Page 18 of Going Deep

Paige moaned and slipped her hand through Drake’s hair, dragging his mouth up to hers for a rough, clumsy kiss. They were all sliding tongues and clinking teeth and damn, he didn’t care. His arousal was banked—mostly—for the moment, but there were all kinds of enjoyment and tasting Paige’s soft cries ranked right up there. She raked her nails over his scalp as their mouths fought for dominance and he could feel himself building again, the pressure growing against all odds.

Shit, he needed to take off the condom.

He drew back to dispose of it, slipping off the bed to find the trash. He headed back quickly, wanting to be there for Paige while she crested that next peak. At the foot of the bed, he stopped, struck by what was before him.

Paige spread out, her arms stretched above her head, her fingers gripping the headboard. Colt looming over her, his broad body driving hers into the mattress, his fingers twisting over hers on the headboard. Ass flexing with each rock of his hips. Sweat coated them both, and the room smelled like dirty sex and Paige’s sweet, flowery perfume, an oddly seductive combo.

Drake fisted his dick, working it in short strokes. He wanted to be there for Paige, wanted to suck on those gorgeous tits that bounced with every thrust. But he couldn’t move.

Good goddamn, he was going to spill himself in his fist like a kid jerking off to porn. The best frigging porn he’d ever seen.

When Colt finally released her hands, Paige clawed at the sheets and strained against Colt’s onslaught. He bent close to her face, gripping her chin and claiming her mouth in a gentle kiss that didn’t fit the frantic hammering of his hips. Didn’t fit if you didn’t know Colt, which he did. That juxtaposition was classic him.

Her arms slid around his neck and she held on tightly as he whispered things into her parted lips that only she could hear. Snatches drifted back to Drake. He caught more dirty talk, about how perfect her pussy was, how sweet and hot she felt cradling his dick, interspersed with praise.

“That’s it, darlin’. Give it to me. Every drop.”

Damn, they were incredible together. Something clenched in Drake’s gut but he refused to examine it. He was lucky to be there, to get to experience this with them. If by some miracle they chose to carry on as a twosome, he wouldn’t begrudge them that. They both deserved this.

You do too, asshole.

Forcing away his dark thoughts, Drake concentrated on jacking his length. He needed to come again.

He wasn’t the only one.

Paige’s moans rose and she clung to Colt as her body twisted beneath his. He soon followed, his shout triggering the flood into Drake’s hands. He grasped his own cock in an iron grip, squeezing out every bit of release. Some overflowed his fingers and he cursed, trying to catch it all. He’d be damned if he sullied Paige’s pretty bedroom.

Pretty Paige, who was clutching Colt’s head to her breast and stroking his sweaty hair as if they’d always been this close instead of some kind of weird friend-enemies. That tension between them had changed, become something so much more intense.

Drake cleaned up with a tissue and slipped into bed as Colt fell to his back on her opposite side, throwing his arm over his face. Somehow he’d managed to ditch the condom when Drake had been busy trying to stem the tide. “Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.”

He had to laugh. “You okay, man?”

Colt grunted out an assent and turned onto his side to press a kiss to the top of Paige’s breast. “How you doing, darlin’?”

Eyes closed, she just smiled.

“Think that means she’s all right.” Drake chuckled and smoothed her wild hair behind her ear so he could nip her tiny earlobe, crowded with several gold hoops. “Actually, she’s amazing.”

“Fantastic,” Colt agreed.

“Mind-blowing.”

“Unforgettable.”

She lifted one eyelid and grinned. “Okay, okay, stop shoveling shit already.” She trailed her hands up their chests. “Besides, I think you both have it wrong. You’re the unforgettable ones.”

“Who says you have to forget?” The question was out before Drake could swallow it. If he wasn’t quite ready for this night to end, who could blame him?

Her eyes shuttered and she covered her mouth with her hand, quickly stifling a yawn. Whether it was a true yawn or a way to distract, he didn’t know.

“Sleepy, huh?” Colt snuggled in against her, turning his face against her breast. If Drake knew his friend, he’d happily camp there for the rest of the night.

But sleepovers weren’t part of the deal. Were they?

“Y’all wore me right out.” She bit her lip and sifted her fingers through Colt’s hair as her gaze met Drake’s. In it, he could see her internal debate. Though he would’ve bet their concerns arose from very different places, he wasn’t certain them staying over was the right move.

Make that two of them had concerns. Colt, on the other hand, was fast fucking asleep.

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