouth on mine, not letting me drift anywhere.

I come again like that, all over my little toy. I don’t know who’s louder, the guys or me.

Then I set it aside, because I want the real thing, and I want it from Theo first.

The second I reach for him, he takes over. He gets a hand under my knee, and when he drives his cock into me, it knocks my breath clean out. "Say my name,” he says against my jaw, rough. “Keep saying it." So I do. Theo has fucking arrived.

Across the mattress, Beck watches Theo pummel me. "Goddammit, Theo. Would you finish?” he growls. “I’ve got to feel that pussy.”

Theo groans and then pulls out.

“You gotta wait your turn, Beck.” I look at Elias. “I’m right here, baby. Come get me. I’m real this time.”

And I find out what happens when Elias Thorne stops holding himself still.

He moves me onto my knees and a moment later drives into me from behind like a man with something to prove. He’s braced, his hands on my ass, saying my real name like he means to ruin me for anybody else who tries.