“You got it.”
Mateo maneuvered them in place, pulled her down onto his chest, and entered her cunt with one strong thrust, making them all moan.
Trent just about lost it when Mateo reached down and separated her ass cheeks for him, showing him her tiny, beautiful asshole.
“Fuck. I could live in your body, woman.”
“Please,” she begged.
He could tell she was right on the edge, but he was close, too. “Hold her.”
“I’ve got her.”
Trent pressed the head of his cock to her anus and started pushing into her. He didn’t stop until he bottomed out inside of her.
Fuck. He dug his fingers into her hips and started riding her. He vaguely heard Mateo whispering to her, but his focus was on her tight grip. “I’m not going to last,” he said.
“I don’t think she’s going to either. Make her come,” Mateo said.
Trent rammed into her at a fast pace, making them all pant. “Come for us, pet. Let yourself go.”
He gritted his teeth when her body clamped down on them, and she screamed. The men fought to keep moving inside her to give her the most pleasure they could.
When she relaxed, Trent pounded into her a few times and then felt himself erupt. It was so intense he saw black dots in his vision, and his heart felt like it had doubled in size and was about ready to rip from his chest.
He sagged forward and braced himself on his hands by Mateo and her shoulders.
He drew in air and concentrated on calming enough to pull out of her and go clean up. “Fuck, I’ll be right back.”
Trent walked into the bathroom and cleaned up before returning to the bed to see Mateo had moved them up with their heads on the pillows. Trent crawled in behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I love you so much, pet.”
****
She turned her head and kissed Trent. “I love you, too. Both of you so much it sometimes scares me.”
“I feel the same way.”
She closed her eyes and rested. It felt like she was floating and surrounded by a hot blanket. This was the time and place in her life when she felt the best and most loved.
“What are we going to do with you, pet?”
“Love me until the end of our lives,” she said.
Mateo snorted, but Trent growled.
“I’m not kidding. You can’t take chances like you did today.”
“You guys take chances,” she pointed out.
“Fuck.” Trent wiped a hand down his face.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t do it intentionally,” she said. “But I saw an opportunity to save our people with minimal threat of harm to me—”
“You don’t know that,” Trent said.
“Yes, I do. Listen, I have more chance of falling down the stairs and breaking my neck than I did getting hurt today.” She knew she had made a mistake when both men tensed.
“Don’t you dare start worrying about me on the steps, guys.”