Page 98 of Unforgettable

“No, Josh,” I cut him off, rushing out the words. My heart broke at the concern marring his features. Concern that I’d put there, diminishing the light and hope in his eyes. “I want you, too. And this isn’t me choosing at all. This is me… this is me trying to break down the walls that we’re all so eager to build.”

His torment waned slightly, and so I said the only thing I knew with my entire body and heart. Something I’d only recently given myself permission to contemplate. “I need you, Josh. Ineed… both of you.”

Out of everything I was feeling, of that, I was certain—that I needed them both. I wanted them both again.

Finally, a smile graced his full lips, and I couldn’t stand not to kiss him. An unfamiliar optimism coursed through me. But as quickly as our kiss began, Josh pulled back and pushed a few stray strands of hair that had fallen from my bun back away from my face.

“Do you want to make a bet about how long it takes for him to break?”

“Ten minutes.”

“Five,” he countered and instead of shaking on our bet, we sealed it with a kiss. A kiss that led us to my nearly empty bed. We collapsed onto it, all tongues and lips and teeth. He smelled like the beach after it rained. And I wanted to drag it out and feel all the ways Josh could touch me and wind me up. He was so good with his hands and long, skilled fingers, but we were on a time limit.

And I had a feeling we’d have plenty of opportunities in the future to take it slow.

I didn’t let him settle between my legs like he wanted to. Instead, I slipped under his arm and pushed his shoulder. He landed on his back with a curious smile and I planted myself between his thighs. He propped himself up with a decorative pillow we’d left behind earlier.

Until I began fumbling with his belt, I didn’t realize my hands were shaking slightly.

I’d been so confident in my speech to Josh because I knew if he sensed any amount of hesitation, he would’ve told me we could find another way. Which might have been possible, but the plan I’d concocted felt like the quickest way.

I knew both of these men better than anyone, and my gut told me to do it. My gut told me to suck Josh’s cock and put on a hell of a show for Reed.

My fingers pulled the button of his jeans free, but his hands stopped me.

“Take your shirt off,” he said, our eyes meeting. “And then your sweats. It’ll be a much better picture when he walks in here, your ass up in the air while my cock is in your mouth.”

I liked his thinking and quickly shed my loose tank top, thankful I’d put on one of my more attractive sports bras when I changed. It was a black front-zip bra that pushed my boobs up higher than normal.

I tossed my shirt to the side of the bed and ungracefully yanked my sweats off next.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” Josh murmured as I worked his zipper down and slid his jeans off his legs.

I smiled under his praise and pressed my palm against his large erection. He was already straining against his black boxer briefs, and he hissed at the pressure, pushing up into my hand.

As his body eagerly searched for more, I heard Reed’s conversation a little louder at the front of the apartment. I knew he was nearing the end of the call, so I pulled the boxer briefs off at the same time Josh tugged his shirt over his head.

I licked my lips at the sight of him—the head dripping with precum and the veins running along his shaft, thick and pulsing.

My fingers wrapped around the base of his strong, proud cock, and I let my tongue sweep up his slit, licking the bead of precum and relishing the salty taste. And as much as I wanted to tease him, I wanted him in my mouth.

I sucked the thick tip, swirling my tongue around it before pushing him deeper. I found my pace easily, letting my hand move up and down in tandem with my mouth. He was soft yet heavy against my tongue, and his fingers appeared against my cheek, tracing the outline of my lips stretched around him.

His touch was reverent, and I was lost to the motion and feeling until footsteps sounded behind me.

Josh stiffened underneath me, but I didn’t stop. I ran my free hand along his thigh, hoping my touch was soothing as I lifted my eyes to watch his face. He was in a stare down with Reed, and I tried not to smile around his dick.

“Well, this doesn’t look like grabbing more blankets and pillows,” Reed said. I assumed he’d stopped in the doorway based on how far away his voice still sounded.

With a louder-than-necessary pop, I popped off of Josh and threw him a wink before looking over my shoulder at Reed.

My breath caught at the sight behind me. He was cloaked in darkness, leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. There was a playful smirk tugging at his lips, and his eyes were hooded.

“There’s a chair in the corner: a front-row seat.”

“Is that so?” he asked, raising one dark eyebrow in question.

“It is,” I said, turning back to Josh, who watched me slip my tongue over his head and lick up his shaft from balls to tip in one long swipe. “It’s going to be great. You won’t want to miss it.”

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