“Son of a bitch,” Tobias near-shouts. “I can feel how close she is.”

Banks breathes raggedly into my neck. “That tight clench of hers, right? I’m getting it, too. Christ almighty.”

I reach down and fondle my clit, focusing on the stiff weight of the two men pounding into me from the front, the rear. The strength of them. The daintiness of me. I feel their intense longing and it matches mine while that sensitive nub begins to tingle against my fingers.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, before taking Gabe into my mouth again. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” they respond back to me. Fucking me rougher. Without restraint.

Animals. Animals. I’m their victim and their leader.

My body ignites into a flaming orgasm and I scream, the sound coming from somewhere so deep inside of me, I’ve never reached it before.

It's Banks’s unsteady breath on my shoulders.

It’s the moisture in Tobias’s eyes that seems to confuse even him.

It’s the way Gabe tries to hold back, but can’t, his salt greeting the back of my throat, followed by his roar of satisfaction.

It’s the brotherhood I feel forming between them.

It’s us. Everything.

We all go over the side of the cliff together, jerking and thrusting and straining, no one stopping until everyone has gotten through to the other side. And the other side?

Somehow, it’s just as magical as getting there.

Chapter Twenty-Two

I wake up the following morning to the sound of laughter.

It’s muffled and feminine. It’s not coming from inside the bedroom, that much I can tell.

I crack an eyelid and watch a shadow pass along the outside of Gabe’s bedroom window. There’s more laughter, followed by the bump and screech of car wheels. The slam of a door. The crinkle of a paper bag. Then a deep male voice joins the first one.

Someone stirs in the bed beside me and I realize it’s Gabe. He lifts his head, glances between me and the window and gives me a resigned shrug.

It’s Candace and his brother, I realize.

Everything that has taken place since walking through the front door of this house has been…distracting to say the absolute least. I don’t feel like the same person who arrived here embarrassed and shaken and scared.

I could fight a war one-handed.

That’s how I feel right now.

However, I am afraid of moving my body and finding out how sore I am. Our first round together bled into round two. And then three. I’ve been face up, face down, backwards and bent in half by three men whose sexual appetites for me have no limits. I’m starving.

Gingerly, I lift my head and observe the fallout around me.

Gabe is at my feet, cradling one of them liked a stuffed teddy bear. Banks is to my right, sprawled out face down, for once looking as though he has relinquished control to the universe. Tobias is to my left and unlike the rest of us, he did not bother putting on underwear last night. He’s face up and…fully…awake. Extremely awake. And his hand is cupping my wrist, as if he was afraid I might take off in the middle of the night.