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Jude and Miles are now positioned on either side of me, both with their cocks in their hands, stroking themselves. The sight of them pleasuring themselves while watching us sends another jolt of arousal through my body.

Miles groans, his hand working faster. His eyes are locked on my face, and I can tell from his expression that he’s close to coming again.

Jude's breathing grows heavier beside me. "Watching you take all of us...goddamn," he pants, his fist pumping his length. His abs tense as he gets closer to the edge.

I push myself up on wobbly arms, wanting to see them both come. Miles reaches his peak first, throwing his head back with a strangled moan as he spills over his fist. The sight of him losing control pushes Jude over too, and he comes with a deep grunt, his release hitting his stomach in sticky white streaks.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is our collective heavy breathing. Then Jude returns with warm washcloths, gently cleaning me up. When he's done, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

"You were amazing, baby," he whispers against my skin.

Miles is next, cupping my face in his hands and planting a tender kiss on my lips.

Reid helps me sit up, his strong arms supporting my weight. Thank god because my legs feel like jello. He brushes my hair away from my face, his eyes soft with affection as he leans in to place a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth.

"You were incredible, Lola," he says, his voice low and reverent. "Thank you for trusting me."

They surround me then, their bodies forming a protective circle. Their hands caress me gently now, so different from the rough, sexy touches. I’ve never felt so completely worshipped. Damn, it’s going to be a good day…

Chapter 34

Lola

That was…filthy, mind-blowing, messy, hot, loud. All the adjectives. It was too much and not enough. That was the kind of sex you still feel in your body hours later. Maybe days.

I am fully and completely wrecked. After what feels like an eternity, my pulse is finally slowing. I’m stretched out across the couch with a blanket partially covering me, pressed between Jude’s chest and the back cushions. Miles is stretched out on the floor, his hands covering his eyes. Reid stands by the window, still catching his breath.

We can still hear the workers moving in and out of the house. It should probably embarrass me that they most definitely heard all that. But it doesn’t.

Then an all too familiar voice rings out. “Yo. You home?”

My whole body jolts. Wes is here.

All the guys curse and grab their clothes from the floor. Reid throws me his shirt to put on because it’s the closest item of clothing.

Reid mutters, “Fuck,” again under his breath and moves toward the door. There is absolutely no time to put ourselvesback together. If Wes walks into this room, it’s going to be glaringly obvious what just happened in here.

Luck, of course, is not on our side. Reid rushes out the door to intercept my brother. But, it’s too little, too late.

Wes is already standing directly in front of the door. His eyes cut straight past Reid and land on me.

He looks at the other two.

And then right back to me.

I know what he sees and I know what it looks like. My legs are bare beneath the hem of Reid’s shirt. I am one hundred percent positive that I have sex hair. And there’s a freakingcondomon the table in front of me.

Jude is behind me, pulling his shirt back on. Miles is off to the side, still shirtless and looking absolutely panic-stricken.

Then, as if the scene needed more clarity, a mover with a dolly cart hauls a box labeled “LOLA’S CLOSET” down the hall.

Wes’s eyes narrow.

“What the fuck is going on?”

My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

Wes turns to Reid with a look I’ve only seen once before—right before he punched a guy for grabbing my arm outside a bar sophomore year.