“Yes… don’t stop.”

  But no sooner has he started than he pulls away from me and stands. “W-what are you—”

  “Next turn, princess.” He smirks.

  The fucker actually smirks.

  My eyes narrow to dangerous slits. “Oh, it’s on, asshole,” I sneer, feeling very indignant and very frustrated.

  The guys all laugh as I straighten myself and fold my arms over my chest.

  “Feeling okay, Sadie, girl?” Dane smirks.

  I huff. “Just spin the damn bottle.”

  32

  Dane

  Reaching out, I spin the bottle, but my eyes remain on Sadie.

  Her chest is heaving and her cheeks are flushed from Rhett’s teasing. Add in her drunken, wild eyes and it’s obvious that tonight is going to be one hell of a night. She didn’t need to bring her little twisted version of truth or dare into the mix.

  I love that she loves this—teasing us, pushing us. We’re so perfectly matched it scares me sometimes. It’s as if she was made for me. The perfect girl to love my scars, my kinks, my humor. Sadie Ray Dalton is everything I want, and the fact that she’s still here, by my side, after everything that has gone down, fucking slays me.

  But if she thinks she holds all the cards in this game, she’s wrong.

  Dead wrong.

  A smirk lingers on my face as I watch the bottle slow. My head spins with possibilities, ways to drive her wild and make her scream. But deep down, I already know where this is going. The second the bottle landed on me, it was inevitable.

  And the truth is, I want it. I want to give her everything, to make all of her dreams come fucking true.

  It’s not until Pretty’s groan fills the air around me that I realize the bottle has stopped spinning. Sadie’s eyes hold mine for a beat longer, but the second Rhett growls a ‘fuck my life,’ her eyes drop to the bottle.

  I don’t need to follow her line of sight to know who it’s landed on, because she bites down on her lip, her eyes darkening even further with desire.

  “So what’s it gonna be, Stray? Truth or dare?” she whispers, as if the gravity of the situation has suddenly hit her.

  There’s a part of me that wants to say truth just to tease her, but I don’t have it in me. Not after earlier and how she stopped whatever she was doing with Rhett and Wes to come to me when I needed her.

  I swear to God that the air surrounding the four of us crackles with anticipation.

  My lips curl up in a smirk as my eyes drop down her barely clad body. “Dare, but I already have something in mind,” I breathe, my heart slamming against my ribs as I think about what I’ve just done. I want to give this to her more than anything.

  Her breath catches as I get up and make my way over to Wes. He stares up at me dumbfounded. “I’m gonna need your help, Pretty,” I say. I hadn’t anticipated doing this—not here. Not tonight. But my imagination has always been wild and my desire to experiment even stronger. It’s no secret that I’m addicted to watching my brothers with Sadie; is that how she’ll feel watching us together? If it is, then there’s no way I can deny her.

  My cock hardens, knowing how wet she is right now just from the thought of what’s about to happen. “Is this what you want, princess?” I ask, my voice rough with desire. “You want me to kiss him?”

  She nods.

  “Say it,” I demand.

  “I want you to kiss him.”

  All the air seems to vanish from the room as all four of us gasp.

  We knew it was coming, but still, hearing the words does weird things to my insides.

  “I’d hate to let my princess down.” Grabbing his hand, I pull him to his feet.

  “You’re not actually going to do this, are you?” Rhett asks, disbelief coating his words.

  “You know damn well that I never back down from a challenge, Savage.” Rhett scoffs. “Plus, we both know my stomach can’t handle the chili peppers.”

  “Fucking hell,” he grunts.

  Looking at Pretty, I find all the color has drained from his face, although when my eyes drop lower, I soon discover he hasn’t completely lost his high, because his cock is still tenting his shorts.

  “What do you say, Pretty? Ready to make all our princess’s dreams come true?”

  “I… uh… Fuck.” He reaches for the bottle of tequila we’ve been drinking and twists the top off, rushing to lift the neck to his lips.

  He swallows a couple of shots before throwing it down on the chair. “Do your worst, Stray,” he states confidently, but I don’t miss the slight slur.

  Sadie sucks in a sharp breath, and when I shoot her a look, her eyes are dilated and lips parted. The sight makes my heart swell, I’m—we’re—the ones to put it there.

  I always told her that I’d do anything for her, and I’m about to fucking prove it.

  Reaching for Pretty, I curl my fingers into his tank top, dragging him closer. “Enjoy it, Sadie, girl. If he’s a terrible kisser, it definitely won’t happen again.”

  Pretty’s chin drops to argue—I assume at the possibility of him being awful, not at the prospect of not having a repeat—and I make my move, slamming my lips down on his.

  He stills, his entire body locking up to the point that I almost expect him to throw me across the deck at any second.

  But just as I’m about to pull back to let him off, he moves.

  “Holy shit,” Sadie breathes as Pretty returns my kiss, his lips moving and his tongue meeting mine when I attempt to deepen it.

  For about three more seconds, I remember who it is I’m attached to, but when his tongue slides against mine like he actually means it, every single fucking thought falls from my head.

  “Fucking hell.” I barely hear Rhett’s complaint as he watches the two of us.

  Sadie’s lust-filled stare burns into my skin, turning my blood to lava as I continue the kiss, not hating the fact that I can feel the rough stubble on Pretty’s chin.

  He seems to lose himself in it just as much… until I move forward slightly, pressing my body against his, and reality comes crashing down.

  “Holy shit,” he breathes into our kiss a beat before his palms press against my chest, forcing me to back up.

  Dragging my eyes open, I immediately find his dark, hungry, yet utterly confused ones as he stares at me in disbelief.

  Our chests heave as our connection seems to hold.

  I know I need to move, to give him some space so he can freak the fuck out over whatever that was, but there’s this other part, a part I never anticipated—okay, that might be a lie—that wants more.

  But before I get to make a decision on what the fuck I’m meant to do next, a hot little body squeezes between the two of us.

  “Okay, I need both of you to fuck me now,” Sadie announces, dragging her ass against my aching cock as she stares at Pretty. “Wes,” she breathes, reaching up to cup his cheek, clearly seeing the same panic in his eyes that I can. Leaning forward, she whispers in his ear, “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Reaching up on her tiptoes, she slams her lips down on his before he has a chance to think. Threading my fingers into her hair, I pull it aside and press my lips to the curve of her neck.

  A moan rumbles up her throat as my hands skim from her breasts, over her waist and to her hips. Tucking my fingers beneath her dress, I pull her damp panties from her. My knuckles brush Pretty’s thighs and he stills for a beat.

  “Get out of your head, Pretty,” I demand. “Whatever happens between the four of us is exactly that. No shame, no regrets.”

  Sadie drops her lips to Pretty’s throat and his eyes flutter open.

  “You good?” I mouth, and, after a beat, his expression relaxes when he sees that I’m cool with everything, and he nods. “Ready to make our girl scream?”

  “Hell yes.”

  “Now that is something I can finally get on board with.” Rhett grabs the tequila that Pretty abandoned and moves toward the house. “We testing out this bed or what?”

  The three of us move as a unit from the deck and stumble into the house, heading for where Rhett stands, swigging from the bottle as he watches Sadie between the two of us.

  His eyes flare with desire as his cock tents his shorts. His impatience gets the better of him when we finally make it to the stairs and he pulls Sadie from between the two of us.

  “You two have had your fun. It’s my turn,” he growls, throwing her over his shoulder. The slap he lands on her ass rings out around us as she squeals in desire.

  “Rhett, you fucking savage, put me down,” she screams. But he does the opposite and jogs up the stairs with her.

  I glance over at Pretty, who’s standing beside me, watching her.

  Concern floods me.

  I’d hate to be the reason something comes between the four of us, but I couldn’t fucking help myself.

  I blame the sun and the alcohol… and her.

  It always comes back to her. She’s like the sun, and we’re the planets that orbit around her.

  “What the fuck are you waiting for?” he barks before taking off up the stairs and racing toward where Rhett and Sadie have disappeared into the master bedroom.

  “Shit,” I hiss, running upstairs and bursting into the room right behind Pretty.

  It seems we’re too fucking slow though, because Rhett’s already got Sadie on her hands and knees with his face buried between her thighs.

  “Get over here,” she moans, looking at both of us over her shoulder.

  Walking around the bed, we both shed our clothes and crawl on either side of her.

  When I hesitate at her side, running my fingertips down her spine, she encourages Pretty to get in front of her. She doesn’t waste any time in allowing him to feed her his cock. His abs tighten as she sucks him deep and he lets out a low groan of pleasure.

  Ripping my eyes from his body, I watch Sadie’s lips around his cock before tracing down her spine to where Rhett is. “You gonna come for my brother?” I ask, fisting my cock and reaching around to pinch her nipple with the other hand.

  A moan rips from her, but Pretty doesn’t let her release him, threading his fingers into her hair and increasing the tempo of his hips.

  “Savage,” I bark, “I wanna watch you fuck her. I wanna see her full at each end.”

  Following orders, he pulls away from her cunt, wiping his glistening face with the back of his hand.

  “If I must,” he mutters with a smirk, lining himself up. “Ready, princess? This isn’t going to be gentle.”

  Her response is to arch her back, offering herself up to him as Pretty continues to fuck her mouth.

  “Fuck,” he grunts, his grip on her hair tightening as his jaw tenses.

  A moan rips from Sadie’s throat as Rhett fills her. Desire floods me, and I sit back with my cock in hand and watch the two of them take what they need from her.

  Best fucking sight in the world.

  “Fuck, princess. You have no idea how good you look right now.” Another moan. “My brothers are gonna fill you up, and then Pretty and I are going to take you together. You good with that?” Although as I ask that question, my eyes fly to Pretty.

  He looks back at me, his eyes blown as he tries to hold on as long as possible.

  “Pretty can fill your pretty little pussy, and I’m getting back in your ass, babe.”

  “Fuck, fuck,” Pretty barks as the image I’ve just painted helps push him over the edge.

  Sadie swallows him down as Rhett ups his punishing thrusts into her pussy. The crack of his palm against her ass echoes through the room, mixing with our heavy breathing.

  Reaching forward, he threads his fingers into her hair and drags her up. “You want that?” he growls in her ear. “You want both Dane and Pretty inside you? Play your cards right, they might even take it a little further. Something tells me they enjoyed it.”

  Finally, Sadie shatters, her cries of pleasure filling the room as my eyes connect with Pretty’s once more.

  33

  Sadie

  Rhett chuckles in my ear and slaps my ass again before pulling out of me and rolling off the bed. My legs are jelly as I glance over my shoulder at Dane, who watches me.

  Watches us—because his glazed eyes keep flicking to Wes.

  “That was fun,” I giggle.

  “Oh baby, we’re just getting started.” Dane stands and prowls toward me. He stops at the side of the bed and reaches for me, dragging me up to him.

  “I want your ass, Sadie, girl. Tell me I can have it?”

  I nod, my lips parted on a needy whimper. When they talk to me like this, I lose all control. They make my body act on instinct, driven by pure animalistic need.

  “Get Pretty ready,” he orders before disappearing into the bathroom.

  Wes kneels, taking my face in his hand and kissing me while Rhett drops into the chair and watches. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, trailing his mouth over my lips, my jaw, and throat. Heat builds inside me as I run my fingers through his hair and rub my boobs against his chest.

  A second later, Dane appears with a bottle of lube. He throws it down on the bed and kneels behind me. “Is he hard?”

  “Why don’t you find out?” I shoot over my shoulder. Dane’s eyes flare as he moves closer, pressing his solid chest to my back. There’s a click and squirt and then his mouth moves to my ear. “Give me your hand.”

  He snakes an arm around me and slides his hand over mine, interlacing our fingers. Then he reaches for Wes's dick.

  I glance up at him and take in his expression as Dane and I grasp him. He’s barely breathing, his eyes dark with need and his jaw clenched.

  “Just feel it,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “Let us take care of you.”

  A thrill shoots through me as we pump him slowly at first. Dane drives the motion, controlling my hand as we fist Wes.

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuuuuck.”

  We pump him again, over and over until he grows rock hard under our touch.

  “So fucking hot,” Dane breathes, forcing me to grip Wes tighter, fist him harder. “I think he’s ready for you.”

  Wes slides his hands to my hips while Dane lifts me onto Wes's cock. “You got her, Pretty?”

  “Yeah, I got her.” His voice cracks as he slowly works himself inside me while Dane holds me open to him.

  “Oh God,” I cry. It feels too good. Too full and deep. My legs lock around Wes's waist and Dane pushes closer, pinning me between their two muscular bodies.

  “Kiss me, princess.” Wes captures my mouth in a bruising kiss, plunging his tongue deep inside as he thrusts into me.

  “My turn,” Dane chuckles, slipping his fingers between my ass cheeks and gently working one inside me.

  “Fuck,” I pant.

  “I know, baby. I know.” He pumps me a couple of times, stretching me. Then his finger is replaced by his cock as he gently pushes inside me, an inch at a time.

  “Holy shit, that feels good. Fuck her harder, Pretty. I wanna feel you.”

  Oh God. My head falls back on Dane’s shoulder as they give it to me harder. Deeper. More. It shouldn’t feel so good, being pinned between them, but it’s everything.

  The sound of our moans fills the room, and I glance over at Rhett, a whole new level of arousal building inside me when I realize he’s jerking off to us. But he isn’t paying the guys even the slightest bit of attention. No, his dark gaze is only watching me.

  “You take us so well, Sadie, girl.” Dane grabs my ass, driving deeper. Pain blurs with pleasure as they use my body. His hand slips between us and finds my clit, making me wild. Then Wes growls and I glance down.

  “Oh fuck.” Dane is squeezing the base of Wes's cock as he slides in and out of me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and my pussy clenches.

  “Fuck, Sadie Ray. Do that again.”

  I clench harder, barely able to breathe with how good it feels.

  “Can you feel that, man?” Wes asks.

  “Fuck yeah.”

  Wes crashes his mouth to mine, all tongue and teeth as Dane licks and sucks my neck. When Wes pulls away, his eyes go over my shoulder and anticipation crackles around us.

  “Kiss him,” I whisper. “I know you want to.”

  His hand shoots out, grabbing Dane’s hair, and the two of them collide like a storm, kissing and moaning as they fuck me.

  It’s so fucking hot I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  They break away almost as violently as they started.

  “I’m getting a taste for you, Pretty,” Dane says, and I see the flash of confusion in Wes's eyes. But rather than letting it ruin the moment, I lay my hand on his cheek, demanding his attention.

  “Make me come, Wes. Give it to me. I need it. I need you.”

  His expression softens and then he lets me have it.

  They both do.

  Until the only sounds that can be heard are my screams.

  * * *

  “This was the best vacation ever,” I sigh as I glance around the beach house one last time.

  “Only because you got fucked every hour,” Rhett grumbles.

  “Someone’s happy this morning.” I roll my eyes.

  He isn’t wrong. We had a lot of sex this weekend. On the deck, in the hot tub, over every surface of the house. I can’t get enough of my guys, and they’re all too happy to fulfil my needs. But it’s more than that. They complete me in a way I never thought possible, and having this time together only cemented what I already knew.

  I love them, and I want this thing between the four of us.

  I want it so damn much,

  A smile tugs at my lips.

  “What?” Rhett asks.

  “Just happy.”

  He shakes his head, but I don’t miss the faint smirk there. He’s loved this weekend as much as the rest of us. And he loves nothing more than to give Dane and Wes shit about how close they’ve become during sex.

  Dane doesn’t seem to care at all. But that’s Dane. I’m not sure how Wes truly feels though, and I don’t want it to become an issue between us.

 

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