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    I shift, trying to findfort as I sit on the chair. Jake is sitting beside me while Aiden and Zaid sit across from us.


    My blood is rushing through me, my breath shallow. I''ve been trying to get this conversation started since we sat down for dinner, but I haven''t been able to get


    the


    words out.


    Zaid sets his fork down and leans back in his chair. I raise my eyes to him and can tell with just the tilt of his head that he knows I have something to say. Thest thing I want is for him to interrogate me.


    I sigh. "Can we talk about how this is going to work?"


    Jake turns to me mid-chew. "How what is going to work?"


    I look at all of them before saying, “This rtionship.”


    Aiden looks at Zaid, then back at me. "What do you mean?"


    I set my fork down and take a breath. "I mean, there''s three of you and only one of me. I don''t know... I don''t know how I''m meant to juggle it. You and Zaid felt like a lot and now there''s a fourth person."


    Silence fills the room and I shift, grimacing when it makes the plug inside me


    move.


    Jake clears his throat and then leans forward. "We need a schedule."


    Aiden groans immediately, throwing his head back in his chair. "Oh my God, you''re making this sound like a job."


    Zaid snorts, and I have to hide my smile.


    "I hate the idea of something so rigid. What? I can only have my girlfriend on Mondays?" Aiden raises an eyebrow, clearly distraught at the idea.


    Jake shoots him a sharp look. "You got a better idea?"


    "Yeah. Let it just happen naturally."


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    Zaid doesn''t say anything, but I nce at him and see the way his jaw is tight, the way his fingers drum against the table. He doesn''t like the idea of a schedule either. He acts when he feels something. I have no doubt about how impulsive he can be.


    1 press my lips together, thinking. I get where Jake ising from. If we don''t figure this out, someone is going to get hurt. Not only are three men a lot for me to handle, but someone is going to feel left out. Still, the idea of scheduling who gets my time like I''m booking appointments? It doesn''t feel right.


    I take a deep breath. "Okay, what if, instead of a strict schedule, I decide which days I want for myself and which days I need a break? The rest can just... flow naturally."


    Jake frowns. "That sounds a little too loose."


    Aiden grins, crossing his arms over his chest. "I think it sounds perfect."


    Jake purses his lips. "What if we at least each get a day a week?"


    I smile, cing my hand on his arm. "I won''t leave you out."


    He eyes me.


    "I promise. I want you all. Evenly." For some reason, that statement makes my face burn and my breath catch.


    Zaid finally speaks, his voice low. A frown mars his face, and he tightens his hands into fists. "As long as I don''t have to wait for a fucking schedule to be with you when I want to, I''m fine with whatever you want."


    I smile at him, my chest tightening at the intensity in his eyes. "You won''t."


    Jake sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. "Okay, but you''re spending tonight with me."


    My body breaks into prickles, but I nod. "Okay."


    There''s probably a lot he wants to talk about. The brokenness in his voice tells me that it''s going to be a long night. It doesn''t bother me; I need to make it up to him. Fix what I can for waiting too long.


    Jake looks down at his te, then frowns. "Are we done with dinner?"


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    My spine shudders, my heart rate spiking as I think about what he has next.


    Ten minutester, the dishes are in the dishwasher and the pots are soaking in the sink. Jake takes my hand and we all make our way to the living room. When Aiden suggests we watch a movie, everyone agrees and I almost sigh with relief.


    It gives me another hour at least to mentally prepare for my talk with Jake.


    I sit on the couch between Jake and Aiden while Zaid sits alone in the recliner. He doesn''t seem bothered and part of me thinks that it''s because Jake and Aiden were the blindsided ones tonight.


    The movie starts off fine and I rx into the cushion, covering my legs with a nket


    since I''m still only wearing Jake''s shirt.


    The moment Jake''s hand grips my knee, I know I''ve rxed too soon. His fingers are hot, soft, and they hold on tight to my knee and pull my leg to drape it over hisp. I tense, his name on my lips, to ask him what he''s doing when he trails his fingers up my thigh and right to my clit.


    I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. Zaid looks back at me, narrowing his eyes and


    then looking at Jake.


    But Jake is watching the movie, his face serious and hard like he isn''t rubbing circles around my clit. Zaid returns his attention to the movie, but his shoulders are tense, his


    jaw clenching.


    Jake moves his hand slowly, his fingers soft. Nothing about this makes me feel like he actually wants me toe. I wrap my hands around his arm and lean toward him. "Jake."


    He shakes his head once, not even looking in my direction.


    Aiden''s hand grips my other thigh and heat rushes through me. He does the same as Jake, draping my leg over hisp, but he doesn''t look for my clit.


    He plunges two fingers deep inside me and I moan, throwing my head back onto the couch. My hips jerk and I''m seeking my release, the pent up pressure already too much to


    take.


    Jake still refuses to look at me, but when I look at Aiden, he''s looking right at me. Now, I


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    feel like I have someone on my side. I lean toward him, begging with my eyes. He smiles, slightly shaking his head.


    God, the wetness is pouring out of me, my orgasm right there.


    The warmth of the nket disappears, and I gasp, turning to face Zaid. He has the nket


    in his hands, his eyes glued to where Jake and Aiden are ying with me. His eyes darken, focus sharpening.


    Fuck, yes. That''s enough to drive me over the edge. The hunger in his eyes is enough to


    take me over the edge. The attention of all three of my guys makes the adrenaline


    rush


    through me. My lips part and I feel my muscles about to contract-


    "She''s about toe," Zaid says in that beautiful, gravelly tone.


    Jake and Aiden pull their hands away, leaving me breathless andpletely unsatisfied.


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    The movie ends, and everyone sighs in relief.


    Like the pent up sexual tension is just too much for any of us to take. Aiden presses a flutter of kisses on my neck and I melt into the couch, but Jake''s hands wrap around my arm and I''m pulled to my feet.


    Flustered, I blink. The heat in my cheeks makes me feel so hot and when Jake''s fingers unbutton the shirt, I blow out a breath of relief. He pushes the shirt down my arms until it falls to my feet.


    I''m naked, skin breaking out into goosebumps. Jake watches me, pressing a soft kiss to my hip. "Kiss them goodnight."


    He stands and walks to the kitchen, leaving me with Zaid and Aiden. Aidenes up to me first, his hands cupping my face before his lips press to mine. His tongue delves into me, his hands at my waist, then my hips, then my ass.


    He pulls away, breathing heavy, his eyes are dark, lips pursed. "I''m still angry."


    My chest aches.


    "Hurt."


    "I''m sorry."


    He tucks my hair behind my ears. "We can talk tomorrow."


    I nod, and he kisses me on the forehead before walking away. Zaid''s hand sys


    on my lower back, and he turns me toward him; other hand fisting the back of my neck as he


    kisses me.


    He thrusts his hips against mine, and I moan when I feel his erection between my


    legs. "I''m gonna have to take a cold shower, love," he whispers.


    I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Think of me?"


    His nostrils re. "Always."


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    His eyes shift from mine, looking over my shoulder. I see a sh of anger cross


    his eyes and I know Jake has walked back into the room.


    "Goodnight, love." He rubs his hands down my arms as he pulls them from his neck.


    "Goodnight," I whisper, thrown off by the expression in his eyes.


    I turn to face Jake, his eyes taking me in. He devours me with his gaze, nostrils


    ring and jaw clenching. I chew on my lip, using everyst bit of my courage to


    not cover myself with my hands.


    With a shaky breath, I whisper. "Jake, I''m so sorry."


    His eyes lift from my legs to my eyes.


    "I really didn''t-"


    "We can talk about itter," is all he says. He makes his way around the couch


    and sits in front of me. I swallow, suddenly nervous.


    My eyes are glued to his face, but I see his hands move. I hear the sound of his


    zipper and belt buckle opening.


    "Kneel."


    I do. Right in front of him. Between his legs. I say nothing as he grabs the back of


    my head. He watches me, eyes hooded, and I keep my eyes on him even as he softly rubs the head of his cock along the seam of my lips. My mouth waters, the plug in my ass suddenly making me feel full.


    He smells divine. Masculine and clean. I feel myself turn wet, but I keep my


    expression


    neutral.


    Jake licks his lips. "Open your mouth."


    I do. Everything he says, I do.


    "Keep your eyes on me."


    "Don''t touch yourself."


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    "Don''t move."


    "I move you."


    The anticipation in me builds up, and my mouth continues to water. It''s been too


    long since I''ve had him in my mouth. He answers my desires, pressing his cock


    between my


    lips.


    I breathe, opening my mouth wider.


    He moans, continuing to push in. I''m holding on by a thread, swallowing to stop


    the sudden need to gag.


    "Fuck, baby."


    I watch him, keeping my eyes on his hooded ones. He loosens his hand on my


    hair for a second before tightening it and then pulls out, thrusting back in. I moan,


    and he feels the vibration throwing his head back.


    I see his throat move. He''s trying to regain his control, but I know that is


    impossible when he lowers his head and I see that crazy hunger in his eyes.


    He grunts, holding the back of my head with both hands.


    It''s the only indication I get before he thrusts into me relentlessly. He uses his hips


    and moves my head at the same time. It stings, my breath leaving me and tears


    streaming down my face.


    It burns, but it burns so good.


    I''m dripping onto the floor from how wet I am and my fingers twitch on my thighs. I


    can''t


    touch myself.