Page 128 of Neighbors With Benefits

“Glad I made it worth your while,” I said. “With, you know, the sex.”

“It would have been worth it without that,” Bash said with a grin. “But that kicked it up a few notches.”

“Next time we can try both of us at the same time,” Dante said.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “You weredefinitelyboth with me at the same time.”

Dante gave me an evil smile. “I mean both of usinsideyou. At the same time.”

I felt my eyebrows rise. “Oh.”

“Double-penetration isn’t for everyone,” Bash said. “But if you like anal…”

“DP is like anal, but ten times better,” Dante said.

Bash nodded. “It’s intense. You might not be able to handle it.”

Dante squeezed my thigh. “She can handle it. And she’ll love it.”

He sounded so confident. That gave me courage.

The two of them? Inside me? At thesame time?

Cat was never going to believe this.

The guys snuggled up with me on the couch and shouted at the TV. I enjoyed the atmosphere of it, beingwiththem while they enjoyed the game. I had watched plenty of Phillies games with them, but their intensity during the Eagles game was something else entirely.

It was another facet of what made themthem.

I must have fallen asleep, because suddenly I was being carried into the bedroom by Bash. He laid me on the bed and pulled the comforter over me.

“No, don’t go,” I complained like a petulant child. “Cuddle with me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Bash replied. “Let me brush my teeth, first.”

“Spare toothbrush. Second drawer,” I muttered.

Dante was lingering in the bedroom doorway, gloriously shirtless. “Sleep tight. Let’s do this again sometime.”

“Wait!” I said, stretching out my hand. “I want a goodnight kiss.”

He grunted with displeasure, then came around the side of the bed. He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.

I threw my arms around him and pulled him down into the bed. “Cuddle.”

“You have Bash for that,” he protested.

“Why not both?” I said. “Make a Jazz sandwich. Just until I fall asleep.”

“Better give her what she wants,” Bash said while brushing his teeth in the bathroom. “It’s easier that way.”

“Fine,” Dante said, sliding under the covers and spooning me. “But I’m not sleeping over.”

The next thing I knew, my bladder was screaming at me. I blinked in the darkness and looked at the clock on the wall—it was two in the morning.

And both Dante and Bash were still in bed with me.

Very slowly, I climbed over Bash and used the bathroom. Then I managed to return to my spot in the middle without either of them waking up. I rolled over and spooned Dante, sliding my hand up against the hair on his chest. He sighed, but remained asleep.

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