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“That was fun,” I murmur. I wouldn’t still be standing if they weren’t holding me up.

I yelp when Theo takes his hand away. But he kisses my shoulder as he gently tugs my panties down.

Leo takes off my bra, his hands instantly replacing it.

“Maybe so, but that,” he says, “was the opening act.”

Chapter 26

Leo

Winnie’s eyes are luminous as she stares at me, her mouth parted sinfully as her breast heaves in my hands. “The opening act…”

She’s crazy adorable right now, wobbly legs, her hair all mussed up, and lips begging for more. I rub her peachy pink nipple with the pad of my thumb, and slide my other hand around to grab her ass.

I pull her against me hard. The bass from the dance floor reverberates through my chest. If I dip my hips just right, I can… ahhhh. Yes. My cockhead brushes over her sweet pussy, warm and wet.

With a sweet cry, she thrusts her hips up, looking surprised by herself, like it was an involuntary reaction to the feel of me.

“Yes, love,” I encourage, struggling to keep my voice even. I need her so damn badly. I ache to angle her just right so I can push inside. “That’s right, just like that.”

My hand, squeezing her bare ass, has never felt paradise quite like this. I don’t want to intimidate Winnie tonight with my own personal double trouble dream, so I promise myself not to touch her where I want to stick my cock most.

Fuck, I’m not greedy. I’m over the moon just getting to see and touch her sumptuous round ass. It’s the perfect ripe peach. The ass that has had me entranced since I used to jerk off to thoughts of her backside in high school.

My fingers graze the soft hills of her crack and my cock twitches against her pussy. I need to pull back or I really will push my cock inside her. Maybe sex with me is what she wants, but until she asks, I won’t take that step.

Theo and I have had a pact of our own. It was something we cooked up long before this wild dream come true started. Long before we knew about Max, even. Before Winnie made it clear that she wanted us, too, Theo and I agreed that if ever the moment arose, he’d shoot his shot with her first. If she rejected him, I could try.

Our agreement gave me the permission to fantasize that I’d sought.

Truthfully, I didn’t think a night like tonight would ever be something to hope for, so the promise I made him wasn’t a big deal. But still my persistent sweet dreams about her had grown filthy over the years as I often pictured her ass in my hands, my dick being sandwiched between her cheeks. I catch Theo’s eye now. He knows I want her.

He knows it’s his turn. Ah, well.

“Angel,” Theo says as I take a step back.

She starts to protest my absence, but I don’t go far. I drop my t-shirt onto the armed chair that Winnie had vacated as I’d come into the lounge. I sit on it, and her eyes are back on my tattoo.

Her appreciative eyes on my cock are making it weep. I’m bobbing heavily, my balls aching to be emptied. With her staring down at me, licking her lips, I’ll be exploding stupid soon.

“I want…” she starts, then her words drop away and she shakes her head fretfully. I smile, because she’s staring so hard at me spreading my legs wide for her that she can’t even speak.

“Tell me, love,” I tease as I circle the head of my cock with my fist. “What do you want?”

Theo is behind her, touching her thighs, her hip, and gently guiding her closer to me.

“What do you want, Angel?” he says. He kisses her shoulder, strums his fingers over her belly. “Do you want us both at the same time? Or do you want us to take turns?”

“At the same…?” Her eyes are glazing over, and it doesn’t take much encouragement for Theo to guide her onto her hands and knees in front of me.

Her breath is hot, coming out rapidly. My balls tighten and my cock twitches at the feel of it, and when she takes me in her warm hands, I have to grit my teeth and not think about how her tongue will feel.

Her cheeks are pink and her lips are full and wet.

“Leo,” she says with a whimper, looking at me like she’s begging. Holding me like she’s praying. “I don’t know what to do…”

Even as she says it, she pumps her hand down over me, squeezing just right, and her tongue flicks out to lap at the bead that drips from the tip of my dick.

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