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Oh, he looked so wounded, I couldn't bear it. "You were the best I've ever had, okay?" My face was on fire, and I couldn't look at him.

"You're just saying that..." he started. "Wait, are you blushing?" He grinned.

Oh, bury me now! My cheeks trembled, and I ducked my face into my hands. What the hell was the matter with me? I didn't get this way after sex. I was rarely even shy.

This must have been what it was like to be in love and vulnerable. Ugh. It was uncomfortable.

"Aw. Come here," he teased me before pulling me into his arms, grinning. Pulling my hands away from my face, I hooked them underneath the side of my head, resting on his chest. I was a grown woman, damn it. It wasn't fair he got to turn me into putty. Still, my cheeks hurt from smiling. Ah, just stop fighting it. Enjoy your bliss.

Kissing the top of my head, he hugged me tighter. "You have nothing to be embarrassed over. You're also the best I've ever had."

"Ah yeah, whatever. Now, you're the one who's just saying that." I grinned.

He tilted my head toward him. "No, I'm not." He kissed me deeply. We sighed into each other, and I ran my hand over his face and through his hair. He pulled the blanket away from his hips and rolled on top of me. "In fact, I think I'm ready for round two." He grinned.

Laughing and panting as he kissed my neck and kneaded my bare ass beneath my dress, I groaned. "But my mom's gonna need dinner soon."

"One of the guys can handle it." He ground against me, his phallus hardening. He licked my lips, and I moaned, growing wetter by the second.

He eased up and looked around for his pants, pulling out his cell phone. With it by his ear, he pulled my nipple between his teeth. I tried to suppress my moan, but I couldn't. He smiled, kissing between my breasts.

"Oh. Hey, Ryan." My stomach tightened at the sound of his name. Eric moved his hand toward my wet pussy, and the flutter of his hand brushing up against my swollen lips had me trembling and gasping. "Think you guys can whip something up for Lily's mom? We're still a little distracted." He winked at me. "I'll hand her the phone to give you instructions."

Wait, what? Oh!

Eric dipped his head between my legs as I tried not to moan into the phone. But as soon as Ryan spoke, it was like adding gasoline to fire. He cleared his throat, but it did nothing to remove the rasp from his tone.

"Lily," Ryan breathed as Eric feasted on me.

"Oh, fuck." My voice wobbled.

"Tell him about the dinner for your mom." Eric pulled his mouth away from my center and leaned over me to whisper against my neck as he thrust his fingers inside me.

"Oh... my... fuuuuck." I spasmed as Ryan swore on the other end of the line. The phone freaked out as I gripped it tighter, my fingers all over the screen. When I found my voice again, my cheeks burned from moaning aloud into Ryan's ears as Eric listened. But he was the one who handed me the phone; did he want this to happen? I wondered about Ryan's reaction. Did he touch himself?

"Um..." My lips shook as Eric grinned above me, nudging me to finish the conversation with Ryan so he could get back to fucking me. I tittered into the phone. "I... uh... have some containers in the fridge, labelled 'dinner.' Can you heat that up for me? Or is that too much? Wait, I can't ask you guys to feed her." I groaned, looking at Eric's revived erection and needing it inside me. But my mother could be stubborn when it came to eating. It'd take experience and patience. "It'll be too much work."

Eric frowned and sighed, sitting on his legs, resigned to whatever his fate might be.

"Uh, it's okay. We can do it," Ryan grunted before hanging up the phone in my ear. Shame, I wanted to leave it next to me so he could hear Eric fuck me. Was I playing with fire?

Chapter 27

Eric

It didn't take a genius to see that she was into Ryan. The tightening around my shaft at the sight of him, the wicked glint in her eyes at the sound of his voice, the full-fledged rippling of her body and the arching of her back as she moaned into his ear. If I were another man, I'd have been offended and hurt. I expected that's the way I'd feel if she let any other man get close to her. But I was surprised at the clenching of my own belly and loss of control over my body as I gripped her hips and exploded in her tight pussy, the thought of them both fucking while I watched, the catalyst.

"That was incredibbble." She fell flat on her stomach, convulsing as I rolled off next to her.

It was. I thought our reunion sex was the best I'd ever had. When I woke up this morning and realized it wasn't a dream, I thought that was also the best sex I'd ever had. But this here, seeing her react to my best friend that way as I fucked her? Mind-blowing. Sex with her just kept getting better and better. But what did that say about me? That I'd like to share her with my friend.

Ask any straight man what kind of threesome they'd want, they'll tell you two women, and he's the only guy. Ask me, and I'm hard thinking about her pussy being stretched by one of my friends. Sharing the woman I love with a guy I love and trust, it scared me how naturally the thought occurred to me. It scared me because I wasn't sure if it meant I loved her enough. If I did, I'd want her all to myself.

Or was that possession? Holding her back from experiencing more because I thought I owned her? Sure, I didn't want to lose her, but I got pleasure from watching her experience pleasure, from feeling her body react to the pleasure she was receiving, and from hearing her nasty moans. The thought of having the privilege of hearing her make sounds she'd never make with me was steaming, Ryan fucking her while she sucked on my cock.

"Why are you so quiet?" She snuggled into me. "What are you thinking about?"

"Huh?" I smiled at her, pulling myself away from the scene playing out in my head.

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