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The naughty swirl of her tongue got her a groan from Rylan too. “Hell. You two are so hot together.”



She broke the kiss at the sound of his voice, but when she turned toward him, she saw no trace of jealousy. Simply appreciation, as if he genuinely enjoyed the sight of them kissing. A glance at his crotch revealed how much he liked it.



Connor followed her gaze, and Hudson held her breath. She and Rylan hadn’t messed around since the day in the garden. She’d wondered if maybe Connor had decided he wasn’t interested in company anymore, but now his eyes gleamed thoughtfully.



“How’s your dick doing?” he asked his friend. “Or did you injure that too?”



Rylan flipped up his middle finger. “My dick is just fine, asshole.”



“Yeah? Then pull it out.” Connor’s voice went raspy. “I’m in the mood for an audience tonight.”



Hudson’s breath flew out. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to the frank way these men talked about sex.



Connor raised his eyebrows at her, as if asking for permission. When her head jerked in a nod, he stepped closer and swiftly rid her of her shirt. She shivered when his rough hands cupped her aching breasts, and her nipples instantly puckered against his palms.



“What do you say, Ry? Should I make her come fast, or torment her for a bit?” Laughing softly, he drew her leggings and panties off her body.



Rylan grinned. “You already know the answer to that, brother.”



Fast, she prayed. Oh God, please let him do it fast. They hadn’t even gotten started yet and she was already a bundle of hot, tight nerves, so close to detonating she had to squeeze her thighs together to ease the burn.



“Torment, it is,” Connor decided.



Hudson gulped as he led her to the armchair across from the bed and forced her to sit. Strong hands parted her legs as he knelt in front of her, and then his heavy-lidded gaze settled on her pussy. “Christ. You’re already so wet.”



She gasped when he slipped one finger inside her. Her nerve endings crackled to life, pulses of heat prickling along her skin.



Her gaze shifted to Rylan, who’d eased his pants down and was now gripping his very impressive erection. There was a rakish glimmer in his eyes as he stared at Connor’s finger buried inside her.



Then that finger moved, and Hudson gasped again, because Connor had switched from a motionless tease to a furious tempo in the blink of an eye. Two fingers now, fucking her hard enough to bring a jolt of pain-laced pleasure.



Thank God. He wasn’t following through on the threat to torture her. He was going to let her come. Hudson squeezed her eyes shut and gave herself over to the mounting sensations. She was close. So close. Her breath spiraled out in a rush as her pussy contracted and —



Connor’s fingers abruptly disappeared.



Her eyes shot open. “You fucking bastard.”



He clicked his tongue mockingly before looking at Rylan. “We’ve created a monster. She’s gotten so much greedier since she sucked you off, man.”



“Greedy,” Rylan agreed. He gave his cock a lazy stroke as he glanced at Hudson. “Shame on you, gorgeous, calling him a bastard. You know he’ll punish you for that.”



He was right. The smoldering look on Connor’s face confirmed it.



“Yeah, you’ll have to be punished.” He inched his head toward her core. “Thoroughly.”



A shiver rolled through her when his lips touched her clit. His tongue flicked over her in a featherlight lick, and her hips rose on instinct, struggling to get closer. She wanted to beg for more, but she knew it wouldn’t make a difference. The stubborn bastard wouldn’t give her anything until he was good and ready.



The teasing began in earnest, an agonizing exploration with his mouth that turned her into a panting, whimpering mess. His tongue traced her pussy as if he were trying to memorize every inch. It skimmed her outer lips, then her inner ones, tickled her slit and traveled over her aching flesh, licking and sucking and kissing and not once making contact with the place that needed it the most. Her clit swelled, pulsed to the point of pain, but he purposely avoided it, chuckling every time she groaned in frustration.



“See? Greedy,” he muttered to his friend, whose answering chuckle made her nostrils flare.



She could barely see Rylan through the mist of pleasure obscuring her vision. She heard him, though. The smug laughter, the slap of his hand on his cock, the low groan he released when Connor spread her legs wider and turned his cheek to kiss her inner thigh.



The torment started up again. Soft kisses and torturous licks. Fuck, he was going to kill her. She couldn’t draw air into her lungs. She couldn’t think clearly. All the blood in her body had rushed to her clit. Her entire being centered on the painful throb between her legs.