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his, needing more from him. Nothing has ever felt as right as this moment, with this man, in this room. He’s my everything. And that terrifies me. I’m so gone for this boy.
“Can you let go of my nuts, please?” Jeremy whimpers in pain, and I immediately release whatever I was holding. “My bad.”
“Oiler!” “Fuck.” Brendon groans. “I know! Slower than your one-legged, dead grandma running through peanut butter in the snow. Got it.”
“All of them.” I grind against him. “Hopefully more than once.” He hums and bites the tattoo on my neck. “Hey, hey!” Preston yells. “This is not a porno. Knock it off!” The song changes to “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran, and I roll my body, dragging my hand down my throat and chest to my hip while making awkward eye contact with Preston. “Maybe I planned a gang bang for Pauly boy’s birthday,” I yell, and Preston clenches his jaw. “He is not touching me.”
