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Ya know. I was right.

This really is the best Christmas ever.

Part Two

Pink Valentine

Chapter Twelve

Phoebe

My name is Phoebe Pink, and I have two boyfriends.

It’s hard to fathom, I know. I can hardly believe it most nights myself, but as the sun goes down on Manhattan and I curl under the covers, I’m not alone. I’m never alone.

Max Monahan on my left. Thad Hemsley on my right.

They’re best friends. They share everything, including my heart. My body, too. Usually at the same time.

But not tonight.

Thad groans softly behind me, each deep thrust coupled with another sharp breath of pleasure. His fingers dig into my hips, clamped so hard they’re sure to leave bruises. But I don’t care. Nothing excites me more than seeing evidence of our lovemaking on my skin.

I grip the pillows beneath me, climax building fast. No man has ever fucked me like Thad Hemsley. He is rough, but tender, driven by nothing more than the urge to make me come as hard as possible. My pleasure is his pleasure, and I happily place every piece of myself in his experienced hands.

“Your pussy…” Thad says, his breath heavy and wild, “is so fucking…”

I chuckle, shaking on all fours. “What?” I ask.

“Tight.” He thrusts deep in me from behind and we both shudder so much it shakes the bed. “Fuck, Pheebs…”

I stuff the corner of my pillow into my mouth as I moan. “Erm shho crroshh.”

Thad slows his thrust. “What?”

“Neeer!” I spit the pillow out. “I said I’m so close. Don’t stop!”

He stops. He fucking stops.

“Thad,” I whine, glancing over my shoulder. “Don’t—“

“If you come, I’ll come,” he says as he gives my ass a squeeze. “Let’s slow it down.”

I crush my face into the pillow again, frustrated.

“Hey,” Thad pinches my hips. It hurts, but not enough for me to protest. “Look at me.”

A shiver dances down my spine. I turn to look over my shoulder, meeting his gaze in the dark bedroom. A mix of moonlight and city lights shine in through the window, illuminated his hard pecs and abs. Without thinking, my eyes draw a line down, down, down.

I lick my lips, a natural response.

“You think the best is over?” he asks, his voice dipping into a low growl. He thrusts once, his cock still rock hard and deep inside of me. I lurch in pleasure. “You think I won’t have you screaming again in five minutes?”

“I—“ He thrusts. I moan. “I know you will.”

He smacks my ass.

I tremble. “Thad…”

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