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Instead, he watches me come down off my high, and tucks his thick cock away in his jeans. Once I’ve stopped trembling, he opens the glass door and turns off the water. He wraps me in a towel, drying me off gently, not uttering a word, his eyes full of reverence again. It feels like an act of worship, or gratitude.

When I’m dry, he guides me to my bed, pulling back the covers for me to slide in.

“Are you going to sleep with me?”

He shakes his head and smiles. “Not tonight, baby girl. We’ve got to work this all out first. I need us all to be together. Otherwise it won’t feel right.”

I swallow down my disappointment, knowing he’s right. “Well, umm... I hope you sleep well.”

“I’ll be dreaming of that pussy all night. I don’t think there’ll be much sleeping tonight.” His eyes wander over my face, and he reaches out a hand to brush his fingers down my cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I grab on to his hand, guiding his fingers to my lips to place a gentle kiss against them. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yes, you will.” He plants a brief kiss on my forehead before leaving the room.

I stare at the ceiling for a long time, trying to make sense of everything that happened today. My heart is a complicated mess, and my head can’t keep up at all. But I tell myself that everything that needs to happen, will happen.

As long as I have the two of them, it doesn’t matter.

Nothing else matters.

Just us.

CHAPTER 14

LEVI

My cock is almost protestingby the time dawn begins to filter through the curtains. No amount of lube can soothe the fucking chafe that has formed along my sensitive skin. With a huffed breath, I throw myself back on the bed, feeling sticky and disgusting, needing a shower but unable to bring myself to wash off the feeling of the past night.

Stella, my Stella,myperfect girl - fuck, watching her come, watching her split open and unbutton me at the same time, tearing out my heart and mind and my fuckingsoul.It was just sex - well, it wasn’t even that. It was just mewatchingher, and it was a fucking religious experience. I can’t even imagine what it will feel like when I’m inside her, when I feel that pussy coming on my cock, when I feel that hot, panting mouth wrapped around me.

These thoughts don’t do anything to calm my raging erection, and I decide that I really do need that shower.

But before I can move off the bed, the door opens, and Dylan walks in. He’s dressed in shorts and a black shirt, drenched in sweat, his chest pounding.

“What happened to you?” I ask, sitting up and pulling a sheet over my obscenely red and swollen cock.

He gestures to the door and nods. “I ran. For a long time. I needed to, uh.” He sucks in a breath. “Run.”

“Yeah, that was probably a good idea.”

He takes in my appearance, and frowns. “So you and Stella, you…”

I shake my head as he trails off. “No. We didn’t have sex.”

He lifts an eyebrow, shifting on his feet. “No? Why?”

“Because we don’t want to hurt you.”

Both his eyebrows shoot up, and he scoffs out a laugh. “You’re joking, right?”

“No.”

“I guess I don’t have a right to be mad even if you did.” He rubs a hand across his sweaty brow. “I’m a fucking hypocrite, huh?”

“You’re just surprised.”

“I just always…” He clears his throat, holding out his hands in front of him. “You two, you know, you’re… You’ve always been like brother and sister in my eyes. So this, I mean, this… Yeah, I’m fucking surprised.”

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