Page 80 of Finish Line

I shiver, the slimy feel of Evan’s hands still coating my skin. “Make him go away.”

Both guys freeze.

“Who?” Concern laces through Cam’s voice.

My body shakes. “Evan. He said I’ll never be rid of him. That I’ll remember him every time someone touches me, every time I have sex.” Bile rides its way up my throat, but I choke it and a sob down. “I want to make him go away.”

“Okay, beautiful,” Cam says. “Tell us what we can do?”

Mav slides closer to me but doesn’t touch me yet. Neither of them has. “How can we help, princess?”

“Make love to me,” I plead.

Cam shakes his head. “Oh, Shelby, I don’t know if we should.”

“He took something from me that I enjoy. I want to take it back. It’s time for me to take my life back, Cam.” I reach out and slip my hand under Cam’s shirt. I run my hand over his chest, then pinch his nipple.

“Augh,” he moans.

“Now, are you two going to help me or not?” A bit of desperate anger leaks through now that I’ve made up my mind.

Cam and Mav stare at each other. “If you’re sure, we’re here for you.”

Cam moves away from the headboard toward where I still sit at the end of the bed. He reaches out, cupping the cheek Evan touched in my dream. I sigh as his touch erases Evan’s.

Mav lies back on the bed, arms spread out wide. “I’m yours to use.”

I snort. “You’re a dork. A cute one, but still a dork.”

Cam places his other hand on my face, turning me toward him. “You can tell us at any time to stop. Do you need a safe word?”

I nod. “Burnout.”

Cam crooks his finger at Mav. “Come here.”

Mav sits up and moves to his knees as Cam grabs the back of his neck and slams their mouths together. Mav moans, wrapping his arms around Cam.

Turned on by their kissing, my body heats.

When they break the kiss, their eyes are blown.

Cam holds one arm out, and I crawl over to them. He slides my shirt off, and Mav hums his approval.

Both kiss my neck, working their way down my collarbone and across my chest, meeting in the middle above the swell of my breast. They kiss each other again, then each of them takes one of my breasts in their mouth, licking and sucking, alternating soft and sharp bites on my pebbled nipples, making me gasp.

Mav pops off my breast and lies down on the bed again. “You’re in control, baby. Let Cam do his thing first.”

Mav grins salaciously, winking at me.

Cam bites my nipple one last time as he pulls off. I grab his head and pull him into a fiery kiss. When I pull away, he reaches over to the side table, opens the drawer, and removes a tube of lube.

I quirk my eyebrow.

“I like to be prepared.” Cam smirks.

Cam moves between Mav’s legs. He lubes his fingers, pushing one into Mav. When Cam adds another finger, Mav’s eyes roll back in his head. I can’t help myself. I lean over and take Mav’s dick in my mouth.

“Aww, Christ, you’re trying to kill me,” Mav groans out.

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