Page 62 of Eternally Devoted

When she’s done, she uses the same hand to grab my cock and give me a tight squeeze as our mouths come together.

Her lips are so soft and pliable, her moan so sweet that it hurts my groin. She pulls back, and even takes a few steps backward. Linking her hands together in front of her groin, she blinks between the two of us, not speaking.

I know what she wants.

I want it too.

I also know I have to make the first move.

Turning, I face Sterling, whose cheeks are flushed, strawberry hair rumpled, the stubble along his jaw unkempt and thick. Despite the fact that nerves have stolen my breath, I reach out, and stifle a groan as I wrap my hand around his cockhead, lean in and kiss him.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

MY OTHER SWEETHEART.

Juniper

Watching Dash kiss Sterling while touching him? Holy heck. To say it’s hot would be to devalue what it is, which is erotic, intoxicating and enthralling.

They’ve wanted to be together for so long, I’ve felt it, I’ve witnessed it. Lingered looks, slow-to-fade smiles, thoughtfulnotes, simple texts, quick phone calls, leaving special things for each other, remembering everything important to the other. Everything that transpires between two people deeply in want of one another.

Sterling, before Dash, lived alone for a long time, and often only had his brother around. He’s not used to affection and adoration, despite the fact he’s great at giving it.

He needs to be eased into the ideas that we want him and he can have us, two things he’s clearly been struggling with since the other night.

I wasn’t surprised when he walked out after our confession.

Dash’s hand comes to rest on the side of Sterling’s throat, his thumb resting tenderly over his pulse point. He strokes there, feeling Sterling’s nerves and angst. I know he feels it because I can see it, thrumming and pumping beneath his skin.

Still gripping Sterling’s cock with his other hand, he pulls back and I stand there, watching as their chests heave, their swollen lips part, a private conversation passing between their eyes.

“This feels like a dream,” Dash utters, vulnerability edging his tone.

“Why?” Sterling questions hoarsely.

“Because I’ve had this exact dream. I’ve wondered how your lips felt. How you kissed. I wondered what your breath would feel like against my face, and how you might look shirtless in bed after a long night. So either my dream has come true or I’m living in it. Either way…” he trails off, stroking Sterling one last time.

He releases Sterling and their hard cocks bob in tandem. Dash swallows and takes a timid step, causing his shaft to slide against Sterling’s.

I drape a hand over my pussy, trying to ease the mounting ache.

Dash tips his head back, blowing out a breath before looking down at his erection rubbing against Sterling’s.

Coming to stand next to them, I place my hand on Sterling’s shoulder, and appreciate the way his eyes stay on Dash’s.

“You always talk about Dash to me when it’s just us. And before I met him, he was all I heard about, wasn’t he?” I ask.

Sterling nods as Dash glances my way then back to Sterl. We’re on the brink of something, toeing the line to a life-changing night, I can feel it. And so can they.

“You always tell me what a good cop he is,” I hedge gently, moving my hand on his shoulder, kneading his nerves.

Sterling nods to confirm. “I do.” The rasp in his voice gives way to his vulnerability, and the expression on Dash’s face—full of awe and desire—has my heart hammering, my mouth dry.

“You’re always saying how thoughtful he is…” I add, looking between them.

“He never forgets anything important to me,” Sterling adds tenderly.

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