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They both cried out, ecstasy making them stumble. She hung onto him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her head into his neck. He looked up to the bright blue sky as if begging for the strength to hold himself off and used her ass to slam her against him. The sliding glass doors were there to catch them as they sought stability and he railed that pussy until she was screaming her release.

"Fuck, Ryan. Fuck. I missed you," Lily finally said.

"Damn it. Fuck. You shouldn't say those things. Oh, shit," he grunted, emptying himself inside her.

I sat, dazed at what I'd just witnessed.

Chapter 57

Lily

"Hey, I'm kind of feeling like a third wheel here," Matt said from behind me.

Ryan hadn't stopped kissing me since we had sex on the balcony. I didn't want him to.

"Is this happening for real, or am I fantasizing about you for the thousandth time since we've been apart?" He pulled back to look into my eyes before allowing his gaze to follow his hand down the length of my arm.

"What would you prefer it to be?" I smiled at him.

Listen, when you're in love, in bliss and floating on a dream cloud, you're entitled to ask stupid, cheesy questions.

"Real." He scooped his hands beneath my arms and wrapped them around his neck so he could hold me tighter.

"Me too," I confessed.

Yes, I knew this was stupid. It went against everything I had told myself that I wouldn't repeat. But, damn it, this was so right. The safety of his arms wrapped around me, our legs intertwined, our breathing matching each other's paces, couldn't be an illusion. I didn't want to do the right thing right now. My only hope was that it wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass. Speaking of biting me in the ass — Matt, greedy for our attention, scooted into my back and surprised me with his already sturdy manhood. His hand slipped between us to grip my breast, and Ryan groaned. I grinned.

"Oh, don't mind me," Matt murmured against my neck. "I just can't resist you lying there like this. It's been two days without you and I have a lot to make up for."

"Ha!" Ryan scoffed. "Two days? Nice try. Try going weeks without Lily."

"Mmm. There's enough of me to go around, guys. No need to fight. Especially when you neglected me for two days to BE WITH Ryan." I shoved my backside against Matt and tugged Ryan closer, grinning.

Ryan didn't grin. His eyes grew stormy and he took my chin.

"I don't want to ever have to do that again. I promise, I'll never fuck up again. I'll do my best to be the best man I can be for you. And I know that if I don't, these guys will fuck me up."

"That's right," Matt growled, his hand pulling me tighter against him.

"And I know worst of all, I'll have to live without you. Fuck..." Ryan paused and scooted in closer. "That's the worst fate." He dropped his head to mine, brushing our noses together. "Man, I missed you."

There was a crack in his voice that made me pull back to search his face. The storm in his eyes produced precipitation, but he blinked them shut before I could catch the rainfall. Instead, he showered me with salty kisses that had me wrapping my arms around his back, re-familiarizing myself with the shape of his body, the softness of his skin, the smell of him.

"Hmm. Ryan," I moaned as Matt's hand crept down my belly and toward my clit. "Umm. Matt." I turned to give him a kiss. Ryan's mouth came down on my nipple and he swung my leg over his hips. I was twisted up like a pretzel and being savored like one too.

"So, those videos," Matt murmured in my ear, stroking me silly as Ryan lapped at my skin. "What were you going to do with them?"

"Fuck," I panted, writhing against them both.

"Were you going to touch yourself to them, pretty?" he asked as Ryan's lips traveled lower.

"Mmm." I bit my lip and nodded. Ryan threw Matt's hand aside and Matt swore.

The bed jerked and Matt left us. I didn't have time to miss him when Ryan's mouth found my center.

"Oh, my fuck. Your tongue is so soft," I moaned, as his licks found their way deep inside me and up my spine, teasing me with a pleasure that played evasive games. Slow and powerful.

My hips couldn't help themselves, chasing my building pleasure against his face. There wasn't much of his hair to grab onto, but I stroked it with the sort of gentle fire stoking through me.

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