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The way Drew’s fucking my ass, hitting my prostate, groaning as he fucks me while Max tightens and screams…it’s all too much and I’m unable to hold back any longer. Filling her ass with a groan that mixes with Caine’s when I think he finds his release as well. We both fill Max completely as she’s collapses onto Caine’s chest, pinned between us and writhing against the sensations, her fists gripping the sheets.

Drew’s hands tighten on my hips and I fight the urge to remove them again. Before I can, he’s pushing in completely, dropping his head between my shoulder blades and groaning as he finds his release well.

We’re all breathing heavily, and somehow I don’t even feel claustrophobic, even though I should being trapped between twobodies. That would have had me pushing away quickly before, but somehow I’m comfortable between them.

Drew separates himself from my body first, and I feel empty without him there. I pull out of Max, as she stays collapsed on Caine, but I can see the cum dripping from both her holes and it has my cock surging with need again.

Max manages to roll off Caine and onto her back on the bed. I know she needs to be cleaned up, aftercare is always important to me, but I can see the look of satisfaction written all over her face and I just want to lay with her.

Suddenly, Drew is handing me a warm wet washcloth, and I look at him as he nods in Max’s direction. I’m thankful he understands what she needs. I clean her up, and I feel his tentative touch behind me as he uses another one to wipe away his cum as well.

The moment is almost too much without any of us saying anything, but it also doesn’t feel like there’s anything that could be said. That stays true even as we all collapse into the bed together. I wouldn’t know what to say even if I wanted to. There are too many emotions I’ve never felt before and they scare me. Somehow there’s a sense of comfort as well as I fall into a rare, deep sleep.

CHAPTER 28

MAX

This is the second time I’ve woken up to Caine not in bed, and it throws me off because he would usually be the last one to leave before. I know something’s wrong, and he mentioned how shitty his day was while we were in the shower, but then distracted me so well I wasn’t able to follow up with him.

Now that he’s not here again, I want to see if he’s somewhere else in Adam’s house, or if he left again.

I can’t deny that if he left I’ll be disappointed. Because it doesn’t matter that I claim not to like his obsession with me, the reality is that I do. He knows it, and I know it, even though I’ll never admit it. I’ve slowly become obsessed with all three of them.

I leave the bedroom, and don’t see Caine when I go out to the living room. The house is silent, I start to think he really did leave until I check the garage and see him punching the heavy bag that Adam has set up.

I lean against the doorframe watching him, waiting for him to notice me. As he continues to throw measured punches, I appreciate the muscles that cover his bare torso. They bulge even more with each hit, and I appreciate the physique of the man in front of me.

“I know you’re watching,” he says without breaking his pace.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

He finishes his set, using his teeth to undo the Velcro wraps on his hands. I’ve seen him do it before a couple times at the gym. That, plus him flicking his weight lifting belt off are the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed.

“No, but you should be sleeping,” he says, stepping closer to me.

“So should you.”

“I was.”

He tosses the wraps to the side, and tries to crowd me, but I don’t move. “Something’s wrong,” I state, because it’s not a question with how he’s been acting.

He clenches his jaw but doesn’t bother denying it.

I place my hand on his chest, feeling him flex under my touch as I trace a path to the defined muscles on his abdomen. “Tell me.” He doesn’t say anything, and when I look up at him I can see the internal battle. I run my nails along his stomach, stopping at his waistband. “Please?”

He sighs, his eyes not leaving mine. “I don’t like talking about this shit.”

“I know.”

“I’ll handle it.”

“I know.”

“You don’t need to worry.”

“I know.”

He clenches his jaw; I watch the muscles in it tick as he does. With an annoyed sigh, he takes my hand in his, pulling me into the living room and sitting on the couch, pulling me onto his lap so my back is to his chest. He bands his arm around my chest, and I wiggle around, but he tightens his grip.

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