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I swear I could feel Reed’s eye roll even though I couldn’t see it. “Seriously? You want to do this right now?”

I didn’t hear anything for a moment, with the blood rushing to my head, until Reed instructed, “Hold on while I beat this guy’s ass in Rock, Paper, Scissors.”

I took his direction literally and gripped onto his trim waist as his hands disappeared from around my waist. They counted down and when Josh lost the first round, he demanded the best two out of three. I wondered if Reed could feel my eye roll, too.

Josh won the second round, but Reed won the third with a hearty “Whoop!”

“I want whiskey. What do you want, Cielo?”

“Wine!” I called out as Reed took off down the hallway, leaving Josh shaking his head to make our drinks.

In the bathroom, sleek with black tiles and slate-gray countertops, Reed carefully placed me on the cool surface and proceeded to kiss me breathless.

“I swear to God, if there are any orgasms before I get in there, then there will be hell to pay!”

Glasses clinked loudly from the living room, and I hoped I could heed his request. But Reed’s hands twisted in my hair, urging me inevitably closer, and I couldn’t help but find the very edge of the counter. I let my touch trail down Reed’s back, moaning at not only the perfect pressure of his tongue against mine but the refined contours of his muscled physique.

My hands grabbed his ass and tugged him closer until his clothed cock was rubbing against my aching center.

“Fucking hell. All of my wet dreams have come true,” Josh cursed when he entered the room, seeing Reed and I fully engrossed in our making out.

Without removing my lips from Reed’s, I reached out for Josh. Quickly, he dropped the glasses on the counter with several clinks and stepped forward at the same moment Reed carefully pulled me off the counter and set me tenderly on my feet.

The arousal pulsing through me made my entire body limp and my legs especially weak, but Josh pressed behind me. Reed called me their heaven but being cradled between the two of them was mine.

Together they lifted my dress over my head, and I turned my head for Josh to take my mouth while Reed’s hands did as promised—worshipped.

By the time Josh released me from his bewitching lips, I was light-headed. He reached over, opened the shower door, and turned on the water but quickly returned to his place behind me.

Then Reed and Josh kissed above my head while I let my hands roam over each of them. One of their hands tangled in my hair while another one fondled my breast, circling my nipple with a nimble finger and then pinching just hard enough.

They began undressing each other, and then Reed kissed me again as he cupped Josh’s cock. Josh’s hand teased the top of my panties before I moaned a plea, and he took pity on me, circling my clit in slow, tight circles. The moment my hand wrapped around Reed’s heavy shaft, Josh dipped two thick fingers inside of me, and I bucked against them.

We dissolved into a frenzy of hands and mouths and sounds. Where one of us began and the others ended felt irrelevant as we found our way into the shower under the warm spray. And when they both lifted me off the ground and plunged deep inside of me, I felt whole.

Chest to chest, Josh and I panted and gulped the same air, his arms steadfast on my thighs while Reed pressed against my back and showered us with praise and adoration.

How we’d managed to fight it for so long, I’d never know. Because I was at its mercy. Chained and coaxed into submission with easy promises of something I couldn’t have explained before. Not until I experienced it for myself. And even then, it felt impossibly big, nearly infinite, and unforgettable.

FORTY-NINE

Josh

Sam’swhite craftsman-style house could have been the seventh circle of hell for how much I wanted to be there.

She and Travis had taken Zach on a trip to Florida for Spring Break and had only arrived back in Texas that morning. It had been more than a week since I’d seen my son, and all I wanted to do was spend a few hours with him. It was technically supposed to be my weekend anyway.

But Sam was standing just on the inside of the open front door, her arms crossed over her chest and an unimpressed expression twisting her features. Like she was standing guard, she refused to let me step inside while Zach gathered his things.

“I know Amanda is living with you,” were the first words out of her mouth.

I tried not to let my shock or anger play out over my face or in my body language, but her eyebrow lifted subtly when my eyes narrowed of their own volition. I stayed silent, trying to prepare for what I assumed would be a methodical onslaught of questions and accusations. After learning that the three of us were in a relationship and Murphy’s was being sold, things had taken a turn.

“When were you planning on telling me?” she angrily whispered, hearing Zach yell he was almost ready from his room.

After the week I’d had, the last thing I wanted to do was argue with Sam.

Adam had been released from custody less than twenty-four hours after he and Will made it to the police station, but that didn’t lessen Amanda’s anxiety. She flipped between being angry with her brother or at herself for not doing more. And then she would become a ticking time bomb of anxiety and pent-up frustration.

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