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“Sweetheart. Oh god, you keep doing that and I’m gonna?—”

“Don’t.” Dante’s hand fists in Cruz’s hair, pulling his head back. “Not yet. Not until she does. You hold it.”

“I can’t, I can’t. She’s so tight and you…”

“You can.” Dante kisses the back of his neck. “You will. Be a good boy for us.”

I clench down deliberately and Cruz nearly sobs.

“Don’t do that,” His voice breaks.

Dante laughs low. “She’s going to do it again. Aren’t you, baby?”

“Maybe.” I squeeze deliberately around Cruz, and he drops forward onto his hands on either side of my head, caging me in, his face inches from mine.

“You are the most—” He pants between every word. “The most beautiful—filthy—fucking?—”

I kiss him to shut him up.

He moans into my mouth. Dante’s rhythm goes ragged behind him, less measured now, more urgent, and every thrust grinds Cruz right against the place inside me that will shatter me.

“Dante—” I gasp against Cruz’s mouth. “Dante, I’m close, I’m so close?—”

“Then come, baby.” His voice has dropped to gravel. “Come on his cock. Let him feel it.”

I drag my hand down between us and find my clit, two fingers working tight quick circles, and Cruz watches with his mouth slack.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, sweetheart, you’re—touching yourself on my cock. Fuck…”

“Hold it,” Dante warns.

“I can’t, she’s?—”

“Hold. It.”

It hits me like a wave breaking. My back bows off the bed. I clench around Cruz so hard I feel him pulse inside me. The sound that comes out of my throat doesn’t even feel like mine.

“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it, give it to me?—”

“Now.” Dante’s voice goes guttural. “Now, Cruz, come.”

Cruz comes with a shout that probably wakes Dante’s neighbors, his hips driving as deep into me as Dante’s driving into him, and I feel the hot pulse of him filling me up. Dante follows two thrusts later, his forehead pressed to Cruz’s shoulder, a long broken moan against his skin.

We collapse in slow motion.

Cruz manages, somehow, to fall sideways instead of on top of me. Dante stays braced behind him for a long moment, then eases free with a kiss to the back of Cruz’s neck.

I’m shaking. The good kind. The kind I didn’t know existed until last night.

“Sweetheart.” Cruz’s huge arm drags me into his chest. “Sweetheart. Holy fuck.”

“You good, baby?” Dante’s hand finds my hip across Cruz’s body. “Tell me you’re good.”

“I’m good.” I’m laughing. I’m crying a little. I can’t tell. “I’m so good.”

“Green?” he asks.

“So fucking green.”