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  I give the hyper pup a hearty ear scratch. I have a weak spot for the panty-thieving pup since it is because of him Miles and I broke past our hang-ups and found our love for one another. We found love and the pup found a home. Seems fitting.

  Miles wraps his arms around me, his hands coming over my stomach protectively. “Have you told them yet?” My head falls back on his shoulder and I stay like this for a while, just feeling his steady breathing push on my back.

  “Not yet—let’s keep it our little secret for now.”

  Warm lips brush over my shoulder and trail up the side of my neck.

  “I have a surprise for you tonight. Our moms are taking the kids back to my mom and dad's for the night. How does a hot bubble bath, a foot rub, and some strategically-placed whipped cream afterward sound?”

  I turn in Miles' arms and wrap my arms around him. “Sounds good if you plan on joining me in that bubble bath. I have very distinct cravings right now and you’re the only one who can satisfy them.”

  A deep laugh rumbles through him. “As my lady wishes.”

  When I stepped through the door of 202 Cherry Popper Way for the first time, I never saw it leading to a man who loves me more than life. But here we are. I’ll always be his and he’ll always be mine. Forever.

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  Chapter One

  Jemma

  I’m trapped. Pinned to a wall with no way out. No escape.

  Jesus help me, what have I done?

  A whimper catches on my lips and it takes everything I have not to scream. Not to release all the emotions burning through my body like rocket fuel sizzling every cell of my body from the inside out.

  I cry louder, breath heavier, my heart racing faster than it ever has before. I don’t know how to handle all the rioting inside me. So I stop trying.

  Not that anyone can hear us three floors up while a college party rages on downstairs. I'd be lying if I said the idea of someone busting in on us didn't make me cream a little more.

  Pleasure sends my eyes rolling closed as my entire world spins on its axis, totally and utterly out of control.

  That’s what they are doing to me. Making me lose all my good sense. They make me feel more than I have in the last five years combined and that scares as much as it excites me.

  My three masked mystery men.

  Gorgeous, made of granite and beyond aroused. Knowing they are this hard for me sends a wave of heat to pool between my legs.

  No names, no pressure, no expectations beyond these stolen moments we have before the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve.

  Dark Eyes, the one with an easygoing smile and mountains of muscles to my right, leans in and scrapes his teeth across my neck, causing my scream to finally break free. Chuckling, he retraces the path with his wicked tongue and I shudder, gasping and so desperately ready for the promise of more I see in the depth of his eyes. I don’t want this to end, for us to be discovered. To break our little fantasy bubble. And it seems neither do they because a hot mouth claims mine, swallowing all my cries of pleasure.

  “Are you protected?”

  I know what he is asking and briskly nod. “The pill.”

  “Show me. I want to see what I’m about to claim,” Whiskey Eyes, the beast of a man between my legs fisting his massive cock, hisses. He strokes himself and God, he’s huge. So fucking thick I’m dying to find out what he will feel like when he finally opens me wide and pushes every last inch of his gorgeous cock inside me.

  My whole body trembles, melts with anticipation, sending my heart into a fluttering race.

  All three hover so close our heavy breathing mingles along with our body heat. Between us a roaring heat blazes and when our gazes collide, I find the raw need inside me mirrored back.

  To my left, the one I consider the broody one with the dark purple mask and sexy scruff, kisses me and before I have the good sense to push my way out of here, to run, to save myself from bad decisions I kiss him back.

  It hadn’t taken much to catch their attention and tease them into following me up two flights of stairs and stealing away in a half-lit room. My friend is to blame for my sudden burst of sensuality and I’m rolling with it. For now.

  Thick, dark locks of hair glide through my fingers as I pull him impossibly close. The man is already invading my space enough to where I feel his heart rate matching mine beat for beat. The bulge in his pants throbbing against my hip.

  God help me he tasted savage. Like unfiltered lust. He’s gentle at first but the second his tongue dances over mine, he takes it deeper. Harder. There’s no denying something sparks between us in that second. I don’t have a lick of experience to compare the zing of adrenaline that single kiss shoots through me, but I know no one kisses like that and simply forgets. Do they? I hope not. That’s why I’m here after all. To usher in the new year with something so wild, so unbridled I’ll always be able to say… I did that for me. This one time. My best friend was right. I’ve held myself back long enough.

  When he pulls away I look on as he edges up the hem of my skirt for his friend, revealing the black silk of my panties to all three.

  And suddenly it hits me. This is happening. I’m really doing this.

  I’m about to give myself to three men in the spare room of a college friend while everyone parties it out downstairs.

  Briefly I wonder if I should have gone with a lacy pair of panties, but I don’t have to carry that thought for long. These three seem to not care about silk versus lace anyway.

  Not in the least. All they want is me bare to them.

  Whiskey Eyes peels away the soaked cloth and the second they see just how ready I am for what they have planned, all three growl hungrily.

  Buttons pop and shirts fall. All the rest coming off is a blur. They are no better than wolves who’ve caught their prey.

  Me.

  Dressed in a blue cape and barely there skirt with a skimpy top, I basically delivered myself up for their feast.

  Two sets of strong hands spread my thighs for their friend and I watch as Whiskey Eyes falls to his knees with a hungry look in his eye. When he drags the pad of his wet tongue over my throbbing clit I cry out so loud my whole world quakes. Reaching around he grabs my ass, tilting me just right where he can get a better taste.

  I dig my fingers into his hair. “Oh—yes—good,” I moan. There’s truly nothing between us and that makes me wetter. Girl-cum drips down the crack of my ass and I can feel it wetting me in places I’ve never had a man before.

  I shudder at the thought. Hoping...maybe. Would I be brave enough if it came to that?

  He stands and suddenly I’m lifted and left with no choice but to wrap my legs
around his waist as he carries me to the bed.

  Who it belongs to, I don't know but I’m grateful all the same.

  Muscles bulge and ripple beneath my thighs. I tense in his arms and let out a throaty moan when my masked lover deposits me on the bed.

  He moves over me with the other two coming beside me to hold my legs wide. Hot skin on skin.

  “You’re a fucking goddess,” he groans, taking an exposed nipple between his lips and giving it a hard tug. “So pink and tasty. Sweet candy.”

  Dark Eyes tucks a finger beneath my chin and pulls my lips to his. He’s not as demanding as the broody one and the contrast is mind blowing. This one likes to take his time and savor his treats.

  “Greedy girl wants all of us,” the broody one husks.

  Breaking the kiss, I lock my eyes on the one between my legs, sensing the wait is over.

  And I’m right.

  He tunnels his hands under my ass. Holding me firmly, he lifts me until the head of his cock sits at my entrance. He pushes the thick, swollen crown of his cock past my pussy lips and sinks balls-deep in one smooth glide.

  Writhing under him, I move my hips but he grips me in place.

  “Now, now, naughty girl. Let me fuck you. You make me come too fast and we’ll have to start all over again.”

  Dazed, I fail to see the problem. I open my mouth to say as much when he withdraws, dips the head with shallow strokes, teasing me mercilessly before plunging back in. Only he does it harder this time, filling me fully.

  “Oh! God, yes.” I whimper and roll my head back and forth. I expected resistance, but this is so far removed from any of my expectations I might burn alive in their arms.

  I lock my ankles and drive him deeper. “Such a bad girl. You want a dirty, hard fucking, don’t you,” the one fucking me growls lowly. He pushes forward when leaning over me and gruffly whispers, “Easy, baby. You sure you can handle me working your tight pussy harder?”

  Hands slide over my body and I can’t keep my eyes open. It all feels so good.

  I gasp, the walls of my pussy clamp around the thickness spreading my channel wide. The last inch my lover was keeping from me sinks in and I’m gripping the sheets with both hands.

  His gravelly voice sends a thrill racing through me. Hidden behind my own mask, I feel emboldened and I’m not one to waste an opportunity often. I lick my lips and raise my lashes until my eyes are level with his. “Why don’t we find out just how much I can take?”

  He gives an appreciative growl as if he’s taken my words as a personal challenge. His friends hold me while my lover slams into my body filling the rooms with the sounds of him taking me hard and fast in tune with the thudding music hammering through the place.

  I cry out wildly, “Ye...yes.” I breathlessly cling to strong arms.

  The one to my right chuckles. “I think Queen Frost here likes the way you fuck her.”

  And he’s right. My body takes him in, stretching wide over the veined, smooth steel so perfectly.

  Fingers dive into my hair and turn me so another can claim my mouth. But it’s not a kiss waiting for me. The head of a cock dripping pre-cum is at my lips. I open and greedily suck, tasting the hot liquid on the back of my tongue.

  I’m instantly swept away from any semblance of reality. I drag my eyes up a chest made of stone with a light dusting of hair to find a man in a dark purple mask staring down at me while he feeds me his cock.

  Forbidden as it may be, I like it. They take control seamlessly and I give it to them willingly.

  “Suck him good, baby, because when you finish with him, I’m next. Yes, just like that. Slide every inch of him in and swallow when you feel the tip hit the back of your throat,” Dark Eyes instructs in a rough murmur. He holds my head up gently while I suck his friend off and they both seem to like it.

  The one between my legs pulls out, fisting his engorged cock, running the soaked tip up and down my dripping slit. He dips lower, teasing the untouched ring of muscles back there.

  “Have you ever taken a man back there, baby?” Dark Eyes asks for his friend.

  Heat flames across my cheeks and I turn my head. “No.” I didn’t realize I tensed until hands stroked over my thighs and up my body.

  “Easy, sweetheart. We only mean to give you pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever felt before. We’ll wait.”

  And they are.

  This feels dirty, wrong on so many levels. Stupid even. Yet, a bad idea like this couldn't possibly feel this toe-curling perfect, right?

  It’s almost too much.

  The one to my left rolls my clit as his friend pumps into me, drawing my climax to the surface.

  “That’s it,” the broody one whispers. “Watch how easy he glides through all that sticky wetness. You want to come, don’t you? Is her pussy getting tighter, man?”

  I can tell he’s eager for a chance to claim my body, too, but he’s patient, seeing to my pleasure while his friends push me closer to the ledge I’m already toeing.

  I swallow, my eyes dropping to where our bodies join together.

  “Fuck yes,” Whiskey Eyes answers.

  Another thrust and I’m falling over. Bombs detonate and I’m left breathless as my climax consumes me. My walls clamp around my lover, his fierce eyes holding mine.

  “So tempting just to feed your pussy all the milk it can take,” he murmurs then pulls out and crawls up the bed while his friend replaces him between my legs. I can feel my girl-cum dripping down my ass to wet the bed and when I spread wider to fit the next man, I know he sees just how swollen my pussy lips are from his friend pleasuring me.

  It only seems to turn him on more. His hands pin my hips to the bed and I’m trapped again. Heat ignites inside me and a forbidden thrill shoots my heart rate sky high.

  “Look at all this delicious cream,” he groans, cock poised at my entrance. “So messy and ready for another pounding.”

  Above me, Whiskey Eyes strokes himself and I’m mesmerized by how beautiful the view is from down here. “Open your mouth, baby, lift her head. Just like that.”

  His eyes lock on mine. Moaning and panting wildly, I take him to the hilt and taste myself coating every inch of his cock.

  I remember the last instructions and swallow when I feel the head hit the back of my throat. “That’s it. Get ready to take my milk down your pretty throat.”

  I reach for the other beside me, wrap my fingers around him and stroke. Both roar, pumping eagerly.

  Dark Eyes fists his hand over mine. Together we work him from base to tip, the tinkling sound of my charm bracelet like bells joining the sound of our heavy panting. Soft light coming from somewhere illuminates all three in a warm glow and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud of light.

  Jesus, I don’t know what’s happening to me. Why I feel so desperate to have them inside me. All three claiming every inch of my body but I need this. Yesterday I was a nobody. For at least tonight I’m the woman these three want to share.

  Whiskey Eyes throws his head back and spills his hot cum over my tongue. Over and over again, he pumps my mouth until he feeds every last drop to me. Beside me, Dark Eyes holds my hair away from my face, catching every little drop that escapes and feeds it back to me with a finger.

  Between my legs, I feel my other lover’s cock swell inside me and I know he’s close to hitting his end.

  We all are.

  “Five!”

  Downstairs I hear the countdown begin.

  “Four!”

  My body goes electric and I feel their eyes lock on me. The second I fall into my climax they are all right there with me and we tumble together.

  “Watch us come on you.”

  “Three!”

  “Two!”

  My lover pumps faster before pulling out and fisting his swollen flesh. Stroking himself, he falls on me and licks me until I’m seeing stars.

  “ONE!”

  He pushes to his knees, my cum dripping from his chin and I look on through half clos
ed eyes as both men masturbate their big cocks, coating my breasts and belly with their hot splashes of seed.

  Whiskey Eyes strokes a thick finger over my throbbing clit and takes me on another ride. I clutch the sheets, thrashing from all the glorious torture. I scream through another bursting release relishing the feel of so many hands and tongues stroking, fucking and licking me until I don’t know up from down.

  Explosions of unbearable pleasure rock me to the core and an uncontrollable hunger for more with them slams into me. Hell yes I want more, but reality starts punching through the dreamy fantasy bubble. Come morning I have to return to my regular life. But I don’t want to leave them and honestly I don’t think I can.

  Shuddering and gasping, I cling to them. Hot bodies pin me to the bed.

  “Christ, woman,” Whiskey Eyes murmurs as he slathers their mixed seed into my flesh. Another pulls my too skimpy top down, giving my nipples a hard tug through the material which only makes me horny all over again, damn it.

  I arch into his hands and welcome more of their touch.

  “When you get home, go straight to bed and don’t you dare wash us off of you. Not until morning. And when you do I want you to think of us. When you wash this pretty pussy, feel how tender you are, think of us.”

  My name sits on the tip of my tongue and honestly, I’m so close to telling them who I am. But a false sense of rightness keeps my lips sealed and my mask firmly over three-fourths of my face.

  You see I have a secret.

  Two actually.

  First, I’m the daughter of the Dean of Westmoore University though I’ve worked hard on keeping the fact under lock and keep. It helps he refuses to claim me as his kid.

  And second—and dirtiest of all—my three professors just fucked me into a new year with all their students downstairs.

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