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Is he spanking me because of how I reacted to sitting on Griffin’s lap? Could he tell everything that was happening to me? Guilt twists my stomach.

His hand soothes where it slapped my ass. “Let it go. We’re here to have fun.”

How does he do that? How does he always make me feel alright, even when I’m freaking out?

He enters our room, maneuvering me so my legs are wrapped around his waist and his hard cock presses against my core, finally giving me the friction I’ve needed.

I moan and dig my heels into his back as he shuts the door behind us.

“You liked beating me in the game, didn’t you?” Cole says while stripping me, then turns and presses my back against the wall. His teeth run along the shell of my ear. “Griffin’s a good teacher, isn’t he? He’s good with his hands.”

All I can do is nod against his shoulder, my hips moving on their own.

Cole grips my chin, guiding me to look at him. “Good.”

He takes my mouth in demanding kisses and rocks his cock against my core, making me gasp his name.

I struggle with his belt and clumsily undo his button.

“Tell me what you need.” He pushes his pants down and lines the head of his cock with my core.

“I need you,” I gasp as he enters me.

He grips my hair, pulling my head back. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

Chapter 8

Griffin

My back’sagainst the wall as Cole fucks Eve on the other side. The vibration from their movements drives me crazy. I shouldn’t be doing this, but there’s no way I can stop. Not after she squirmed on my lap, nearly driving me insane. My cock presses painfully against my jeans, and I undo the button, freeing it, pushing the thick fabric and my boxers down my thighs. The head of my cock’s already dripping with precum, just listening to them.

Each time she moans, my body tenses, wishing I was the reason she’s making those sounds. I run my thumb along the slit, collecting the moisture before stroking down. My hand glides freely, and I groan, imagining her pussy clenching around me with each stroke. The way she’d moan as I thrust into her. Her nails dig into my shoulders until she leaves her mark. I want signs of her all over me, proof of her desire.

I want to leave my own marks, covering her with deep red hickeys and the imprint of my teeth. Fuck, I bet her nipples turn a rosy red, swelling as I suck on them. My hand moves faster with each thought, the sound of Cole fucking her coming clear through the wall.

Is he right? Will she accept both of us? Will she writhe under me as I take her hard?

My dick swells, precum leaking over my knuckles. I want to know how she tastes, how she reacts when my tongue pushes into her.

My body tenses, my grip growing firm, squeezing the head almost painfully, trying to hold off my orgasm just a little longer, but it’s no use. She cries out Cole’s name with her release, and I soak my shirt in spurts of cum.

My mind clears. I don’t feel guilty for listening in on them, especially because I know Cole did it on purpose. All I can think about is getting her under me.

Now, we just need to convince her that she wants this as badly as we do.

From the way she responded to my touch, it’s possible she already does.

I want to claim her as part of our family and never let her go.

Chapter 9

Eve

Cole raisesthe chairlift bar over our heads, and I swallow hard as I hop off the seat. Growing up in Florida, there weren’t any opportunities to go skiing. So my only experience is going a few times on the smaller ski hill in Colorado near the college. The boys have assured me we’ll be going down a green hill and I can do it.

Hesitantly, I follow them to the top of the hill, my heart racing in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Cole removes his gloves and checks my helmet strap. “You okay?”

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