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“I can smell you.”
    Jonah was surrounded in her, drowning in her. All he could do was love her with his mouth and hand, force her to fly. Her cries began to build, filling the air, the sound echoing.
    Such a song. Jonah wanted to howl, but his mouth was too damned busy. Come on, girl, he willed. Give it to me.
    She came apart for him, her thighs shaking around him, her cunt clamping down on his fingers.  A wild power surged through him, and he nuzzled her, drawing the pleasure out.
    God, she rocked him to the core of his being.
    “Fuck her for me now, Jonah? I want to see you both.” Hank stroked his arm, making him shiver.
    “I want you to be with us, baby,” Jonah told Hank. “I want to feel you. You’re hiding over there.”
    “Not hiding, I promise.” Hank tilted his head, clearly pondering the situation. Finally Hank nodded as though he’d come up with a plan, his blue eyes lighting up. “You two shift it for a minute, let me be in the middle of the bed.”
    Jonah glanced up at Liv, who looked well-satisfied, her eyes heavy-lidded. “Now he’s giving us orders?”
    “I’m game if it gets me what I want.”
    “What’s that?” he asked.
    Liv smiled, the curve of her lips saying she wanted naughty things. “More orgasms.”
    Jonah nodded, shrugged, then let his beautiful boy in. Hank slipped to the middle of the bed, then rearranged the pillows to prop himself up against the headboard, his cock pointing toward the ceiling. “Now Liv can lay back on me while you fuck her.”
    “Mmm.” Teasing his boy and loving his kit at the same time. Perfect.
    “Torture him, kit.” Jonah winked at her, knowing her sweet round ass would rub Hank’s cock mercilessly.
    “In the best possible way, Jonah.” She leaned back, snuggling right up against Hank’s needy cock.
    Hank moaned, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Jonah grinned, the sight of them together raising him to even higher appreciation.
    Hank’s fingers trailed down her belly, spreading her legs for him. That tanned, scarred hand looked utterly male against Liv’s smooth skin, revving Jonah’s engine. Liv was wet, slick for him, curls soaked.
    Licking his lips, Jonah moved close, sliding between both their sets of spread thighs. Hank hummed, the moan low and sweet, needy.
    Yeah. He could sort of fuck them both this way, and Jonah loved that idea. A lot.
    He reached down, cupped Hank’s balls and squeezed.
    “Jonah!” Hank arched up, pushing Liv into the air, her breasts bouncing. Liv’s laughter filled the room, just ringing out.
    “He’s so easy,” Jonah said.
    “He’s right here,” Hank murmured.
    Jonah nodded, met Hank’s gaze. “Thank God for that.”
    Beaming for him, Hank rocked his hips again, raising and lowering Liv. “We’re ready.”
    Laughter bubbled through him, and Liv’s full lips quirked at him. This whole position was as ridiculous as it was sexy. Jonah pushed an inch closer to circle his hips, his cock prodding Liv’s pussy. The touch of her wet heat made him grunt, his balls drawing up tight.
    She made him crazy. The heat from her body and Hank’s tugged at him, drawing Jonah in as always.
    His cock was wrapped in pure velvet bliss, her sweet body begging for his prick. Fuck, yes. Jonah sank deep, his moan loud and harsh. Her cries mingled with Hank’s, the sounds creating a melody.
    Jonah began to move, pushing in then pulling back, his balls swinging. Hank’s fingers were on Liv’s breasts, giving him the visual of those perfect, hard nipples. Jonah bent and kissed each one, a maneuver that made his back bend a little too much, but the tiny ache was worth it.
    Hank plucked at her, and Jonah felt it around his cock. Connected. They were all connected.
    His eyelids felt heavy, his body moving on its own accord. Instinct drove him, and there was no way Jonah could stop now. Not with the heat and wet and sweat. The scent of them drove him crazy—a mixture of honey and musk, want and need.
    Hank met his