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interesting in mind than head injuries,” he teased.
    “You don’t say…” Ward swallowed hard as he found himself cornered, back close to but not quite touching the shower tiles.
    Hazel tilted her head back under the ceiling spray, shivering despite the temperature of the water. “You know Dylan, always with the good ideas.” She felt him against her backside, erection warm with blood and already at half-mast, stirred by whatever wicked thoughts shot through that head of his.
    Not to be outdone, Ward slid a hand over the swell of Hazel’s hip and drew his fingers up her flank to her ribcage, then slowly onto the swell of her breast. He pinched her nipple tightly, knowing just how she liked to be touched.
    “Gonna tease me, huh?” Hazel moaned, tipping back into Dylan’s arms.
    She had been here before, a willing prisoner trapped between her devoted tormentors. She couldn’t wait for the playful teasing to morph into punishing thrusts and harsh, choking hands.
    The thought of Sadie downstairs, so close to the playroom where she and Dylan had once enjoyed each other in thoroughly carnal fashion, was all the incentive Hazel needed to twist around and slide a hand around Dylan’s nape.
    Mine .
    She had never felt so possessive of a boyfriend before. She had never wanted to bite her name into flesh, or hold him in isolation because it drove her mad to think of anyone else staring at him.
    With his mouth against her and Ward’s fingertips digging bruises into her skin, there was no room for any of that nonsense to slip out in the heat of the moment. It was just as well. Between them, Ward and Dylan whispered enough filth to make Aphrodite blush.
    “You little slut,” Ward murmured fondly, “you’re already wet.” He pressed a finger inside her as if to prove it, meeting no resistance.
    Her body was lax and ready for him, well used to the more strenuous activities Hazel put it through. But last night’s romp had taken its toll. Hazel flinched, reaching down to clasp Ward’s wrist. “Wait, wait…”
    “You’re sore,” Dylan guessed, incrementally relaxing his hold around her waist.
    Hair dripping into her eyes, Hazel nodded. “Yeah… I’m sorry.” Her heart plummeted. She’d wanted this for them—and for herself, she was selfish enough to admit it. She needed the anchor of physical contact to clear her head. But Ward’s touch triggered a spasm too far from pleasurable to be confused with delight.
    “I can still get you off,” Hazel hurried to point out.
    “I know you can,” Ward said, gently extricating his fingers. “I was there last night…remember?”
    Of course she did. Heat flooded her face when she thought of blowing Ward to orgasm and Dylan wiping away the cum from her lips and chin. She was greedy enough to crave a repeat performance, pain notwithstanding, her every muscle tensing as Dylan reached between her thighs.
    “Does this hurt, too?” he wondered and tapped a fingertip to the hood of her clitoris.
    Hazel gasped, bracing for another twist of discomfort. She shook her head. It was too light, a barely there pressure that curled her toes but stopped short of satisfying her need. “Ngh… No, that’s—that good. Keep going,” she pleaded.
    “You heard the lady.”
    Ward’s gaze zoomed up her body to fasten onto Dylan’s. He cocked his right eyebrow, a sneer cresting slowly onto his features as if to ask, Since when do you tell me what to do?
    “Please,” Hazel choked out, not in the mood for one of their cockfights.
    Whether it was the pitiful whine in her voice that drove him from tease to action, or Dylan’s ponderous silence—it hardly mattered once Ward sunk to his knees before her. Hazel trembled—focus instantly thrown off kilter as Ward hooked a hand behind her knee and raised her thigh onto his shoulder. Her cunt pulsed in anticipation.
    “He’s gonna be so gentle with you,” Dylan whispered in her ear, instruction shrouded in a taunt. “You’re not used to