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“I bet he likes you begging.” The voice comes from off to the right, and it’s definitely not Bear’s deep, gruff one.
My entire body jolts before freezing, and I gasp as my eyes fly open to find Mason standing off to Bear’s side, taking in the view. His dark, desire-filled eyes roam over me, and I don’t know what to think about the lightning that races down my spine or the trembling in my legs as he studies me in this completely vulnerable position.
“The fuck, Mason,” Bear growls, shooting anAre you fucking kidding me?eye roll in his direction. To my consternation, Bear’s friend standing right there watching every stroke of his tongue hardly slows him at all, and he continues devouring me like he’s trying to win a cake-eating contest.
I have no idea what I’m supposed to do in this situation, but then words are muttered against my clit that change everything. “Join in or get the fuck out. So long as it’s okay with Lennon, anyway. Whatever she says goes.”
Mason smirks, cocking his head to the side, “Funny, this is the second similar conversation I’ve had recently.”
I don’t have time to wonder what he means by that because Bear releases one of my thighs and slowly strokes his finger from the top of my opening downward before slipping the thick digit inside me. His gaze connects steadily with mine as my breath heaves from me. I’m overwhelmed by how good it feels when he curls it just right, sending me reeling. His deep voice snaps me back to him while he slowly drags that finger in and out. In and out.“Yourchoice, Lennon. Do you want him to stay or fuck off?”
My eyes flick from Bear’s golden gaze between my legs to Mason’s. Butterflies erupt in my stomach and flit around like mad creatures, wickedly fanning the flames inside me. Knowing they are both waiting for my response, both looking at me, both… wanting me?Oh, fuck.I’m thrown into an even more heightened state of arousal—I know this because I’ve just gone from wet to wetter. My face flames with heat and a desire so profound, I hardly know what to do with myself.What would it be like to have them both touch me?
I don’t even have a clue what my answer is until I open my mouth and the truth falls out. “I want you both.” My voice hitches a tiny bit on the last word, and my chest jerks at my admission.
It’s actually Mason whose brows draw together, checking in with me. “You sure, Kintsukuroi?” And just like that, he’s the guy I’d spent time with in the cemetery before he went all cold on me again. He drops to his knees, and glances at Bear. I doubt he thought I’d agree to let him stay after I’d stormed away from him earlier and especially after he’d shot off at the mouth about being a bastard like Duke said. But I’ve come to realize that Mason’s moods shift and change quickly, depending on his surroundings or what people say to him… and I get that. I can wig out quickly, too, sometimes. I hold out my hand to him.
He takes it, letting me tug him closer, then leans down, ghosting his lips over mine. Easing back, he surveys my trembling body as he whips his shirt over his head. And a moment after that, my bra’s been hiked up and off, and Mason has taken one of my nipples into his mouth, moaning around it while he holds the other in his hand, lightly massaging. His hair falls over his brow, tickling my skin. At the same time, Bear removes his finger from inside me, sending his tongue deep instead. I buck against his face, my own flaming red at my reaction.
My body gives an all-out shudder at the sensation of having two sets of mouths and hands on me. It’s like nothing I could have ever imagined before. One second, I’m enjoying the sensual slide of Mason’s tongue circling the taut peak of my breast, pinching the other hard enough to make me gasp, and the next, Bear’s pushed my legs up farther, and turned his head to run his tongue side to side, up and down my slit.
Letting them see me like this—touch me like this—I’m so very vulnerable… but there’s also a certain power in it. They’re on their knees. Worshipingme.
Being with two guys like this is all different and new and kind of scary, but every bit of it has me on a collision course with the orgasm hovering on the horizon. The impending explosion shimmers at the outer corners of my being, sneaking ever closer with every beat of my frantic fucking heart.
I strain toward Bear, my pussy riding his face, and he groans out, “Good fucking girl, Lennon,” before sucking my clit into his mouth again, flicking it with his tongue.
Mason catches my jaw with his hand, before whispering against my lips, “We’re gonna make you have the best orgasm of your life. Now, say please again.”
I inhale a ragged breath. “Please. Pleeease.”
He draws my nipple into his mouth, and between his ministrations and Bear’s, it’s all over. Coiled tension snaps in my lower abdomen. My body convulses with pleasure as brilliant lights shoot from behind my eyelids as they crash closed.
“Bear!” My heart slams around in my chest as I scream again. “Mason! Oh, fuck!” I’m floating on a cloud of bliss as the guys continue to touch me, hands and lips moving over me, creating new fires that lick over my skin, making me want so much more.
A swift intake of breath from the doorway makes my heart leap into my throat. For a second time, my eyes pop open to find an additional person in the room with us. My body is still riding the high of my orgasm, and I don’t quite know what to do with Duke’s eyes on me. “Duke?” I rasp, unable to do much more than acknowledge his presence.
Bear and Mason both quickly shift to kneeling, and I scramble to sit up, trying as best I can to cover myself. I give a furtive glance around, but I don’t know where my bra and shorts ended up.
Seeing my discomfort, Bear crawls forward, snatching my shorts from the end of the mat and hands them to me.
I slip them on while Mason chuckles, eyeing the storm cloud that is Duke. “Man, you sure are good at coitus interruptus. It’s fuckin’ uncanny.”
I steal a peek at my stepbrother. His eyes are a confusing mixture of disdain and heat. I don’t know for sure what to make of it… but I have an idea. I swallow roughly, covering my breasts with my forearm as best I can.
Duke shakes his head. “You just can’t help yourself, can you, Stella?”
“Don’t do that, Duke.” Bear grimaces, standing up and propping his hands on his hips. He doesn’t give a shit that he’s fully hard and Duke totally notices. “She’s not doing anything wrong.”
Mason snags my bra from beside him and hands it to me. “Here.”
“Thanks.” I glance quickly from Bear to Mason. “Sorry, guys. Apparently, Duke can’t handle this.” I pull the top over my head, slipping the band over my breasts, then stand up. I walk slowly toward Duke. “You know,” I whisper, “the entire stop-touching-my-stepsister thing would be so much easier to buy”—I stop right in front of him, gazing into his eyes—“if you didn’t have a raging hard-on in your pants.” I palm his dick, give it a good squeeze, and walk out.
THIRTY-ONE
DUKE
By the timeFriday night rolls around, I’m still in a fuckin’ awful state of mind. I’ve kept mostly to myself, letting Bear and Mason tote Lennon around to her classes and generally staying away from everyone.
