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Amanda’s small hands joined Josh’s in outlining every muscular valley over my torso, and I leaned down, planting my hands and then my forearms on either side of her head.

Our breaths mixed, and I licked at her open mouth before driving into her harder and faster. They were my world. Everything revolved around them, and I was lucky to have found myself caught between them.

The bed dipped beside us, and Josh weaved his arm beneath Amanda’s head, keeping her from moving higher up the bed as I fucked her senseless.

He licked up her neck and littered open-mouthed kisses over her jaw. He kissed her with a longing I craved to feel, too, and as if he read my mind, he turned his lips to me. He kissed me with the same passion as I felt his hand travel between me and Amanda. With practiced ease, he found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and played it in effortless circles, in sync with each of my thrusts.

Amanda cried out and lifted her hips, searching for an angle that would drive me deeper. Josh broke our kiss to look down at her and kiss the flushed skin of her cheeks.

“We’re never going to get enough of you,” he whispered against her skin. “I can’t believe we went without you for so long, and now we have to make up for lost time.”

I could feel my release building at the base of my spine. And as my balls drew up, there was a definitive tightening in her walls as her breathing became even more shallow. Her chest heaved and her eyes were unfocused even when she tried to listen to Josh.

“And there are so many things we want to do to you.Fuck,I want to…” He brushed his nose over her cheekbone and ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. She shivered in response and gasped when he nipped at her collarbone and continued lower until he took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked until she gushed all over my cock and then he bit down, and I watched pure ecstasy sweep across her face.

In the same moment, her walls tightened around my cock, and she sucked me deeper. Every inch of her body shook as she barreled headfirst into an endless orgasm. I held deep inside of her, letting her use my entire length to wring every drop of pleasure she could.

“I want to fuck you,” Josh finally continued, releasing her nipple and kissing her lips between her panting, labored breaths. “And while I fuck you, Reed is going to fuck me. My cock is going to be buried so deep in your sweet little pussy while Reed’s cock is buried in my ass.”

And the orgasm I knew was on the horizon was suddenly barreling down my spine until I was pumping my release deep into Amanda. The mental images of what Josh described were pure and utter torture and euphoria.

It was all I ever wanted—the three of us so inexplicably intertwined that we couldn’t decipher where one ended and the other began.

It was seconds—possibly minutes—before I returned to my body and my breathing steadied.

It almost physically hurt to remove myself from Amanda, but I did—I pulled out and flopped on her other side.

I glanced down just in time to see a sated smile on her face, and my chest rose with the knowledge we’d put it there.

FORTY-TWO

Amanda

The warm airgreeted me when I opened my apartment door. Warm air and the sound of the shower running at a little past five a.m.

I turned and locked the door behind me, throwing both my heels and my bag under the entry table before I headed to the kitchen. Impatiently, I waited for my coffee to dispense and suspiciously eyed the closed bathroom door.

He was finally back. And up early. Or late.

I knew Adam was flying in the night before, and after he quickly refused my ride from the airport, I let him know that I wouldn’t be home and I’d see him the following day. I just wasn’t prepared for him to be awake at five in the morning when the guys—both of them—dropped me off on their way to the gym for a quick, early morning workout.

My coffee finished brewing, and I topped it with some creamer as the shower shut off. The bathroom door opened at the same time I closed the refrigerator door and pivoted toward my room.

“Morning, roomie!” I said in a faux-chipper voice. Adam stopped dead in his tracks like he’d just seen a ghost.

“Hey, sis. Long time, no see,” he muttered and scrubbed a hand through his soaked hair.

“I know, I can’t wait to hear all about California—” My words disappeared as I neared Adam and noticed the darkness underneath his left eye and the cut above his eyebrow and along his cheekbone. “What—what the hell happened?” I stuttered and reflexively reached out and brushed the dark blue, nearly black bruising. My fingers brushed the small bandage covering his nose, and I slowly scanned over the rest of his face and chest, looking for any other injuries.

My mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario, and I could feel the panic bubbling up.

“I uh… I…” he struggled. He chewed the inside of his cheek, then looked down and to the right.

He was lying. Adam had the same tell since we were kids, and I’d had years andyearsof practice with it.

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I seethed, and thankfully, he actually looked a little scared.

For a second, I watched his face morph as he contemplated which story to tell, but I held my ground. His sigh was one of defeat.

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