My knees dug into the edge of the mattress, the cheap springs groaning under my weight every time I shifted. I was positioned perfectly—ass high, back arched, face hanging just over the foot of the bed so my mouth was level with Rylan’s hips. The room smelled thick now: sweat, sex, the sharp bite of tequila still lingering on our breath, and the unmistakable wet musk rolling off my own body. My thighs were slick all the way down to my knees. Every breath I took made my nipples drag against the rough sheet, sending little shocks straight to my clit.

Jaxon stepped up behind me first. His hands gripped...