Peace flows through my veins as Griff’s big, rough fingers skate up and down my arm. I’m on the couch in front of him, sitting between his legs, and I swear, the man is trying to put me to sleep.

“You’re not getting out of this movie,” I tell him, leaning my head back to look up at him. “If I fall asleep, I’ll just make you watch it tomorrow.”

Smiling faintly, he bends to drop a brief kiss on my forehead. “I’m not trying to put you to sleep. I just like touching you.”

“I like you touching me, too,” I tell him, running a hand down his muscular thigh.

“Good, ‘cause I’m gonna be doing a lot of it. I’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

I grab his hand, bringing it to my lips so I can place a kiss on the back of it. “We’ve got nothing but time. We’ll get you all caught up, I promise.”

Since it was his left hand I grabbed, his gaze drifts to his empty ring finger. Even though it clearly ended badly, then she dragged the remnants of their relationship over a bed of nails and made it even worse, I wonder if he feels any remorse over the ending of his marriage. He loved her once, so maybe it’s still weird for him.

“How are you doing with all that?” I ask him, locking my fingers together with his, looking at our joined hands, at the difference in size. “I told you we could still talk about it if you needed to, and I meant it.”

“I know you did,” he says, evenly. “You ever get to the end of a relationship and looking at the long and short of it, all you can think is, ‘what the fuck was I thinking?’”

I crack a smile. “Yes. The minute man. The cheater Gwen wrote lipstick letters to.”

“Yeah, well, basically it’s a whole lot of that, plus I’m gonna have to pay for the privilege.”

“Whatever we have to pay, it’ll be worth it,” I assure him, squeezing his hand. “We’ll get you free of her clutches once and for all. Now you’ve got Sebastian to run things for you, and he would never let either one of us get into a mess like this.”

At that, Griff rolls his eyes. “He’s your husband, not mine.”

I shrug innocently. “I mean, if you guys felt like getting affectionate…”

“Hey,” he says, squeezing my side.

“I’m just saying, sharing is caring. A little kiss, a little caress. You love each other.”

“And we both like to fuck women,” he reminds me.

“You can totally fuck me after. I’ve had the mental image before, and it doesn’t turn me off, I’ll just say that.”

Locking his arm around my neck, he tugs my head back and gives me an upside down kiss. “Don’t make it weird.”

“Fine,” I concede, reaching behind his neck and drawing him closer. Between kisses, I murmur, “You can just kiss me instead, how about that?”

“Now that I can get behind.”

I get lost in his kisses. His hand drifts to the column of my neck and my heart kicks up, remembering keenly how hot it was when he took me without holding back. I never want him to hold back again. I want him to own me. Maybe he was cautious before because Sebastian clearly owns my ass, but hell, they’re partners in everything else, why not this?

Thinking about the way he pushed me down into the mattress gets me hot. I reach between his legs and rub him, enjoying the way he stiffens beneath my touch.

“Spread your legs,” he says.

Without hesitation, my knees fall apart. I shudder with anticipation as his hand moves between my thighs and he presses his big palm against my pussy. My head drifts back against the wall of his chest. “Griff,” I murmur, my voice already full of need.

His deep voice tinged with amusement, he kisses the shell of my ear and lightly traces my folds. “You need something, baby?”

My gaze jerks up as I see headlights through the window. Sebastian is home.

It crosses my mind that we should probably stop, but Griff’s thoughts go in exactly the opposite direction and he pushes a finger inside me.

“We don’t have time,” I tell him.

“I’m in no hurry,” he assures me.

I should be going to greet my husband, not lying here letting Griff stroke my pussy. Griff doesn’t seem to agree though; he keeps me pinned there with his skilled fingers inside me, with his kisses on my neck, his big hand groping my breast.

It’s hard to argue with that logic.

A thrill shoots through me when I hear Sebastian drop his keys onto the end table in the foyer. I’m not entirely sure how he’ll like walking into this—I don’t know what kind of day he’s had or what he needs from me right now. Assuming it isn’t me spread on the couch letting Griff’s fingers explore my body, he may be mildly annoyed.

I look up as he comes into view, wanting to see his face. As usual, he looks unaffected. Maybe a little tired. As soon as he sees us on the couch, his gaze drifts to my pussy, to Griff’s fingers playing with me.

“Date night’s going well, I see,” he remarks casually, tugging his jacket off and hanging it across the chair in the corner. Then he prowls around to the front of the couch, dropping into the empty space on the other side, closest to my legs.

“How was work?” Griff asks casually, kneading my breast.

“Uneventful,” Sebastian replies, unbuckling his belt and drawing it off.

“Get everything all caught up?” Griff asks, pushing a second finger into my body and drawing out a helpless moan.

“All taken care of,” Sebastian says, tossing his belt on the floor and unzipping his slacks. “I’m glad to see you guys haven’t sated all of your baser urges today; I am in dire need of a good fuck.”

I can’t help smiling, though my breath hitches as Griff thrusts his fingers deep and invites his thumb to the party, nudging my clit. “It’s been so many hours since you last had me, hasn’t it?”

“Two hours is too many,” Sebastian states, lifting his hips and kicking his pants off. “Thirteen is approaching torture.”

I feel the same way. Since I already had Griff once while he was at work, I should be less needy. Somehow I’m not. Sex with Griff is great, but he’s not Sebastian. It wouldn’t matter if Griff spent the entire day fucking me while he was gone; I always crave my husband when he comes home. “Well, I’ll be happy to work extra hard pleasing my husband,” I assure him, watching as he gets up on his knees between my legs.

Grabbing onto my jaw, uncaring of Griff’s arm reaching down my side, his fingers still inside me, my husband comes down on top of me. His blue eyes narrow and says, “Damn right you will.”

My heart soars, but before I can utter a word, his mouth claims mine and all my words escape. I lift my legs to wrap them around his hips, but Griff is still fingering me. It’s intoxicating, Griff still inside me in some way, my husband’s hips smashing against me. The exhilaration of having them both on me like this ratchets up my arousal. Little helpless sounds slip out of me between kisses, then while Sebastian ravages my mouth, Griff starts kissing my neck. Fireworks explode in too many sensitive areas and I can’t take it anymore. I come already, crying out, riding Griff’s hand, holding onto Sebastian, terrified he’ll abandon my mouth.

Much of the strength leaves my body and I sag back against Griff. He withdraws his fingers from my body. I can feel his arousal pressing into my back as Sebastian pushes me even harder against Griff’s body. The raw physicality of these two men is too much to bear, but boy, am I up to trying.

“On the floor,” Sebastian commands, tearing his mouth from mine.

My legs are still a little shaky, but I slide on the floor anyway. I sit back on my heels and peer up at him, awaiting further direction. Licking my lips, I watch intently as Sebastian strokes his cock. God, I love that perfect instrument. I inch forward, raising big, innocent eyes at him. “Want a little help with that?”

“I do.”

That’s all the direction I need. I crawl forward and climb between his legs, grabbing that much loved cock he’s handling and close my own fingers around the base. I look up and hold his gaze as I open wide and take his head into my mouth, shallow at first, using my lips and enjoying the salty taste of him. God, I love the way he looks at me. He looks at me like I’m his everything, the very blood moving through his veins, the only reason he wakes up in the morning, the only person he could ever imagine going to sleep next to at night. He fills me up in every single way—and breaks me down in the playful, sexy ways we both enjoy.

Overcome with a burst of love, I lavish all that feeling on his cock. I’m already giving and giving, but he wants more. Shoving his fingers through my hair, he grabs a fistful and pushes more of himself into my throat. I struggle to take him all, not prepared for the push, but I meet my husband’s greed with generosity. The more he takes, the more I want to give him.

His roaring desire always feeds mine. He consumes me, and I happily burn up with him every single night.

As I suck Sebastian, my gaze darts over to Griff. He’s watching me, so his hot gaze lands on mine as soon as I look his way. While I’ve been pleasuring my husband, Griff must have been undressing; now he’s naked as he strokes his big cock and gets it ready for me.

I moan around Sebastian’s cock, throbbing with need. He grips my hair harder, uses my mouth more roughly.

“You can play with his cock soon,” my husband assures me.

I massage his balls, taking him more eagerly in response.

A moment later, he yanks me off him and gives me a little push toward Griff. “His turn,” Sebastian says.

I catch myself and crawl between Griff’s legs. He’s glaring over at Seb, probably for the push, so I grab his cock and steal his attention. I lick my way along his length, then hold his gaze while I run my tongue over his head, then take it deep in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, working his fingers into my hair so much more gently than Sebastian did. Reverently.

His tenderness makes my heart kick up a couple beats. I close my eyes and do my best to pay it back, stroking him, sucking him, worshiping every inch of his cock with my mouth.

I wouldn’t stop, but Sebastian grabs my hair and pulls me off. He’s in a rough mood tonight. I like it, but Griff doesn’t, so I wish he would’ve saved it for when it’s just us.

He drags me back and pushes me down on the floor.

“Hey, knock it the fuck off,” Griff says.

“Don’t start with me,” Sebastian says.

“Griff,” I say, my stomach fluttering with nerves. I reach a hand out to him like I want him, and even though he still tosses a look of annoyance at my husband, he joins me on the floor. I offer him a little smile and rub his side.

“Take her mouth,” Sebastian directs, pushing my legs apart and climbing between them.

“Like this?” Griff asks, mildly surprised. “She’s on her back. She’ll have no control.”

“I know,” Sebastian states, like that’s the point.

I let my hand drift down to Griff’s thigh and I caress it, coaxing him nearer. Coaxing him to follow Sebastian’s orders. “Take my mouth, Griff. Please.”

Muttering a low oath, he stares at me for another moment before ultimately giving in and climbing on top of me. My brain works to keep up with my body and Seb’s directions, but pinned down like this, my body is throwing off some mixed signals. Sebastian pins me down from time to time and I love it, but I’ve never been dominated like this before. I’ve never had two men pinning me to the ground, leaving me literally no control over anything. With Sebastian being in a weird mood and Griff quick to fight, though, I put my big girl panties on and brace a hand on one of the large, muscular thighs pinning me to my living room floor.

“Are you sure about this?” Griff asks.

Instead of answering, I reach for his cock and stroke it until he pushes it toward my mouth. I open my mouth for him in silent invitation.

“Don’t take it easy on her,” Sebastian says. “Make her take every fucking inch of you.”

As if I’m not wet enough, he has to go and say a thing like that.

He’s not going to start fucking me until Griff does, so I moan around Griff’s cock, sucking the tip until the temptation is too much and he plunges forward. A litany of tiny moan-like sounds slip out of me, then my husband powers forth and buries his cock inside my pussy. I cry out and Griff tries to pause but I grab his thigh, silently begging him not to.

Fuck me, Griff. Just fuck me.

Sebastian knows the score. There’s nothing tentative about the force behind his thrusts, no reluctance as he buries his massive cock inside me again and again. I’m dizzy with pleasure, pinned helplessly and used as roughly as they want to use me.

Pleasure whips through me like a live wire, with the force of Sebastian’s thrusts, the invasion of Griff’s cock moving in and out of my throat. I don’t know how I can bear this much pleasure, and then Griff starts playing with my tits. His blunt thumbs pinch my nipple and I groan.

“Oh, fuck,” he says lowly, his baser instincts pushing him to thrust deeper, harder—to think of his pleasure instead of mine.

“You like this, sweetheart?” Sebastian asks.

I moan helplessly, sucking Griff’s cock harder so he can groan my approval for me.

Sebastian chuckles lowly, pumping his hips forward and pounding into me again. “I’ll take that as a yes. Good. Suck him harder. Get him off. I want him to pour his cum down your throat, sweetheart.”

My fingers dig into Griff’s thighs as he talks. I stroke Griff with my tongue, holding onto his thigh with one hand, grabbing his ass with the other and pulling him closer. I want to please my husband, I want to please Griff—it’s a bonus that pleasing Griff pleases Sebastian.

“Fuck, Moira,” Griff says, eyes closed as he runs his fingers through my hair. “Your mouth is pure magic, baby.”

His words send a rush right through me. I climb higher and higher as he grips my head and gets lost in me, in the pleasure I bring him, cresting when he groans and empties himself down my throat, just like Sebastian told him to.

Griff climbs off me and collapses on the floor beside me.

Now I can focus on my husband. He wastes no time taking over as my sole user, the sole provider of my pleasure. He pushes my legs high and fucks me harder, having more freedom now to twist and move me however he wants. My heart feels so full as he hovers over me, his blue eyes boring into mine. I can’t help reaching up a hand and caressing his beautiful jawline.

“I love you, Sebastian.”

Sparing me a tender little smile, he assures me, “I love you, too. More than anything.”

He fills me up with his love and his cock until I’m full to bursting. Until my pussy clenches around him and I cry out, clinging to his powerful body as he thrusts through my orgasm and growls through his own.

I’m weak as he comes down on top of me, but I wrap my arms and legs around him, keeping him close. I bury my face in his shoulder and close my eyes, peppering his skin with soft little kisses, telling him without words how much I adore him. How happy he makes me. He already knows, but I’ll never tire of expressing it.

Whatever put him in such a rough mood, I must have drained it out of him. Now he moves onto the floor beside me and wraps his arm around me, pulling me close.

“Damn,” Griff finally says.

I grin. “Seconded.”

“I’m glad you both enjoyed my production,” Sebastian states, somewhat smugly.

“Best producer ever,” I assure him, snuggling even closer.

For a few minutes, I lie there with Sebastian, but I don’t want Griff to feel left out, so eventually I roll over so I’m on the ground between them.

Sated and boneless, I lie there and stare up at the vaulted ceiling. “Man, you guys really will go to any length to get out of watching Audrey Hepburn, won’t you?”

Griff reaches over and gives my arm a little rub. “I’ll give you a raincheck.”

“We can watch it tomorrow night,” Sebastian agrees. “We’ll all be home; it’ll be like old times.”

“Except you’re not allowed to hog Moira,” Griff adds.

“I’m going to make steak and loaded baked potatoes for dinner,” I inform them.

“As long as we have all the important stuff figured out,” Griff remarks, wryly.

I turn my head to give him a playful glare. “Hey, I have to keep you beasts healthy and fed so you have the energy to keep up with my sexual appetites.”

“And you do a wonderful job,” Sebastian assures me.

“Thank you,” I say. “At least someone appreciates me.”

“Hey, now,” Griff says, scowling. “I appreciate you.”

“Which movie is this?” Sebastian asks, glancing at the television.

“Charade. It’s good. If we ever get through it without having sex and missing half the movie, you guys will like it.”

“Doubt it,” Griff volunteers.

“Plus, if it can’t keep us from fucking you for an hour and a half, it can’t be that good,” Sebastian adds.

“Either way, though, it sounds like a good night,” Griff surmises.