Page 48 of Phoenix Academy: Mayhem

Just for a moment, right after orgasming, David looks like the young man he is, without the cares and pain of his life shadowing his gaze. Pulling back to stare at his face, I push his hair back from his forehead and enjoy the soft curve of his lips and cheeks.

"You're so handsome. It's unfair," I complain, licking my lips at the sight of him, my thighs shaky from coming. "You need a ragged scare across your eyebrows or your lips or something. Just to even the playing field."

Smirking, David shakes his head. "My good looks are the only advantage I have in life. No way am I giving them up—I'm basically a male bimbo."

"A himbo," I tell him. "That's what they're called."

"A... what now?" His brows slant in confusion.

"You're a himbo."

"Himbo." Shaking his head, he laughs, his head tilting back as his humor crescendos. "Fuck! That's clever. And exactly what I am. Though—honestly, it fits Reggie more than anything."

"True." Bobbing his nose with my index finger, I smile at him. "You two will have to duke it out for the himbo crown."

"How about we fuck it out instead?" Reggie's voice from the darkness behind me sends a shiver skating down my back. "If you're down, David, I think it's my turn to show Ari what I've got. Since you got your chance, after all."

Grudgingly, David nods at him, then leans forward to kiss me lightly. In a low voice he murmurs, "Just remember: you already fucked a guy who looks just like him a few minutes ago. So y'know, I'm bringing something to the table. In case you change your mind about that not-choosing thing."

"Never."

As David paces off into the darkness, no doubt in search of some clothes or at least a few leaves to sew together into a loincloth, I spin to face Reggie. While he's Xavier's twin in every way, it's easy enough to tell them apart, even without Xavier's signature glasses.

Reggie is more relaxed, his shoulders broader from playing sports, his mouth almost always quickened into a grin. He wears his braids differently, too, his part on the left side of the head, his hair cascading against his back. The way he walks and the low timber of his voice is different too—louder, more confident, every stride he takes purposeful and a little arrogant.

I love him in a different way from how I love his twin and his twin's best friend. Each of my guys is like a unique jewel in my heart, unmistakable and irreplaceable. The thought of choosing between them is like choosing between the peanut butter, jelly, or bread of a peanut butter sandwich—just one ingredient on its own is nothing like the three together.

Reggie is the jelly of this metaphor, sweet and flavorful on the tongue, too much on his own but just right with the balance of the other two.

"Looks like I missed out on some fun." Reggie cups his hands on my hips and draws me to him, his tight boxer-briefs doing nothing to hide the arousal laying against his inner thigh. "Not that I'm complaining, since I have zero interest in watching my brother fuck you. It's just that it'd be nice to be first every once and a while. Save the best for last, sure, but what about a double feature? I can go more than once in a night."

"Oh, I know," I tell him, getting up on my tip toes to lay a soft kiss on his plush lips. "This isn't my first rodeo with the three of you."

"But it's our first time in the real world," he reminds me. "So just in case you were wondering, those fruits aren't the reason why my cock is the biggest. It's just like that. What can I say, I'm gifted."

Rolling my eyes, I laugh a little at his boastful humor. "You're incorrigible."

"Encouragable? Sure, go ahead and encourage me. First, though, I need to show you what I've got."

He kisses me deeply, passionately, until the breath leaves my lungs and thought leaves my head. His hands reach down to cup my ass and spread my cheeks. His fingers insistently find my entrance and stroke inside my pussy from behind, a crook to his digits making me squirm against him as a new round of heat strokes inside me.

Then he grabs my hips and walks me back to the picnic table. Pulls away from our kiss. Smirks at me as my knees hit the bench and I stumble against him.

"You know I fucking love you, right?" His brows raise as he stares down at me. "Because if you were wondering, I do. Even though you have bad taste in men, clearly, since you'll screw my brother and his dumb best friend, I love the fuck out of you. And I want you to be happy."

I'm touched, even with the crudeness of his words. "I love you too, Reggie. I'd do anything to make sure you're safe and... and happy, too. And I'll never pick anyone over you, I promise you that. I want you no matter what."

"Good. Now turn around, spread your legs, and put those hands of yours on the picnic table." He reaches out and twists one of my nipples until I gasp. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own damn name, and all you remember is mine."

"That seems—"

"Now."

With his strength, he maneuvers me into the position he wants, all while my heart slams against my rib cage in anticipation. When Reggie gets like this—possessive and hard and demanding—he fucks like no one else. I remember it down in Hell, but up here I know it'll be different, every agonizing thrust felt down in my bones, no lake water magic or too-sweet fruit to dull my nerves and deaden my senses.

I get wet just at the thought of it.

As I bend forward and put my hands on the picnic table to brace myself, Reggie's hands push me down further. His knocks my knees apart until I can feel the chill breeze of night against my lower lips. There's a brief moment of separation as he pulls back to kick his briefs off, and I look over my shoulder at his shaft, naked and rising hard between his strong thighs.

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