My arms were shaking so badly I had to lock my elbows just to stay upright on all fours. Come was still cooling on my lower back and ass cheeks—sticky, slowly sliding toward the cleft where it mixed with the lube Rylan had already worked into me. The room felt smaller now, air thick with our combined scents: sharp sweat, the faint metallic tang of arousal, the lingering bite of tequila on our tongues. Every breath I took pulled more of it into my lungs until I felt dizzy from it.

Jaxon lay back on the bed first, knees bent, feet planted flat so his hips were angled up. His...