“I’m glad he heard us,” he tells me, and my cheeks flush with heat. “Because now he knows what he’s really up against.” Vic laughs from behind me, but I ignore him in favor of Aaron. When your first love tilts your chin up, his green eyes flecked with gold and starlight, you don’t pay attention to any other man. Instead, you kiss him and savor the sweetness on your lips.

Our mouths fit together like puzzle pieces, and I let my body go slightly limp as Aaron holds me against him and kisses me like the fairy-tale prince I’m always joking about, the one that Callum looks like but could never be. He’s too twisted on the inside, a fact about him that I love, but … makes him unable to take over this role.

No, this role belongs to Aaron Fadler.

I’m really starting to sink into Aaron’s kiss when I feel hot fingers on my upper arm. Even through the thick fabric of the hoodie I’m wearing. Victor’s touch burns me to ash.

“You think that’s the proper way to kiss a girl?” Vic asks, snorting derisively. “Like you’re asking permission for her to love you? No fucking way.” Aaron pulls back slightly, eyes narrowed over my shoulder. I turn when Vic gives a gentle tug on my arm and find myself swept up into his strong embrace.

Victor grabs me by the back of the neck, holding onto me possessively as he covers my mouth with his own, claiming me with his teeth and tongue. I sag against him, but it isn’t just Vic who’s touching me. Aaron’s hands find their way to my hips, and his mouth presses gentle kisses to the hickey he left on my neck earlier.

Each man by himself is a carnal treat. Juxtaposed against one another? Their best qualities come to the forefront.

“I can’t stand up,” I whisper against Vic’s lush mouth.

“You don’t need to,” he replies as he pushes my body against Aaron’s, so that I’m trapped between their muscular forms, drowning in tattoos and sweet heat. Jesus fucking Christ.

“You said plaything,” I whisper, and Vic laughs at me, lifting his head to look up at Aaron. I’m not exactly sure what they’re communicating in those gazes of theirs, but they’ve been working as a unit for years. Daresay, their communication skills are better together than they are with me.

“I did, didn’t I?” Vic asks, and then he and Aaron both encourage me to move over to the bed. I sit down hard as they stand in front of me, shoulders nearly touching. “I’m not gay, but you’re lucky because I eat homophobes for breakfast. I don’t give a shit if we touch on accident.” Victor glances Aaron’s way for a moment before turning back to me. “Scoot on up that bed.”

Vic tears his shirt over his head, going for his sweatpants next. He shoves them over his muscular hips, revealing that beautiful dick of his. Aaron does the same, chucking his clothes, so that when they both climb up on the bed with me, they’re completely nude.

“I don’t think it’s fair that you’re still wearing clothes,” Aaron tells me, sucking on my earlobe and then nibbling at my throat. Vic’s already one step ahead, shoving my hoodie up, so he can have access to my breasts. His mouth descends on one, hot tongue swirling around my nipple. He pulls back slightly, lips brushing against me as he responds to Aaron.

“At least there’s one thing we can agree on,” Vic murmurs, and then he bites down on my nipple and I let out a small scream. Pleasure coils in my chest as I gather Vic’s head to my breasts, squeezing him tightly against me.

Not willing to be undone by his rival, Aaron slides his hand into my sweatpants and uses the mess we made earlier to caress me with his fingers. I’m still soaking wet, still haven’t had a chance to clean up. It’s dirty and raw and oh so deliciously carnal.

“I can’t get my clothes off with you two teasing me like that,” I groan, writhing underneath them. Vic pulls back slightly as Aaron slows the tantalizing brush of his fingers.

“Truce for long enough to get her naked?” Aaron asks, and Vic shrugs.

“Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

Victor tears my hoodie over my head and tosses it aside while Aaron takes care of my sweats, yanking them down my hips and pausing only briefly so I can kick my boots off. My skin feels like it’s on fire, and I’m glad to be free of the fabric. I’d much rather have Vic’s and Aaron’s hands all over my skin instead.

This time, when Aaron goes to slip a finger inside of me, Victor is right there with him. I end up with one finger from each boy stirring up heat and friction between my thighs.

They stare at each other over my naked form, gazes clashing.

“You sure you can handle my breed of asshole, Fadler?” Vic taunts, but Aaron just smirks in response.

“You sure you can deal with the fact that I was first, and I always will be? You can never take that from me, Vic.”

There’s a moment of stillness before Victor very slowly, very carefully drops his mouth back down to my breast, eyes locked on Aaron. On the other side, Aaron does the same, and I end up with both my nipples trapped in hot, hungry mouths.

My hips buck against their hands as they pleasure me with their fingers, managing to keep their movements fairly synchronized despite the tension in the room. Aaron is the first to use his thumb on my clit, making my achy body throb and pulse in response. I still haven’t totally recovered from having sex with Aaron at the drive-in. I feel supercharged right now, insatiable.

Probably a good thing considering the word Havoc has five letters, right?

There must be some mischievous goddess watching over me, making sure I really can handle five hot-blooded assholes.

“Don’t be selfish, Aaron,” Vic challenges from across my naked body. “You can’t have her clit all to yourself.”

“I’m surprised you even know what or where a clitoris is. Your thing is wham, bam, thank you, ma’am, isn’t it?” Aaron retorts, sliding down my body to put his lips where his fingers just were. Victor withdraws his own hand, leaving it up to Aaron to pleasure me between the thighs. But the look on Vic’s face promises he’d be just as happy to do damage elsewhere.

“Your little boyfriend sure does like to walk the line, doesn’t he?” Vic retorts, rolling away for a brief second to dig through the nightstand drawer. He returns with a bottle of unopened lube, twisting the top off and removing the seal. “Gift from Hael,” he grunts, and I swear, I’d smile if Aaron weren’t pumping his fingers into me and sucking on my clit at the same time. “But we don’t ever need this for that slick pussy of yours, now do we?”

“Shut up,” I groan, but I’m literally drowning in bliss here, so I suppose I can’t complain. Aaron is the angel on my shoulder; Victor is the devil. Having them at the same time is a fantasy I was certain could never come true. Yet … here we are.

Vic screws the top back onto the lube and then pours a generous amount across the pale mounds of my breasts. It takes me a second to try to figure out what his game is here. I should’ve just assumed it was something nasty, considering it’s Victor fucking Channing.

“Hold your tits for me, your majesty,” he quips as Aaron raises his head up just slightly to look at us.

“You’re not really going to do that, are you? How does that help her at all, you fucking prick?”