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If we were in any other situation, I’d slap him and walk away for talking about me like that, but here and now? It was exactly what I wanted.

Especially when Brodie tugged me closer, wrapped an arm around my waist, and locked his gaze on mine. “I promise the last thing I want is to break you.”

When bare skin met bare skin, I nearly combusted at Brodie’s touch. He brushed his lips over mine, softly, and then again harder, and again, and again. Dozens of lingering kisses that threatened to consume me.

I didn’t have anything to hold onto but his arms, and I gripped tightly.

Brodie used his entire body to move me toward the bed, and lowered me onto the mattress, never breaking contact for more than one or two agonizing seconds.

His hard length rubbed against the inside of my thigh as he lay on top of me, kissing and nipping my lips and chin and ears and neck. I reached for his cock. The making out was incredible, but watching him suck Clint off had been foreplay and I wanted what came next.

I tugged his shaft toward me, not able to find any words.

“Condom,” Brodie muttered against my jaw.

“No condoms.” I sounded feral.

He and I had covered that online too—that I was on birth control, that we were both clean. With anyone else, it might have just been words, but with him I trusted that the exchange had been as real as everything else we’d talked about.

“Yeah, okay.” Brodie was kissing me again. Harder. Hungrier. He raised his hips enough to slide inside me.

I arched my back into the penetration, and something inside snapped at how incredible he felt, after the long, agonizing build-up of waiting.

He must feel the same, because there was no slow start. Brodie was pounding in me, and I wrapped my legs around him, helping to set a frantic pace.

Clint joined us on the bed, and lay next to me. He kneaded one breast, and drew a nipple into his mouth to lick and nibble.

The new touch pushed me closer to climax, especially combined with the sensation of Brodie striking that perfect spot in me with each thrust.

Clint dropped his hand lower, still sucking my breast, and when he brushed my clit, I whimpered and jerked. He circled and teased the swollen nub, and orgasm surged inside me, like a dam had been opened. I came hard, clenching around Brodie, pressing into Clint’s mouth, trying to get closer to both of them. Trying to become one with them.

Brodie’s grunts were punctuated. He gripped my thighs and hammered, his hips slamming against me. I knew what he sounded like when he came, but in person it was so much better. He kept thrusting as he spilled inside me, only slowing as the intensity slipped back a few notches.

Clint kissed down my chest to my stomach, and continued lower, drawing his mouth along my mound, and his tongue along Bodie’s cock as he slipped out of me.

“Let me clean you up.” Clint’s words hummed over and through me as he took Brodie’s place between my legs, and Brodie moved to lay next to me.

Brodie’s kisses were more tender than before. Soft and light. I could sink into the sensation and stay there.

The thought evaporated when Clint nipped my inner thigh, then kissed higher, I gasped into Brodie’s mouth and squirmed at the feeling Clint’s tongue sliding along my skin. It was almost too much.

Almost.

My breath escaped in short pants as Clint licked along my pussy, teasing my too-tender clit, and worshiping me with his mouth. At the same time, Brodie was kissing me more and more, and kneading my breasts. Teasing my nipples with his thumb. First one then the other.

I squirmed into all the attention, not to get away, but because I didn’t know how to move to get closer to all of it.

Clint drove his tongue inside me, and all the of touches yanked me to the edge of pleasure again, holding me hostage, teasing the moment out, until I came hard. I gripped the sheets in my fists and let Brodie swallow my cries as I came.

I collapsed into the mattress as they both eased up, and the room was a blur. Or that was my thoughts.

I wasn’t sure how this became my sex life, but holy wow was it incredible.

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“Get the fuck out.” The loud shouting jarred me from my sleep, and I shot straight up in bed, my heart slamming against my chest. Where?—?

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