“Pinching her already, Dyl?” Sam’s tone was mild, but Eddie didn’t dare look at him as he ventured further into the room, even as she absorbed Dylan’s relaxed grin. “Thought you weren’t game for that shit anymore?”

Dylan smirked. “Been a while, eh?”

“That it has.” Sam reclaimed his space behind Eddie and wound his arms around her waist, pulling her between his legs, pressing his body against her.

The hardness in his groin dug into her back, and a thrill shuddered through her. Sam’s body reacted, and he circled his hips, bringing his mouth back to its favourite place on her neck, his breath warm on her ear. “I don’t know what Dylan’s been telling you, but if it’s something you want, you just gotta say. And if it’s not, that’s cool too. We’re all friends here, nothing—”

“I want it.” The words were out before Eddie could stop them, tumbling from her in a breathless plea. “I want both of you—and I want to watch you, together.”

“Together, eh?” Sam’s voice deepened. “We haven’t got much in that repertoire, but Dylan likes to watch too. Maybe you can gure something out between you.”

“Yeah?” Eddie’s ngers were already fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. “And what will you do while we’re doing that?”

“Put my dick in your mouth.”

The air shifted. Eddie wriggled from Sam’s grip and turned in his arms, throwing herself at him, claiming his mouth as her own—lips, tongue, teeth, she wanted it all.

Sam grunted, and behind Eddie, Dylan chuckled darkly. “Looks like we’ve got our hands full.”

But Eddie didn’t care about their hands. Both men could do whatever they pleased with her—all she wanted was Sam’s cock in her mouth, to suck him, taste him. To undo him the way he’d undone her so many times.

Sam broke their kiss and stood, taking Eddie with him, while Dylan pulled out the sofa-bed. And then Sam and Eddie crawled onto it, stripping their clothes, as they rolled over and over, ghting for dominance in a battle Eddie was happy for Sam to win.

And win, he did. He pinned her arms behind her back and pushed her chest into the mattress, her wet heat exposed to the night air. “What do you want, Eddie? You want to blow me while Dylan fucks you?”

Oh God. “Yes. Please. Let him fuck me.”

“Sure? ’Cause you know you can stop this anytime, don’t you? Dylan’s a good boy. A word from you, and he’ll back the fuck o .”

Eddie squirmed until Sam released her and then walked on her knees to him, pushing him against the back of the sofa-bed, nudging his legs apart to make a cradle for her naked body, her gaze already locked on his thick, hard cock. “I want this. I want you.”

Sam said nothing more. He leaned back, his eyebrows raised in an invitation Eddie didn’t need. She dropped her head and took him in her mouth, swallowing him down in all the ways she’d dreamed of while she’d waited for this moment.

His groans and gasps were as hot as she’d imagined. Hotter. And the sensation of him scraping the back of her throat sent shivers down her spine. She moaned around him, and the answering buck of his hips set her on re.

Behind her, Dylan made his play. She heard the rustle of his clothes as he shed them, and felt the heat of his naked skin as he moved closer.

She braced herself for the head of a cock that wasn’t Sam’s pushing inside her. But instead came Dylan’s long, elegant ngers, probing gently inside her, curling and twisting, searching for the sweet spot that Sam had found so fast.

It took Dylan a little longer, but when he did, oh God. Eddie pulled away from Sam to cry out, and Sam moved like a snake, shifting down the mattress to shove his tongue into her mouth.

He kissed her like a man possessed as Dylan worked his ngers inside her, bringing her to the brink over and over, but each time easing o before she fell to pieces.

Eddie could hardly stand it when Sam eventually pulled back. “I’m going to fuck you, Eddie. Dylan, come here.”

The authority in his voice ipped a switch in Eddie’s brain. A haze descended, even as she mourned the loss of Dylan’s ngers inside her, and she held her breath as Dylan appeared at her side, his fair, leonine form stretched out beside her, his cock digging into her thigh.

Sam looked away from Eddie and met Dylan’s gaze, his eyes intense. And then he leaned forward, slowly and deliberately, and caught Dylan’s lips in a sensual kiss that seemed to take Dylan by surprise. And Eddie too, as it ignited a re in her belly that she’d never felt before. Dylan was gorgeous, and Sam was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Them together? Kiss‐ ing? Touching?

Damn.

The kiss went on and on as Eddie watched, spellbound, as Dylan’s dick responded, swelling and pulsing against her leg. And then Sam’s cock jumped too, and Eddie moved on instinct, and sank down on it, taking him inside her as Sam and Dylan continued to kiss.

She rode him slowly, caught in the rhythm of his lips as they moved with Dylan’s, and then hers as he broke away to kiss her too. His hips rose up to meet her gentle thrusts. He groaned into her mouth, and then broke away. “What do you want, Eddie. You wanna suck Dylan too?”

In answer, she turned her head and found Dylan waiting, standing beside her, his cock at eye level, and she took him down, like she had Sam. He hit the back of her throat, and she ground down on Sam harder, revelling in his gravelly moan.

Dylan groaned too. “Shit, Eddie. You’re so fucking hot. I could come from just watching you ride my boy.” Eddie sucked him deeper, gagging around his cock, and

then she pulled o , and worked him with her hand as an insane bolt of reckless abandon surged through her. Dylan wasn’t as big as Sam, though he was almost as beautiful. I want them both.