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I could fuck up tonight, and then tomorrow, I could return to how things used to be. At least, that was what I told myself.

“You’ve had a long night.” I leaned forward, so our lips nearly touched. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“It’s all I’ve thought about this summer.” She pressed her lips to mine. “Don’t make me beg.”

“I’d like to see you beg.” Rhys sucked on her earlobe. “You purr like a kitten, princess.”

Rhys shoved down her top and sucked her nipple into his mouth. And as my once archenemy made my girl feel good, I kissed her.

Grace unzipped my shorts. So impatient and greedy for more, she took my cock out and gave it a few strokes.

She peeled her lips from mine. “It has to be you, Cole.”

We were alone in the dark apartment without anyone around to catch us. And after tonight, I wanted her to experience everything life offered.

Rhys made her sit up, so he could strip off her tank top, taking his sweet ass time untying her bikini top. The fabric dropped onto her leg, and he chucked it across the room.

He bent down to lick her nipple. “Don’t pussy out, Marshall. She’s dripping on my hand, begging you to fuck her. I’d love to take your place, but she wants you.”

How did we get here?

Yesterday, I hated Rhys and was ready to kill him. Less than twenty-four hours later, they talked me into public masturbation and a threesome. Not something I wanted to check off my bucket list. But this was important to Grace, and she wanted Rhys here.

So fuck it.

Rhys tugged on her nipple with his teeth, and her eyes slammed shut. She licked her lips, pulling at the ends of Rhys’s hair as he stuck out his tongue and teased her.

I removed her skirt while Rhys played with her nipples, warming her up for me. We took turns kissing, licking, and sucking on her skin. Rhys kissed the left side of her body while I covered the right. Eventually, we both had our hands between her legs. Rhys tried to knock my hand away, but fuck him. I plunged my finger into her, right beside his.

She was mine.

“Oh, my God,” Grace whimpered, rocking her hips to meet our hands. “Both of you feel so good.”

“We need to break you in,” Rhys grunted. “Your pussy is so tight.”

“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”

Rhys planted a kiss on her lips. “At first.”

“I’ll go slow,” I told her.

She was so tight, wet, and ready for me that I was dying to be inside her. As we fucked her with our fingers, she whispered our names. And after she came for us, I grabbed a condom from my wallet and tore open the foil packet, rolling it down my length.

“Please, Cole.” Grace reached between her legs, running her hands up my chest. “Fuck me.”

I never thought I would break the rules. But staring at this beautiful woman beneath me, I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried. All my self-control went out the window the second she took off her bikini bottoms on the Ferris wheel.

There was no turning back.

Chapter Twenty-One

GRACE

It was so dark in the bedroom I could only feel them. Hear them breathing in my ear as their hands navigated every inch of my skin. I felt like I was on top of the world with Cole and Rhys.

Like I could do anything.

As Cole settled between my legs, I sucked in a deep breath. The tip of his dick rubbed up and down my wet slit. He was trying to prepare me for how much it would hurt.

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