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through labored breaths.

“Ah, fuck, baby,” Austin groaned, then drove deep and held her to him. His cock exploded inside her, driving her orgasm higher still.

She clung to him as he continued to pump inside her, keeping her on the edge of ecstasy.

Then he laughed and rolled backward onto the floor, his arm firmly around her waist. She was on top of him now, her ass in the air. She squeezed his cock, the fading embers of the orgasm still smoldering through her.

“This is really where I need your help, buddy,” Austin said. “You see, I’m done, and she’s still raring to go.”

He cupped her ass and spread her for Quinn to see. Then his cock slipped away. April was still quivering in his arms.

“Fuck,” Quinn uttered, then stood up.

She saw his boxers fall to the floor beside her, then felt him prowl over her. His hard cock stroked her wet opening, sending tingles through her again. When he drove deep into her, pleasure jolted through her again. She rested her head on Austin’s chest with a sigh. He stroked her hair to the side and cupped her head, gazing at her with a smile.

Quinn drew back and thrust deep. At the same time, he found her clit with his fingers and stroked.

She gasped at the joyful sensations surging through her.

He pumped into her steadily now, still teasing her sensitive bud. Austin kept stroking her hair while Quinn fucked her from behind. The whole thing was so wildly outrageous and exhilarating, her body vibrated with the intensity of her arousal.

Quinn’s cock drove deep again, and she moaned.

“Oh, yes, Quinn. I’m going to come again.”

“Fuck, yeah, baby. Come for me.”

At his command, her body exploded into bliss. She was swept into staggering ecstasy, and the world shattered around her.

As she moaned, Quinn surged deep again, then groaned his own release.

Although he stopped thrusting, he kept stroking her clit, keeping her orgasm going on and on.

Finally, she slowed, the pleasure fading to a warm glow. Quinn rested his head on her back, and they all drew in slow, deep breaths.

It was so warm and cozy between these two men. And she felt so well loved.

She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

* * *

April woke up with blinding sunlight flashing across her eyelids. Her head throbbed, and she just wanted to fall back asleep so she didn’t have to deal with it. She shielded her eyes with her hand and kept them closed against the onslaught.

Her head was foggy, but she knew she had to get up. For the past several months, with planning her wedding, her to-do list was always jam-packed. And the big day was …

Yesterday!

Her eyelids snapped open as a slew of memories fluttered through her brain. Of packing for the trip to Las Vegas. Of meeting Maurice at the hotel.

Oh, God, then the rehearsal dinner …

Her head ached even more as she remembered that disaster. She rubbed her temples.

As her bleary eyes focused, shock surged through her. There was a naked, masculine back facing her. Big and muscular with a small red birthmark on the right shoulder blade that looked like an eagle with its wings spread.

She sucked in a breath and realized there was an arm around her waist, too. Strong and thick. On the wrist, there was a gold watch with the iconic Rolex crown on the black face. On the back of his hand was a small scar.

Her breath caught when she saw a wedding band on the ring finger of the hand. Oh, God, she’d gone to bed with a married man? She’d never do such a thing.

The other man’s hand was draped over the covers, and she was shocked to see a wedding ring there, too.

She drew in a deep calming breath. No, she couldn’t have.

Then she glanced at her own hand and …

Red spots flickered in front of her eyes, and if she hadn’t been lying down, she probably would have fainted.

She was wearing a wedding ring, too.

She had to think, but her mind swirled in confusion.

All she knew for sure was that yesterday had been her wedding day.

And neither of these men were her fiancé, Maurice.

The arm around her waist tightened, and lips brushed the back of her neck.

“Good morning, Mrs. Taylor.”

That voice.

“Quinn?” she gasped.

She glanced over her shoulder. His lips were turned up in a lazy smile.

Then it all came tumbling back. Maurice ditching her at the hotel, leaving her with an exorbitant bill. Quinn bailing her out. Then …

Oh,