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her hair with trembling fingers as she stared at his tempting body. “I didn’t think so.”
    Chris released her hip and reached up to cup one breast in his hand. “That’s what makes it so hard to resist. You didn’t even know it was there.” He thrust upward and groaned hoarsely. “I don’t know how much longer I can last, Flynn.”
    Flynn’s voice was just as raw. “That makes two of us.”
    “Three.” She muttered.
    “Four,” Jimmy corrected, stroking his shaft as he watched the three of them entwined on the couch.
    His image blurred as Flynn spread her cheeks again, this time pressing the head of his condom covered erection against her. “ Fuck .”
    “Yes,” Flynn panted. “That is the plan.”
    “I can’t believe we’re doing this. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She was repeating the same sentence over and over under her breath, her body quaking like a stray leaf in a storm.
    Chris snared her gaze with his own. His face was flushed with restraint, his eyes nearly black now. “If you want us to stop, we can. We won’t do anything you don’t want us to do.”
    She tried to laugh but it came out as a choked sound. “That’s the problem. I want you to do everything. I’ve just never…it’s so…”
    He smiled and reached up to caress her face, pushing her hair behind her ear almost tenderly. “Just breathe, Georgia. We’ll take care of you.”
    Her heart skipped. How did he do that? She took a deep breath, glancing over her shoulder to see Flynn, his teeth gritted as he restrained himself from going further. Held back. For her.
    Her own smile grew, still wavery, but real. “Vroom, vroom, Snowmobile. I’m ready when you are.”
    Male laughter filled the room and delight sparkled in Flynn’s green gaze, his lips still shining from the peppermint lube. “You are my kind of angel,” he sighed. “I knew I was right.”
    Her smile turned to a gasp as he began to push passed the tight muscles of her ass, slowly, but powerfully. His shout mingled with hers and Chris’s when he made it through. Deep. So deep. With both of them inside her. Moving. Filling. She felt like she would fly apart. Like they were all that was holding her to the earth.
    It was painful and beautiful. Perfectly imperfect and too much of not enough. It was indescribable.
    “ Sonofafuckingbitch ,” Chris swore, his hands curling into fists, his hips thrusting almost helplessly upward. “Tight. So tight and hot, Georgia you feel so fucking good.”
    Watching the sweet, kind hunk of a man lose control made Georgia, despite her own sensation overload, feel powerful. Feminine. He was desperate to come. Waiting for her, for them, to join him.
    The pain eased and Flynn began to rock against her, moving a little deeper with each stroke. Her neck arched and through the haze she saw Jimmy. He was aroused. Watching her as he stroked himself, matching their rhythm.
    She licked her lips, staring at his erection. She was drowning in desire, spinning with it. But her fantasy wasn’t complete.
    Not without him.
    He must have read her expression. He came closer, until he was standing  a breath away. Georgia leaned forward and opened her mouth around his cock, closing her eyes at the dark, sinful taste.
    Chris bit at her breasts, his thrusts more powerful as he lost himself in the moment. Flynn was saying her name over and over again, like a prayer for restraint as he picked up his rhythm. Jimmy had his hand in her hair, guiding her mouth as his hips thrust gently inside.
    Her heartbeat raced in her ears and lights flickered behind her eyes like fireworks. She felt them everywhere. This moment was hers. Theirs. All of them connected. All of them grasping desperately for the pleasure that was just out of reach.
    Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she couldn’t help it. It was too much. Too amazing. Beyond all of her fantasies. Chris reached between them again, and she felt his callused fingers pressing against her clit in a