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Keegan wraps an arm around my shoulder, and Emilo glares at his arm. “We’re heading home. Do you want a lift back to the campus or...” Keegan wiggles his brows at me.
“Izzy is coming to our place.” Emilio stumbles forward out of Madden’s arms and straight into mine. He pulls me into a bone-crushing hug, and I melt into his arms. Even though he's drunk and probably won’t remember this in the morning, I wil, and it feels nice being this close to him again. Like when we were young. I felt safe with him, like nothing could touch or hurt me.
I’ve missed him so much.
“Time to get ye home,” Madden grunts, moving through the crowd. Everyone parts for him, and I don’t blame them. Madden is a scary-looking guy. He towers over the crowd of people, and if looks could kill, they’d all be dead.
Emilio lets go of me, and I instantly want him back. He places an arm over my shoulder, and I snuggle into him. A few girls glare, whispering to each other, and a few even pull out their phones, snapping photos. Madden snatches one, slamming it down onto the ground and presses the heel of his boot into it. The girl screams, but he just keeps walking and I grin.
A few girls hug Keegan goodbye, and one even tries to kiss him on our way out. But he pushes her away and reaches for my hand from the other side of Emilio. I squeeze it. We all walk straight out the door and into the parking lot.
The cool night air whips my hair back off my face, the snowfall getting heavier, and I snuggle deeper into Emilio’s warm embrace. His body sways a little, falling into Keegan, and he holds him up on his other side, shaking his head but with a huge grin.
“Pretty sure I’m meant to be the one plastered drunk, not you.” Keegan chuckles.
Emilio shrugs. “Maybe you need to drink more,” he says then hiccups. I laugh.
We pile into Madden’s car. I sit between Emilio and Keegan, their bodies pressing up against mine, and it’s suddenly very hot in here. When Emilio places his hand on my bare leg just below the hem of my skirt, my cheeks flush and I need air. He leans down, his breath tickling my neck, and I suddenly can’t breathe. Is he going to kiss me? With Madden and Keegan here? I didn't think he liked me like that. At least, he said he didn't when I came looking for him.
“The color on your cheeks suits you, Izzy,” he breathes into my ear, and goosebumps cover my entire body.
He moves his fingers higher and higher until they disappear under my skirt. My eyes widen at the move. Keegan hasn't said a thing. I don't know what he’s thinking. This is Emilio...I don't want him to stop. Especially when his fingers brush over my lacy underwear, his knuckles grazing over my clit, and my body comes alive. I don’t want him to ever stop.
Keegan shifts, brushing his fingers down the other side of my neck. “You like Emilio’s fingers touching you there?” Keegan whispers into my other ear, running his hand over the outside of my top, placing a kiss on my throat.
My eyes close and I let go. Of the judgment and self-doubt. If the guy I like, and the one boy I’ve loved since I was ten, want to touch me and make me feel good, I’m not going to stop them. Tomorrow, I can overthink everything; right now, I’m going to sit back and enjoy the ride.
My gaze catches Madden’s in the rearview mirror, and he bites down on his plump bottom lip. Emilio pushes aside my underwear, running his finger along my silky wetness. I let out a deep breath and enjoy the feeling of being touched there, byhim.
“So wet, just for us, Izzy,” Emilio hums, circling my clit now and making my head spin.
I’m close...so close. I try to move against him, wanting more or needing something. Something to push me over the cliff.
The font of my dress is pulled down, and Keegan cups my breast through my lace bra and runs his thumb over my hard nipple. Little twinges of pleasure pulse down between my thighs, and I gasp. Emilio slides a finger deep inside me, and I arch my back. Keegan claims my mouth, drowning out my moans.
I reach for them both, but I hear Emilio’s deep, throaty chuckle as he pins my hand to the back of the seat. Keegan pins the other, and I want to touch them so bad.
Emilio’s second finger slips in and finds that sweet spot deep within that makes me see stars. My head throws back as I call out, “Leo.” He growls into my throat at his old nickname, sucking and nipping at the skin.
My body shudders as I come, and I ride out his fingers as his palm roughly rubs against my sensitive clit, the orgasm going on longer than any I’ve ever had. I want his mouth on me too. I want themall.
“Spread ye legs,” Madden says from the driver’s seat.
I pull my head up to see him watching me in the rearview mirror. I spread my legs as Keegan grabs my knee and pulls up, exposing me to Madden. I realize how badly I want him to watch.
Madden growls under his breath, and I shiver at the thought of what he will do. I remember that bathroom...the one where he showed me how sex really feels.
Keegan’s fingers find my oversensitive clit, and he works it as Emilio fucks me with his fingers. The two of them move in tempo, working me so good, like they’ve done it before. But I’m not going to think about that when they’re mine now.
“I want you inside me,” I say into the car. To any of them. I need someone to give me his cock and fill me, fill this ache inside and fuck me until I explode.
“Soon. Just once more on my fingers, and I promise to give you my cock.” Emilio licks my jaw before taking my mouth in a rough kiss, biting my bottom lip. The pain is sharp, but it flows straight between my legs as he swipe his tongue over to soothe the ache.
If this is a taste of pleasure and pain...god, I can't wait to feel more of it.
CHAPTER12
MADDEN
