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“Oh, Thea. If I had it my way, you’d be tied to the foot of the bed, on your knees and stuffed full. So yeah, we’re taking it fucking easy.”

I gulped audibly, the wetness between my legs growing. That sounded way better than what was happening now. My clit was throbbing with a need to get off,y pussy aching to be filled. My love language had always been touch. Seven weeks was too long not to have the physical connection that I craved.

“I’d rather that than this,” I said.

Calder glanced at Shane, exchanging a look between them. They were communicating with looks only. They knew each other so well that they could tell with just a simple look what the other was thinking.

Calder nodded, then rocked back on his heels. He reached between my legs and played with me, fingering me with fast thrusts. “You want us both inside you at the same time?”

My stomach somersaulted with anticipation, and I nodded eagerly.

“It’s been weeks. It’s not happening until we know you’re ready,” Shane said. He stroked his knuckle along my cheek.

“I’m ready. I am.”

“Soon, Thea. Tonight we’re easing into things,” Shane said.

I whined, a string of protests on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t think of what I wanted to say. Not when Calder was working me expertly, nearing me to that cliff again.

He knew it too, felt the tightening of my sensitive walls around his fingers. “Fuck, baby. You’re clenching so hard. You want to come?” Calder asked.

“Yes! I need to. I need to come. I want to show you how hot you make me.”

“Do it,” Shane said. “Show him how wet he gets you.”

My legs clamped shut while Calder continued to give me pleasure, and I tensed while I screamed out both of their names.

Chapter Seven

Shane

Thea’s back pressed against my chest, heat radiating right through me. She was warm and inviting. I smiled against her neck, inhaling the unique scent that was Thea Rose. Jasmine and lemon grass invaded my senses. She always smelled so divine, and I never got enough of her.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and tugged her into me. My beard nuzzled against the crook of her neck, then pressed a kiss to her skin. She groaned, her ass squirming back and right into my groin. My cock jumped at the inviting warmth as it nuzzled between her cheeks.

Thea sucked in a breath, stretching her arms over her head. “Is that a wrench, or is Mr. Taylor excited to see me?”

Calder groaned. “I’m going to throw up if you say something corny like that again.” He was on the opposite side of Thea, and for a moment, my heart sank.

I opened my eyes, revealing what I didn’t want to. We were both sleeping with Thea. Seven years together, I still wasn’t completely used to having to share the woman I loved. I fought it for so long because I didn’t want to have to compete for her love. But now, I knew she had plenty of love to go around for all of us.Still, sometimes the reality of how familiar I was with my friends’ dicks made me uncomfortable.

We were busy men, and there were plenty of times when I was late for dinner, working at the shop on a car that needed to be fixed immediately. Times that I was just too tired to go on that hike that she was itching to go on.

Having the others all under the same roof brought us closer together, too. Before Thea, I was barely present in the guys' lives. They were living together while I was holed up at the shop. She saved our relationship. She saved all of us in her own way, and I didn’t fault her for that.

“Good morning, Thea,” I whispered against her cheek. Ignoring Calder, my hand dropped to the curve of her thigh and I trailed enticing circles on her skin. Goosebumps raised against her smooth legs, and she opened to allow me better access.

“Morning, honey,” she whispered.

“How do you feel?” Calder asked, dipping his head to take a breast into his mouth.

Thea winced, flinching away from him, and that burrowed her closer to me. “Sore,” she said, resting a hand on his chest to keep distance between them.

My grip on her tightened, a reaction from the regret trickling into my chest. I always hated the mornings after I was too rough with her. I especially hated it now, when we’d used her body like she was made for us to do whatever we pleased.

In the moment, I loved the way Calder and I took her. But now I was feeling the remorse that came with the aftermath. Thea knew it too.

“I’m thirsty,” she said, moving her hand to Calder’s chin. He shaved yesterday, but already had the workings of a five o’clock shadow on his jawline. “Could you get me some water?”

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