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Within minutes, she was there. Her orgasm helped along by Joel, who’d placed his hand between them, his finger gently stroking her clit. They knew she needed that extra touch and neither of them failed to offer it. In one short week, they seemed to know all her secrets.

Oakley came with her, her body’s undulations milking his climax, and for the first time in her life, she learned what it felt like to have someone release inside her. It was warm and sticky, and she knew right then, she’d never allow either of them to wear a condom again.

Another barrier they’d broken down.

Sadie resolved that would be the last, even as she knew that was a lie.

Again, she shoved the wayward thought away and let herself drift off to sleep, nestled between Joel and Oakley.

Chapter 5

Joel stood next to Oakley outside the door to Sadie’s apartment on Wednesday and cursed himself for being the world’s biggest idiot. He shouldn’t be here, but he couldn’t stay away.

He and Oakley hadn’t seen her since Friday night at the bunkhouse. Since the night he let his best friend lick his cock and squeeze his balls.

Neither he nor Oakley had mentioned the incident. He suspected Oakley wanted to talk about it, but he’d been too afraid of Joel’s response. Oakley was right to be scared. Even now, Joel was torn between beating the fucking shit out of him or…God…pushing the man against a wall and demanding he suck his cock for real this time.

Now he was standing outside Sadie’s house, having let way too much go unsaid. His gut was telling him to walk away right now. Turn around, get in the truck and fall into a bottle of bourbon until he was able to forget Sadie and Oakley even existed.

The rest of him—his heart, head, and dick—wasn’t going anywhere.

Sadie opened the door looking completely adorable.

A fact Oakley expressed through a wolf whistle. “Damn, Sade. I love these miniskirts of yours.”

His friend stepped inside the apartment, not stopping until he had Sadie in his arms. Joel had ceased wondering what exactly it was about watching Oakley kiss the girl Joel was in love with that turned him on so much. Some things, he figured, were simply meant to remain mysteries. Like whether or not ghosts were real, Atlantis had existed, and why the Texas Rangers couldn’t win a freaking World Series.

When the kiss continued with no sign of letting up, Joel walked inside and closed the door behind him. The sound of it drove Sadie and Oakley apart.

“Hi,” she said to Joel with a flirty grin.

“Remembered I was here, did you?”

She laughed at his joke and he realized why he was here. Because it was fun. It was easy. And because, despite all the shit rolling around in his head, he couldn’t deny that it felt right to be here. Like he belonged.

Joel had spent most of his life feeling as if he was a peripheral player. While he’d been a member of the Titans’ state championship, his position had been center. He’d basically snapped the ball to Tucker, then plowed into the first guy he saw. He’d done both jobs efficiently, but not in such a way that he got a lot of notice.

That seemed to be true of most things. Quite a few of his teammates had gone on to do amazing things with their lives—Tucker made it big in the NFL, Walt found success in Nashville, Jack worked with at-risk kids, Tyson was a doctor, Caleb had taken over the family business, and Evan kept Maris safe as a cop. Meanwhile, he was still working on Coach’s ranch, a position he’d started part-time while in high school. He’d gone nowhere and done nothing noteworthy.

“I didn’t forget you.”

Joel’s cock rose rapidly in response to her sultry wink.

Oakley, who thought with his cock and then his stomach—in that order—walked toward her kitchen. “I smell food, but I don’t see anything.”

Sadie had offered to make them dinner. “We’re not eating here.”

Joel adjusted his pants and stifled a groan. He wasn’t sure he could go out with Sadie and maintain any semblance of public decency. “We’re not?”

She shook her head and pointed toward her bedroom. “Dinner—and dessert—are in there.”

Joel grinned. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever met.

She started to walk toward her bedroom, but he grasped her hand and held her back.

“Not so fast,” Joel said. Sadie was clearly used to being the aggressor in her sexual encounters. She was also as submissive as the day was long. He’d recognized that need in her their first night together. Knowing no one had ever given her the challenge she longed for was one of the reasons he’d spent most of the past week walking around with a hard-on. He had a list of bedroom demands that would keep them busy for the next decade or so. “Take off your clothes.”

Sadie narrowed her eyes briefly. Just long enough that he thought she might balk. He secretly hoped she would. He was dying to show her how delicious punishment could be.

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