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Not that she wasn’t game. If this was what he wanted, she’d make damn sure he was satisfied. Still, she needed him to be sure he could live with the outcome. “Seriously?” she said, aiming a glare his way.

Gus shrugged. “Seems fair. I did things for you I never imagined I’d submit to. You broke me down. Now I want to watch you come apart, Aislinn. Also, I want my friends to love you every bit as much as I do.”

“And them
loving
me is something you need?”

“It’s something we’ve discovered binds us together. We’re as close as any brothers could ever be. Only one missing is Jackson. And he and his woman’ll be along too—as soon as he convinces her that watching us play will be fun.”

“Holy shit,” she said softly.

Gus’s chin jerked toward Beau. “Now slide on down his cock, sweetheart.”

She blew out a harsh, jagged breath, cupped Beau’s broad shoulders and rose to let him fit the blunt, round head of his cock against her entrance.

Then it was all up to her. She hovered on the tip. Her pussy contracted wetly, anointing it with her excitement.

“Any second now,” Beau murmured, giving her nipples another sharp tweak.

She sank, circling her hips and bouncing gently, sliding down and down until her groin met his. Filled, her pussy clenched around him.

“Damn, Gus,” Beau said, hissing through his teeth. “Just
dayum
!”

Hands braced her shoulders, and she turned to find Craig behind her. He nuzzled the corner of her neck, then smoothed his hands around her belly and up to palm her breasts. “Move, sweetheart. Take your pleasure on his dick. Beau has a nice dick, doesn’t he?”

“Fucking hell,” she whispered. Then she leaned forward, ducking her head because Beau’s mouth was smiling and she was turning red, but she rose, pulling off him mid-way, and sank again.

Craig moved her hair off the back of her neck and kissed her there then glided his hands downward, cupping her buttocks to lift her.

She slid down again, the sounds her cunt made juicier now.

Craig slid a finger between her cheeks and touched her sensitive asshole. “Gus’ll never fit here. He knows that. But guess who will?”

Shock shivered through her. Her breaths came faster, so did her shallow up-and-down glides. Until cool gel touched her tiny back entrance and a finger snaked inside. She froze, snapping her head back.

Beau leaned toward her and slid his mouth along her arched neck. His tongue stroked where her blood pulsed, heavier, faster. She rode the dick lodged deep inside her, the finger easing open her tiny rosette. When a second finger slid inside, she groaned.

“It’s okay to talk. Or moan. We’ll even let you cry a bit,” Craig whispered against her ear. “Tell us all to go to hell. Whatever you need, baby-girl.”

“Not your baby,” she blurted.

Chuckles buffeted her front and back.

Craig pushed her forward. Beau’s arms surrounded her, tucking her against his chest. He widened his thighs beneath her, opening her, and then she felt the tip of Craig’s cock jamming up against her hole.

She shook her head, but Beau shushed her.

“It’s gonna happen. Gus knows. He’s watchin’. Wanna disappoint him?”

“Never,” she muttered. “But
Jesus
…”

“Yeah, burns like fire, doesn’t it?”

“How do you know?” she growled. “Ever have a dick up your ass?”

He chuckled. “It’s gonna be okay. Relax.” His hand cupped her head, and he kissed her right as Craig pushed firmly against her.

Her anus resisted, clenching tight.

“Not cooperatin’…” Craig whispered.

Beau’s tongue licked the seam of her lips, and she gasped, opening as he came inside. Her nipples beaded, rubbing on his smooth chest. His cock surged upward with a firm pulse of his hips.

She sighed. Craig cursed. Her back entrance eased, letting him pop inside.

Breath catching, Aislinn broke the kiss and rested her cheek on Beau’s shoulder. Her gaze fell on Mondo, who sat in an armchair, elbows on his knees as he watched. His firm mouth was turned up at the corners. She’d experienced anal play with him before. The smoke in his eyes said he remembered it all too well.

“Not so bad now, is it,
chica
?”

She wanted to close her eyes and shut him out. Shut them all out. She was stuffed full with generous-sized cocks. Her cunt and ass were convulsing, squeezing rhythmically around both men. If she moved, if they moved, she’d come apart in a second. “It’s too much,” she whispered.

“We’ve only just started,” Mondo said raising a brow.

Feminine laughter from somewhere behind Aislinn broke the stillness. “Looks like someone already started the party.”

Craig laughed and leaned away from Aislinn’s back.

Aislinn craned her neck to find a small woman with a single blue streak in her chin-length hair approaching. Her outfit was cute—thick black stripes of shiny PVC material covering her breasts and hips. She teetered on tall stilettos.

The woman approached and bent to kiss Craig full on the mouth. She curled her fingers to flutter them at Aislinn. “Girl, do you have any clue how lucky you are?” She kissed Craig again, making a loud smacking sound.

Craig’s laughter bubbled up to break them apart. “Jackson have you on a leash?”

The woman looked back to a dark-haired man whose fierce, black scowl might have been frightening if it weren’t for the spark of interest gleaming in his eyes as he took in the threesome joined together on the sofa.

“I’ll say,” the woman said. “He drove round and round while he gave me a list of
Do
s and
Don’t
s. I told him I’d never remember it all, so I asked him if we could boil it down to no fucking.”

Craig waggled his eyebrows. “Leaves lots of fun still on the table.”

“That it does.”

Aislinn slid down Beau’s shaft to ease the ache that had built in her thighs as she’d hovered. “Introductions?” she gasped.

The woman winked. “I’m Marti—and sourpuss over there is my fiancé, Jackson. If you don’t know already, these guys are all cops and all best friends. Some folks would say they take the friends part just a little too far. But who’s complaining?”

“I’m Aislinn.”

“I know. I saw you with Gus earlier. Amazing by the way. Never ever thought he’d blow another dude. Nice work.”

“Thanks,” Aislinn said faintly. “Kinda busy right now.”

“I can see that. I’ll just have a seat over there next to Gus. He looks a little lonely.”

Aislinn might have been a little worried, but the humor in the other woman’s voice went a long way toward reassuring her that Marti was only here for support.

Aislinn turned back to Beau. “Not bored are you?”

His smile was strained. “I’m balls-deep inside a pretty girl. What do you think?”

Craig nuzzled her ear then nipped it. “Gus thinks he’s the one runnin’ this show,” he whispered. “Thinks he’s in control. Why not give him more than he bargained for? Make him break?”

The tantalizing suggestion sent fluid oozing down her channel.

Beau’s dark eyes smoldered. “She likes that, Craig. Likes it a lot.”

“I can speak for myself.” Aislinn gripped Beau’s shoulders hard and pushed up, dragging off both cocks before sinking deep again. “Never let it be said I’m a chicken. Let’s fuck, boys.”

Chapter Eight

Gus sat in a chair, Marti straddling the padded arm beside him, and watched as Aislinn got busy.

What he’d intended to be part-humiliation for the scene he’d endured at La Forge and part-group indoctrination backfired big-time. He’d never seen anything quite like the three writhing together—Aislinn sandwiched between two of his best friends, her eyes sliding closed in ecstasy.

“Not so much fun watching, is it?” Marti drawled.

He drew in a sharp breath to feed his starving lungs, and turned to meet her wicked gaze. “Jackson said no fucking?”

“That’s it,” she said, a dimple digging into one cheek as she smiled.

“Get that duct-tape off your sweet ass.”

Marti giggled and stood beside him, pushing off her scanty clothing. When she was nude, he brought her over his lap and cradled her with one arm while his hands got busy feeling her up.

Aislinn peeked between her slitted lids and her gaze landed on him and Marti. Her eyes popped open wide.

Gus smiled and sank his fingers inside Marti’s wet cunt. “Fingers okay, Jacks?” he called out loudly.

“Ah, hell.”

Marti giggled and spread her legs, letting Jackson watch while Gus sank three fingers inside to fuck in and out of her tight pussy. He thumbed her clit, smiling crookedly at her loud moan.

Aislinn’s back stiffened. Her movements grew faster, bouncing on both his buddies’ cocks.

“Not a race,” Beau muttered.

“Quit complainin’, you pussy,” Craig gasped.

Beau slipped a hand between him and Aislinn and pressed his thumb against her clit.

Her body jerked and slammed deep against both men, but then she swayed a little, eyes tightening. “Oh fuck,” she whispered.

She came hard. Gus could see it in the flush painting her cheeks and the tightness of her pursed mouth. He wondered if she was too embarrassed to let go and scream.

Craig’s head sank against her shoulder, and he squeezed her tight, pumping his hips against her butt in rapid jolts that shivered through her body.

When he came, he left no one guessing, giving a muffled shout then withdrawing slowly, to settle on the carpet beneath the couple still bolted together at the hips.

Beau cupped her face between his hands. “Had enough?”

“Finish it,” she whispered, sinking her forehead against his.

He hugged her close, rose with her still connected to his hips, and laid her on the couch. With one foot braced on the floor, he arranged her legs, one hooked over the back of the couch and the other over his hip. Then he gave her deep, lunging strokes that bared his cock to everyone watching each time he retreated.

Aislinn’s hips pumped upward to meet each inward stroke, slamming their groins together. The sexy slaps and lush, wet sounds Beau’s cock made each time he drove home, made Gus so damn hard his cock dug into Marti’s backside.

“This no-fucking thing must be killing you,” Marti said, looking not the least bit put out. She laid her thighs open and pumped against his fingers, getting juicier by the second.

“I’m savin’ this hard-on for somethin’ special,” he growled.

Marti grinned. “While you’re chewing on your tongue, think you might give me a fourth?”

Gus rolled his eyes. “Jackson?”

“Do it.”

Gus pulled his fingers free, cupped four together and pushed them into Marti’s sopping wet pussy.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip, a low moan slipping out. Her belly undulated. Her hips wriggled. He shoved inside and swirled them, fucking deep. He shot a glance at Jackson, and then smiled. His buddy’s pants were shoved down his thighs. His hand gripped his cock, jerking himself off as he and Marti locked glances.

Gus stopped worrying about whether Jackson was okay with the pleasure she got from his hand stuffing her cunt. The couple only had eyes for each other.

Turning back to watch Aislinn, he found her staring back at him, her head hanging over the edge of the sofa as Beau hammered her juiced-up pussy.

Beau gave a loud shout and slammed into her, holding there for a long moment before he eased from her body, folded her legs together then sat on the end of the sofa to slowly peel off his soggy condom. Beau’s features were taut, eyes gleaming. He gave Gus a nod. “What’s next, bro?”

Gus flicked Marti’s clit, then pressed harder as he swirled. “Gotta come for me, Marti. I’ve got work for you to do.”

Her eyelids floated down, then trembled back up again, widening. “Fuck,” she said, her voice ragged. But her back bowed, and she raised her legs in the air, spreading them wide, and came, drenching his hand.

He leaned toward her, kissed her mouth, and then scooted her off his lap, dumping her gently onto the soft carpet. “All yours now, Jackson.”

“Always was, bro.”

Gus went to the hall closet and pulled extra pillows and a thick quilt from the top shelf. Coming back to the center of the floor, he shook out the quilt, tossed the pillows in the center then indicated to Mondo. “Got everything you need?”

Mondo smiled and reached behind the chair he’d been sitting in. He brought forward a flogger, the one Aislinn had been carrying in her hand the first night they’d met.

His glance went to Aislinn, who jackknifed up to sit, her mouth opening then closing, a look on her face that conveyed a world of hurt.

Not understanding, Gus turned to Mondo. “What’s goin’ on?”

Mondo stood and flicked the flogger against the side of his thigh. “She knows now.”

“Has this been one big set-up?” she asked, pushing off the sofa to stand in front of Mondo.

Mondo pressed a hand to one side of her face and bent to kiss her mouth.