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As tight as Eric's ass was, increasing in rhythm, my dick still wanted one person. It struck me that jealousy should be ripe within me, and I'm not saying it's not. But he made the act of fucking Lily look delicious, savoring her moans, each pump, and the way her body writhed against him, her arms and legs gripping and pulling him into her with a voracious appetite for more.

"Eric," she sobbed.

He panted. His back muscles tightened together, and he groaned, tossing his hair back and out of his face.

"Shit." He gritted his teeth before twisting his head to kiss her cheek and spotted me standing aside, still clutching the door.

"What the fuck, man?!" he yelped, slamming his body down on top of Lily's, trying to shield her with his own as he reached for what he could grab of the blanket.

By the way she screamed out, I'm guessing he didn't pull out. She turned her head toward me, her face tense and red with passion, eyes darkened by lust, her lids heavy. I'm so fucking hard. She's so fucking sexy.

"What the hell, man? What are you still doing here?" he bit out.

My eyes were still on hers, unable to help myself. I struggled to speak. Why the hell did I come out here again? I'm sure it was important. My memory problems became even worse as she moved against him.

He shuddered. "Bro. I'm kind of in the middle of something here. Oh shit." His eyes became slits, and he turned them on her.

As she pulled her eyes away from mine to look back at him, the trance was broken, and I found my common sense right where I dropped it. I turned to leave but not before hearing Eric whisper to her, "I'm so sorry about that. Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you fucking dare." she panted, her cries of pleasure piercing as I shut the door behind me.

Lily

Ryan surprised me, and his erection surprised me even more, pushing at the crotch of his worn denim. His eyes were hot as they locked onto mine, as if I were his prey, and he was ready to pounce. I imagined what would happen if he did. That, together with Him and Eric would fill that empty hole deep within me, fuck me until I was spilling over in satisfaction and nothing else.

My belly had swelled with pulsating pressure, and there was no hiding it from Eric when I tightened and came apart around him. He found his groove again and came moments after pulling out of me and spilling his hot seed on my ass. Not inside me like he did last night and this morning, I noted, and I worried that I'd offended him or betrayed him.

Just an hour ago, I told him I loved him and meant it, I still did. Yet, his sexy friend standing there, hard and in need of one thing, an invitation to join, enhanced an already incredible experience. Damn, it turned me into liquid. So damn hot. Was I wrong for that?

Shit, I didn't know how this stuff worked. I knew Eric was sweeter than any man I'd met, and his mistakes were slight in comparison to guys like Marco, but he still had to have a jealous bone in his body. There had to be some part of him that hated that. Men were all about what they could own and control, in some sense. If it were Marco, my jaw would've already been broken for even glancing at Ryan.

Eric had taken it in his stride, but I'm still scared by his silence. Not that he'd physically hurt me but that he'd leave. If he were anything like Marco, I'd be begging him to leave. But where would I find another Eric? I supposed Ryan was just as sweet. All his friends were. They might be the only good ones left. But why should I have to choose between him and Ryan?

Get a grip. It's not like I could even have Ryan at all, so I don't know why I'm entertaining the thought. He wouldn't betray his best friend like that. And I wouldn't want him to.

Deciding it's better that I bite the bullet now, before Eric's decision to leave me, slaps me in the face. I sat up and grabbed a pillow for partial cover and comfort. Better to lose him now than later. He's on his back with his eyes closed, taking steady breaths, and I took a deep one, running my hand through my hair.

"Are we okay?" I asked.

He opened his eyes, frowning. "Yeah. Why do you ask?" He studied me before leaning up on his elbow to be better positioned for eye contact. "What happened? Did I do something?"

"You? No!" I rushed to reassure him.

He smiled a little, tilting his head. "Okay? So, what's up with you?"

If he's clueless, saying something will make me look guilty. My cheeks burned. I bit my tongue. I didn't have to bite the bullet right now.

"Nothing." I smiled. "It's nothing. I should probably head in and prepare dinner for Mom, shouldn't I?"

"Ready to get rid of me already? Was I that bad?" He winced.

"No." I grinned, pulling on my T-shirt dress. "You were..." My whole body heated, and I'm sure I'm blushing all over.

"Aw damn. Come on, spit it out. My ego can take it." He flopped back on his back, and I laughed.

"It's not like that." I pushed his chest. "You were good," I mumbled, nervous to feed his ego.

"Okay," he breathed. "Well, that's better than bad."

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