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I’m breathy and needy when I say, “Promises, promises.”

He leans toward me, kissing me hard, his tongue swiping across my lips as he takes his fill of me, squeezing my dick so I almost come in my pants. “Be a good boy and we might find out.” He smirks, pulling back, then takes off toward the door, slamming it shut behind him as he leaves.

I stare after him, a crumpled, horny, needy little bitch.

“He’s gonna be the death of me,” I whisper. Right now, I wouldn’t even care if he was. It was worth it. We’ve all experienced something phenomenal here tonight, and I don’t ever want to let that go.

19

LACE

I wake up sore.My poor little vajay-jay, and my ass. I can feel where the two of them have been, and it only floods more memories back to me from last night. How hot it was. How Bandit danced for me, forus, how he and Manny both railed me, and I had no idea that sex could be that good. I can’t even imagine what else he has in store, but when he kissed Manny freely, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

I swear to God there is nothing hotter than what we did last night. The way they treated me; like I truly was their princess makes me warm and fuzzy all over.My boys.

The first thing I do before I even make coffee is text Bandit. It’s early, and we have the run this morning, but I don’t care.

Me

How you doing this morning, baby? I’m sore, but in a good way. Can’t stop thinking about you, about both of you

He doesn’t read the message and the gray dots don’t appear, and after a few moments, I sigh, throwing my duvet off as I find my fluffy slippers.

I don’t hear any sound in the house, and I assume Manny is still sleeping. There’s no movement from his room, and the door is still closed.

My head spins. I had no clue that everything was going to be this hot. I mean, what in the freaking hell is this? Bandit openly joined in and he initiated contact with Manny. I know the two of them have chemistry that’s off the charts. You don’t have to be a genius to work that out. The fact he embraced it, and didn’t yell at Manny or push him away, makes my heart sing.

He’s coming out. Slowly, but he’s coming, and that makes me so happy.

I don’t want to make a noise, so I creep down the stairs and start the coffee maker. I feel tingly all over. My boys taking care of me last night was more than I could handle. They treated my body like a temple; encouraging me and coaxing me in their gentle way. Even Bandit, who’s normally brusque and takes no prisoners. Tears spring to my eyes. They got along because of me. I have no words for either of them. The after-care was also spot on. Bandit soothed my ass with some salve, even though I was barely even feeling where his smacks had hit. He insisted. Both he and Manny walked me out, then I curled into Bandit’s side when Manny laid me in the car. I was so exhausted; their stamina is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. My body aches, but in a good way. In a way that I want to repeat.

I groan when I think about the several kisses the boys shared, and feeling them deep inside me. I have to admit, it was tight. It wasverytight, and at one point, I was gonna yell out ‘Mushrooms’.

The thought makes me facepalm myself,mushrooms?I guess I like to keep the boys guessing and on their toes. I just hope I was enough for them. The way they peppered me with kisses and their praise tells me I am, but I still have self doubtfrom years of trauma that can’t just be undone with one night of passion.

To know that Manny is upstairs in his bedroom right now, under the same roof, mixed with what we did; it makes me tingle all over. Plus, I’ll be seeing Bandit today when we go on the run. Manny invited me, and since he’s not patched in, nor does he have an ol’ lady, nobody will think anything of it. Manny always has one of the girls on the back of his sled. If Bandit did that, though, and I climbed on behind him, questions would be asked and my brother would blow a gasket.

“Morning sleepyhead.”

I jump, almost knocking the two mugs over that I lined up, waiting for the pod to empty. My hand on my heart, I slowly turn, “Holy shit, Manny, you scared the crap out of me!”

He’s wearing pajama bottoms that hang low on his hips, and no shirt. His hair is all mussed and he looks hot as sin. He pads over to me barefoot, sweeping my hair back off my face.

“Hey,” I say, shyly.

He cocks a grin. “No kiss good morning?”

I push up onto my toes, planting a kiss on his lips. “Good morning.”

Concern laces his brow. “How are you feeling?”

I wrinkle my nose. “A little, uh, sore, but not that bad.”

“I’m sorry…”

I put a finger over his mouth. “I’m not. I’m excited about doing it all again, but what I really wanna talk about is you and Bandit.”

He stares down at me. For a second, he looks like a lost little boy and my heart wrenches. That’s the thing with Manny, he’s all heart. Every single shred of him is decent.

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