Page 169 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“You mean when we’re not trying to find the perfect home?” Brody frowns, but Miles knows exactly what I mean.

“I think,” he says slowly, dragging his gaze to his friend, “she’s asking what we do when she’s not here.”

“Wha- oh.” Brody’s eyebrows shoot up, his eyes wide with realization. Then the corner of his mouth draws up into a crooked grin. The change is almost comical and I have to fight the laugh in my throat.

“You mean you want to see what I do for Brody,” Miles says, not looking back at me.

“Only if you want.” I’m suddenly nervous.

“I think we can give her a show.” Miles closes the distance between us and reaches out to gently run his hand through my hair. “You want to watch me suck our boyfriend’s cock, honey,” he smirks and I wonder when Brody becameourboyfriend, “is that it?”

Fuck yes, I do.

I’m not sure if it’s the exhaustion from seeing six houses today or just the feeling that things are finally becoming normal. This is the first time I’ve felt any semblance of a sex drive since the incident.

I bite my lip and nod, stepping away. Miles looks at Brody.

“My room or yours?” He smirks.

Without answering, Brody’s hand shoots out to wrap about the back of Miles’ neck. He pulls his friend forward and I watch with awe when their mouths collide hungry and wild. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything more mesmerizing and perfect.

“Fuck,” I sigh because I have no other words. Miles pulls away from Brody, breathing heavily.

“Did you say something?”

“Forgetting about me already?” I laugh.

“Never,” Brody growls, grabbing my wrist and yanking me toward them so hard that I yelp.

My cry turns into a giggle when both of their mouths find the sides of my neck at different points, kissing and nipping at my skin.

“This isn’t about me,” I try to protest. “I told you what I want.”

“Who put you in charge?” Brody’s question is muffled against my neck.

“I did,” I retort. “Just now.”

Brody lifts his head to stare down at me.

“Can we vote on that?”

“Nope. It’s my turn to call the shots.”

“I like her ideas,” says Miles, lifting his head too. “She’d have my vote anyway.”

“Fine,” Brody grumbles.

“What are you angry about? You two are about to get the attention here.”

“Good point. Miles?”

“Yes, good sir?”

“You guys are fucking weird,” I giggle.

Brody wraps his hand around Miles’ throat and when he growls, I have to clench my thighs together to try to get some relief.

“Be a good boy and suck my cock.”

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