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I raise an eyebrow, heat already pooling low in my belly. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He stands, coming around the table, and before I can protest—not that I would—he scoops me up and lays me back on the kitchen table like I’m the main course. The wood is cool against my skin through my shirt, and I laugh, breathless, as the others watch with varying degrees of amusement and hunger.

“Holden—”

“Shh.” He winks, grabbing the tequila bottle and a lemon wedge. “Trust me.” He holds the lemon wedge over my mouth and I take it in my teeth. Then he pushes my shirt up just enough to expose my stomach, sprinkles salt across my skin, and pours a shot into my navel. The liquid is cold, tickling, and I squirm as he leans down, licking the salt slowly, deliberately, his tongue hot against me. Then he sucks the tequila from my belly button, the suction making me gasp, before biting into the lemon I hold between my teeth. Then he kisses me, slow, deep, his eyes never leaving mine.

He straightens, licking his lips. “You taste so good, wildcat.”

Warmth floods to my core, and when he pulls back, Milo is there, eyes dark with want.

“My go.” He repeats the ritual—lemon in my teeth, salt on my hip this time, tequila poured, his mouth lingering as he licks and sucks, ending with the lemon and a kiss that’s all heat and mischief, his hands sliding up my sides.

One by one, they take turns—Micah gentle, his kiss tender and lingering; Eli intense, his mouth bruising against mine; Knox careful, his huge hands steadying me as he claims his kiss, deep and unhurried. Each one undoes me a little more, the room growing hotter, the air thick with tension.

The haze of salt and citrus, of hands and lips, makes everything feel slippery and unreal. I can’t stop laughing, and then moaning, and then laughing again as the shots keep comingand the touches overlap, and it’s suddenly hard to tell whose mouth is where, whose heat is making my skin prickle and my pulse tripwire.

At one point I twist up and bite the lemon right out of Milo’s hand, then I grab his face and kiss him until we’re both breathless, our mouths bruised and burning. He tastes like summer gone wrong, sweet and stinging.

Holden slides his hands under me, lifting me up, and for a crazy second I think—hope—he’s going to just fuck me on the table right now, with everyone watching. But then there are more mouths, more hands, and he lets me go gently, setting me back down while Micah and Knox peel off my shirt.

“You okay with this, wildcat?” Holden asks when the shirt is over my head, my chest exposed. “You want us tonight?”

I nod, breathless, my body on fire. “Yes. I wantallof you.”

SIXTY-FOUR

SAGE

“Up,” Holden says, voice shredded with want, and lifts me off the table with one arm. My legs wrap around his waist out of pure animal instinct, and we’re moving through the apartment before my brain catches up—hallway, bedroom, door kicked open. The others follow, not crowding but not hanging back either. I want them all so badly, my skin burns.

Holden sits on the edge of the bed as he sets me on the floor. Hands from behind pull my panties down my legs, and I step out of them just as Milo’s mouth trails up my neck and pauses at my ear.

“We’re gonna make you feel so damn good, kitten.”

Holden pulls me into his lap. And I don’t need direction, I reach down, fumble his zipper open, and his cock springs free, big and flushed and already slick at the tip. My hands shake but I line it up anyway, the head pressing against my already soaked entrance, and I sink down onto him, gasping at just how fuckingfullhe makes me. I clutch his shoulders, his hands on myass guiding me down until he’s balls-deep inside, and we both groan, eyes locked, like we can’t believe this moment is real.

“Fuck, wildcat. You feel so good riding my cock.”

Milo’s hand finds my chin, tilting my face toward him. “She looks good riding it too. Doesn’t she, boys?”

They all murmur agreement, and I revel in the praise, taking Holden deep.

“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” Micah says, his voice low and praising. I meet his eyes, and I gasp, desire jolting straight through my core as I watch him working his shaft slowly, pants open and around his hips. The sight almost makes me come. “Look at you, taking him like you were made for it. Can’t wait to feel that tight pussy around me.”

I rock harder on Holden, grinding down as he thrusts up, his hands gripping my hips bruisingly tight. Milo moves behind me, his fingers slick with lube as he teases my rear entrance. “Gonna take your ass, kitten,” he whispers, pressing one finger in slowly. “You gonna let me?”

“Yes. Fuck me. Please.”

He adds another finger and I let out a long moan, my eyes locking on Eli this time.

His gaze is intense, his hand pumping his cock with deliberate strokes. “So fucking perfect, little savage. You’re gonna feel even better when we all have our turns—stretching you, filling you up. You’re ours tonight.”

His words send heat spiraling through me as Milo stretches me open and Holden keeps fucking me from below.

“Fuck, wildcat. You’re gonna need to relax or I’m gonna blow before Milo’s even inside you.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I gasp. “It feels so good.”