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“God, Syd, you take my cock so well,” Tyler grunts as he bottoms out inside me. “Love how slick and messy you are, all full of DJ’s cum. Fuck, that’s so hot.”

“Yes, fuck me, Ty,” I moan shamelessly, hooking my legs around his trim waist.

Tyler sets a relentless pace, driving into me hard and deep. The wet squelch of him moving through DJ’s release is downright filthy and I can’t get enough. Knowing they’ve both claimed me, marked me, is the most arousing thing I’ve ever experienced.

“That’s it, squeeze my dick just like that,” Tyler growls, hammering into me faster.

DJ props himself up on one elbow beside us on the bed, watching intently as Tyler fucks me. He reaches out to thumb at my clit and my back arches off the bed, the extra stimulation sending lightning bolts of pleasure zinging through my body.

I’m reduced to pure sensation as the two men I’ve been dreaming about for months break me down. Tyler’s thick length dragging over my sensitive walls, DJ’s fingers dancing on my clit—it’s the most exquisite sensory overload.

Tyler leans down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to tangle with mine. I cling to his strong shoulders, fingernails digging into taut muscle as his hips piston faster.

“I’m gonna come, Syd,” he pants against my mouth.

My pussy clenches tight around his cock at his words. “Yes, Ty, come in me too,” I urge breathlessly, inner muscles squeezing him. “Fill me up.”

“Fuck, Syd!” Tyler cries out, slamming into me one final time before his release overtakes him. His thick length pulses and twitches deep inside me as he spills himself with a low groan.

The sensation triggers my own climax and I shatter beneath him yet again, my vision whiting out as ecstasy washes through me in dizzying waves.

DJ’s fingers stroke me through it, dragging out my pleasure until I’m boneless, trembling with aftershocks. Tyler collapses on top of me, his weight a delicious blanket I never want to take off. We lay there tangled together, hearts pounding, slick skin cooling, just basking in the afterglow.

Eventually, Tyler rolls off and I whimper at the loss, empty without him in me, on top of me. But then DJ is there, gathering me into his inked arms and pulling me to lay across his chest.

Tyler curls up around us, wrapping a strong arm around my waist and nuzzling into my neck. I snuggle between their warm, solid bodies. DJ’s heartbeat is steady beneath my cheek, his fingertips tracing idle patterns on my shoulder.

I turn my head to meet Tyler’s lips in a sweet, lingering kiss, almost unable to believe how right this all feels. How comfortable, how natural.

This is something I never could have imagined exploring with Paul, a level of intimacy and trust that I never thought possible.

In the arms of these two incredible men, I’m seen and cherished in a way I never have been before, the entirety of myself laid bare.

Can it really be this easy?

CHAPTER 26

DJ

My eyes blink open and I lay still for a moment, savoring the sweet ache of satisfied muscles and the comforting weight of Tyler and Sydney on either side of me. Memories of last night, of tangled limbs and breathy moans and ecstatic pleasure, bring a grin to my face.

I turn my head to admire the sight.

Tyler’s sandy hair is adorably mussed, his chiseled chest rising and falling evenly in deep slumber. Sydney’s raven locks are splayed across the pillow, her lush curves pressed against me deliciously.

God, they’re beautiful. How did I get so lucky?

My life has always been hockey and hookups. No strings, no complications. Catch feelings? No thanks. But this, right here...it’s different somehow. Like pieces clicking into place. Like I’ve stumbled into something real without even meaning to.

Careful not to wake them, I prop myself up on one elbow to get a better view.

The sheet has slipped down to Sydney’s waist and my fingers itch to trace the dip of her spine, to skim over the smooth swell of her hip. Tyler makes a soft sound and nuzzles into the pillow, biceps flexing. I swallow hard.

Waking up to the two of them...a guy could get used to it. But what does it mean?

We haven’t put any labels on this thing between us. Haven’t made any promises. The last thing I want to do is screw it up by overthinking or pushing for more than they’re ready for.

I’m not even sure what I’m ready for.

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