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My walls clamped down.

He pulled his hand away.

It was like a bad dream, my orgasm about to hit me like a freight train, then suddenly derailed, crashing spectacularly.

“Fuck,” I shouted, shaking as adrenaline rushed through my veins. I palmed Tristan’s and Flynn’s heads and pushed them down. “Get me there,” I ordered.

Tristan hummed against my belly and cupped Ezra’s nape, dragging him closer. He nuzzled their noses together before pressing his lips to Ezra’s, then swiping his tongue over Ezra’s mouth. Flynn did the same, kissing Ezra with my legs trapped between the three of them.

Fuck this. If they weren’t going to get me there, I would.

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slid my hand down and fingered my clit with my thumb while sliding three digits into my channel. I worked myself, shuddering when I began the climb again.

I pinched my nipple, watching avidly as my guys kissed and rocked into each other’s grips. Their hands on one another was fucking hot. I loved it, loved watching them and seeing how differently they touched each other from the way they touched me. Tristan was gentle with Ez, worshipping him the way he’d done me when he’d told me he wanted to stay. Flynn was different too. He guided Ezra’s hand to his arse, pushing back when he slid his fingers into Flynn’s crack. His cock was trapped against my leg, sliding easily with the precum leaking from it as he thrust his hips.

I moaned, shivering as the familiar rush began.

Tristan lowered his hand from Ezra’s face to grasp my wrist, tugging my hand free. I fought him, slapping him with my free hand. But it was enough. I fell off the precipice again, the edge of my orgasm subsiding into the mist.

I growled, and Tristan interlaced our fingers. “Love you, kitten,” he murmured. My heart melted, and I couldn’t help the stupid love-heart eyes I was making at him despite wanting to rip his hand off so I could get back to it.

“Love you too, boo. But if one of you don’t make me come right fucking now, I’m gonna kick you off my yacht naked and finish myself off. I have a perfectly good vibrator in my stateroom that’ll get me there in no time.”

“So impatient.” Ezra chuckled, his grin wicked. Bastard was doing it on purpose to edge me.

“You.” I pointed at him and narrowed my eyes.

Flynn snorted out a laugh, and I shoved him playfully.

“Sorry.” He grinned. “If you’re going for intimidating, it’s not really working.”

“Shut it,” I ordered before turning back to Ezra. “You bastard, stop pulling out.”

“I thought you liked me releasing you from custody.”

“Smart arse.”

“Get inside her, Ez. Make her come,” Tristan purred, his voice a low rasp as he spat on his hand and curled it around Ezra’s length. He pumped him long and slow, twisting his wrist and making Ezra’s eyes roll back. “Show our kitten how good it can be when she has patience.”

“Wait,” Flynn protested.

I grasped his cock hard, squeezing it tight. He moaned, and I gritted my teeth. Fuck he felt good in my hand, but if he stopped Ezra now, I’d bloody well snap his dick off.

“When were you tested?” Flynn asked.

Tristan hummed and shifted slightly. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but from Ezra’s gasp, he’d done something Ezra liked. “Good question, angel. Ez?”

Ezra groaned, his voice pained. “I can’t think straight.”

“Put a rubber on, then,” Flynn commanded, closing his hand over mine and guiding me over his length, the warm barbells of his piercings bumping over my palm.

“No, wait.” Ezra batted Tristan’s hand away from his dick before clamping his fingers around the base. But he seemed to be chasing Tristan’s hand, pushing back his hips and rocking into him.

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