Page 69 of Never Kiss Your Neighbors

Then, I get to do something I’ve wanted to do for a while. I stroke their bodies, over their chests, down their pebbled abs, and follow the happy trails to finally slide my hands over their cocks.

They both grow hard as soon as I touch them. I grip both of them at the same time, start to stroke them, then kneel in front of them and take Cam in my mouth while I continue to work Wyatt with my hand.

I alternate between them and love the way they respond. Each moan and groan and every subtle response from their bodies spur me to take them deeper and work them faster.

Cam utters my name, sounding like he’s being tortured, as he slides his fingers into my hair and palms the back of my head. He thrusts in and out of my mouth a few more times before his pace staggers. “I’m gonna come.”

He meets my eyes and starts to pull back, but I hold the base of his cock and keep him steady. Hot jets of his release stream into my mouth and down my throat, and I try to take it all, but when it gets to be too much to handle, I pull back and am decorated by his pleasure.

At the same time, Wyatt lets out a loud groan and his body stiffens. I keep stroking his cock, gripping it tight, and he joins Cam, letting loose, painting me with thread after thread of his cum.

When they finish, the men look at me with awe and admiration in their eyes.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Cam says, as he bends to pick me up.

Wyatt kisses me once I’m in Cam’s arms, and together they carry me into the gleaming bathroom, set me on the counter, and work together to clean me off.

As Cam wipes my neck with a cloth, Wyatt crosses to the tub and turns on the tap. I’m treated to the incredible view of his bare backside—his long legs, muscled and firm, and an ass that looks so good, I want to jump off the counter and go take a bite.

He fills the tub, then carries me over and sets me down among the bubbles. The water is perfectly warm with a light fragrance that will seal this moment in my memory forever. Not that I’ll need the help of a scent to remember this.

“Another first for me,” I tell Wyatt as he steps into the tub and settles down behind me, pulling me back against his chest.

“What’s that?”

“Well, all of this night, really, but I’ve never taken a bath with a man before.”

“How about two?” Cam hands each of us our champagne glasses that he retrieved from the living room, then steps in at the other end of the tub, and though it seems like there’s no way he’ll fit, somehow it works, even though some bubbles do overflow.

I sip champagne as Wyatt cradles me in his arms and Cam massages my feet under the water, and I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven.

I’m once again struck by how very manly these men are. From the sexy dark stubble shading Cam’s face as he smiles at me across the cloud of iridescent bubbles, to the reassuring steadiness of Wyatt’s arms as he holds me close.

There’s a calm strength to both of them that tells me I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

CHAPTER49

CAM

Before the water gets cold, I step out, dry off, and bring one of the big bath towels over to dry Stella. While she’s still wrapped in the towel, I carry her into the bedroom, set her in the middle of the bed, and stretch out beside her.

Wyatt comes in and lies down on her other side. “We still have a couple more hours before we need to get you home,” he tells Stella.

I tap a finger on my bottom lip and pretend to think. “Hmm. How ever will we fill the time?”

Stella trails the tips of her fingernails down the center of my chest. “By fillingme.”

My god, I love this woman. I’m not ready to tell her yet, because I don’t think she’s ready to hear it, but it’s the truth just the same.

“I can do that,” is what I say instead, as I slide my foot along the silky skin of her legs.

She turns toward Wyatt, drawing him in as well. “I wish I could take both of you at the same time.”

Surprise registers on my friend’s face, just as I’m sure it does on mine.

“We could try that, if you want,” I say.

Stella frowns, then giggles. “Have you seen the size of yourselves? There’s no way you’d both fit.”

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