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Roman moans as my pussy clenches around his dick. “Holy shit!”

Buoyed by Roman’s obvious pleasure, I do it again and again until tears stream down my face, my pussy clamping down on Roman’s dick as I ride him and a second orgasm builds low in my belly.

Blake growls as he swells in my mouth. “Going to come, Syd, right down your throat,” he grits out between clenched teeth.A second later, he releases a guttural roar, shooting cum down my throat, as Roman’s thrusts become faster and rougher as he chases his own release. And as he finally falls over the edge, holding my hips and pumping into me, the combination sends me crashing headlong into another orgasm.

My body shudders as tremors race through me and using Blake’s thighs I push back, releasing him from my mouth as a stuttered scream rushes from me.

Pants and moans fill the room, and as I look down, I find Roman licking cum from his lips, and the salacious sight has my heart skipping a beat and my blood heating.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

SYDNEY

I’m surrounded by heat and hard bodies, and I’m too hot. I throw my arms up and over my head in an effort to escape the suffocating heat coming from Roman and Blake. It’s not enough. I flick the quilt off me, and subsequently them too. Cool air hits my skin, and I blow out a relieved breath.

Raising my head, I see a tangle of limbs, but as my eyes climb upwards, I’m met with tanned skin and an array of ink against my pale and blank skin. The contrast is stark. And for a moment, self-consciousness taps at me, but I swat it away as I remember last night.

These two men chose me, whether by design or fate. Either way, I don’t care. I don’t regret it. I don’t feel any shame or guilt. What I feel is alive. The binding ties that started to fray after Paul have finally snapped, freeing me. I plan to embrace it. Starting now as my eyes rove over Blake’s body from his tight backside, peaking out of the top of the quilt, and up to his ink covered back. When I’ve had my fill, I turn to Roman the other side of me and find him watching me as he lays on his side facing me.

“Morning,” I say as he smiles at me.

“Enjoying the view, huh?” he asks with a wink. “It’s a nice view.”

“Yes, it is.” I have so many questions flying around my head, but most of them will ruin this moment right here, but I don’t want to go there yet.

“How are you feeling?” Roman asks.

“That’s a difficult question to answer,” I say, and I know it’s vague, but it fits with what I was just thinking.

“Okay, let me be specific. How are you feeling about last night?” There’s a thin thread of trepidation in his tone.

“Are you asking me if I enjoyed it?” I tease.

“No, I know you did. What I’m asking is if you regret it.”

“We’ll ignore your giant ego and skip to the main part. No, I don’t regret it.” I pause, then add, “I think it’s the first time I haven’t regretted a decision.”

“That’s sad, Sydney.”

“I know, but I’ve had a very different life to you.” A small part of me wonders how our differences will impact our relationship—if there is one. That’s another area I want to avoid discussing, so instead I ask, “What do you and Blake really do, you know for work?”

He shifts, rolling onto his back. “That’s a difficult question to answer,” he says, using my words from moments ago.

I roll to my side so I can watch him and prop myself up on an elbow. “Try,” I tell him, making sure to keep my focus on his face and not his dick, which I can see out of the corner of my eye.

“I’m not sure you’re ready for this conversation, Sydney.”

His answer pisses me off. “Hey, that’s not for you to decide. I don’t need someone else making decisions about what’s best for me, Roman.”

“It’s not about making decisions for you. It’s about whether you’re ready to hear and accept it. You said it yourself, we’ve lived different lives.”

“He’s worried you’ll run when you find out who we really are,” says a muffled voice.

I laugh. “Really? I mean, it’s not like you’re murderers, so how bad can it be?” I say, looking at Roman. But his serious face and the deathly silence stop my humour in an instant. I sit up, pulling the quilt around me and spin to face them both. “You’re not serious?”

Roman sighs and sits up, resting against the headboard. “You’re a fucking idiot, Blake. And to answer your question, we don’t go around just murdering anyone, but?—”

“You’ve killed people?” I blurt out. “Oh my god!” I scramble down the bed away from them, almost falling off the end as I become tangled in the quilt.

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