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Tears drop to Tyler’s lap.

I’m held down and used.

Tyler bucks upwards, takes a fist full of my hair and squirts into my mouth. “Vallie, Vallie, Vallie,” he chants while his cock pulses.

I try to concentrate on his release; his cum jets to the back of my throat, warm, thick passion that I swallow eagerly and loudly.

“That’s our good girl.” Donnie’s voice is dark and even. “That’s our very, very good little pup. Swallow all my brother’s cum. That’s it. Let me see your throat take it all down. Very good. You don’t want him to think you don’t love him.”

Dexter slams in, one, two, three, and, holding himself deep, he finishes inside me with a throaty growl. “Ah, Fuck. Yes.” His hands flex on my hips, and a moment of pause shifts around us. “You did good.” He smooths his hand down my spine. “Very good, Baby Girl.”

Then, it happens quick.

Too quick. Too much. I barely have a chance to react or crawl away, to take a break, take a damn breath, because Donnie is dropping to his knees and taking Dexter’s place behind me on the forest floor.

And I collapse into Tyler’s warm arms when I hear Donnie growl, “My turn, Pup.”

CHAPTER 19

VALLIE

Warm soapy water slides down their hard, powerful bodies.

Dexter and Donnie wash their chests and abdomens, the muscles under their big palms flex and pulse.

It’s the most erotic scene of my entire life.

All three boys are in the master suite’s shower—Dexter’s shower—with me, washing the dirt and sand down the drain. The splashing is relaxing and rhythmic.

Steam rises and fogs the glass enclosing us.

I don’t even care that I’m completely naked in direct light. Dexter and Donnie are both semi-hard, gazing at me between washing themselves. There is nothing but heat behind their eyes. They like everything they see. All my curves: the round, weighted shape of my breasts, the rolls at my hips, the way my thighs touch and jiggle.

Tyler is on one knee, trailing his hands from my ankles to my inner thigh, the slick water making me slippery to touch. “I could do this every day, Vallie Baby. I could do this when you’re too pregnant to reach your toes.”

I don’t even object this time; I’m way too overstimulated and exhausted. Instead, I just love him in freestyle.

“Okay, Tyler Baby.” I comb my fingers and nails through his wet, dark brown hair, smiling. “I’d be lucky to have you wash me each day while I’m pregnant.”

His fingers fondle my lips before circling and testing the thick, swollen folds, to move between them.

I whimper, the flesh barely parting for him. “I’m sore.”

“You need me, Baby.” He is worshipful, taking his time as he scoops and cleans me. “You’re so red here. So puffy and plump. It’s really pretty.”

Feeling my insides cramp and twist, I look up from Tyler on his knees to find Donnie staring. Straight. At. Me. His hand is on his cock, his bicep and arm flexing as he washes the long, thick length with soap.

Fuck.

Donnie… I think his name, but don’t say it. It’s in my eyes, though, and now he is walking to stand beside me.

Reaching out, he slides his hand around my throat, cradling that delicate place as I swallow over all the emotions bursting inside me. It started with him. And his heart is the only one I haven’t been able to reach.

“I want to try something,” he utters softly, leaning in and talking within inches of my eager mouth.

I hold my breath as his lips touch mine. His hand tightens and his body stiffens, as if something inside him doesn’t want to go through with this.

I reach out and place my hand over his heart, feeling its heavy, hard tempo to match my own. As I wait for Donnie to move his mouth, to finally kiss me, Tyler caresses my puffy lips. I widen my stance, allowing Ty better access to lean in and lick me.