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The door swings open and Vero stands there in his orange jumpsuit, his Hannibal mask clasped in his hand. He spreads his arms across the doorframe, blocking my exit.

“Hello pretty girl, happy birthday.”

“You need to move,” I say.

“Counterargument,” he says, tilting his head. “No.”

“Vero.”

He slides his mask into place and steps toward me, but I run straight at him, which surprises him enough that I get through the door by ducking under his arm. His manic laughter follows me. Instead of going down, I race up the stairs that I presume lead to the roof.

As I open the last door, Vero tackles me and we hit the ground, his arms locked around my waist.

“I caught you first. Best night of my life. Best birthday present ever.”

I laugh. “It’s my birthday, not yours.”

“And I got myself a present as well. I get you.”

I try to get free, but he just laughs every time I half get up and pulls me back down. Then he pins me and hovers over me.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” I reply, and pull his mask off his face.

He leans down and kisses me.

I see movement out of the corner of my eye, and Vero must sense him as well. Brawley is walking toward us until he crouches down beside me and takes my chin, making me look up at him.

“You ran from me,” he says.

“I sure did,” I crow proudly.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

“Oh, I hope so,” I bait him. After all, isn’t that what tonight is for?

Vero laughs and Brawley moves his head to look at him, and I spot Clay and Ares both standing near the doorway. I fist the front of Vero’s shirt. “I think it’s time to give them a show.”

Vero helps me to my feet, then he and Brawley cage me between them. He reaches into his jumpsuit pocket and throws a bottle of lube at Brawley. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asks.

Brawley steps in closer behind me, and Vero distracts me by leaning in and kissing my jaw. The larger man then kisses my neck, and my body heats like a furnace at being trapped between them. “Do you think you can handle doing this here?” Brawley whispers against my skin.

I moan something that is supposed to sound like a yes, and Vero steps back and undoes his jumpsuit.

He is completely naked beneath it, and the reveal makes me laugh.

Brawley lifts the back of my dress, and the cold air freezes my bare ass. This isn’t dress weather, but with all the running, I could barely feel the cold.

He palms my ass while Vero lifts me by the waist, and I wrap my legs around him. Then Brawley rips my thong at the back, and I squeak as he reaches around to pull the material from between us and runs his fingers through my pussy, pushing two fingers inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers against my shoulder before pulling his fingers back out, wrapping them around Vero’s cock, and stroking.

Vero mumbles curses as Brawley guides him toward me, and I slide down his cock. His hands shift to grip my ass and spread my cheeks, ready for Brawley’s attention.

This is not the first—or even the second—time we have done this together. But we are normally in their room when they sandwich me between them.

“Let’s show them how good you are at taking both our cocks.”