Page 23 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

“And you think I could give you that?” I ask.

“That guy that was just here was looking like he wanted you to pound him hard enough that he won’t be able to walk tomorrow, but you obviously turned him down, which means you want and are hoping to have someone make sure they fuck you into tomorrow,” Dylan says.

My eyes widen at his words, but he’s not wrong; not by a long shot.

“Well, guess you have me figured out,” I say with a grin.

“What do you say?” Dylan asks. I look at Braxton since he didn’t do much talking.

“Are you okay with this?” I ask, not breaking eye contact.

“You have no fucking idea,” he says, and then bites his lip while looking at me with a ton of heat.

I barely take a moment to consider as I nod and stand up.

They both grab one of my hands as they lead me out of the club.

My gut is telling me this is going to be one night I won’t ever forget.

The drive is short to their place, and we pull up to an apartment complex.

Within seconds of walking inside the door, I’m slammed against it. Braxton takes my mouth in a heated kiss.

I let out a groan when he thrusts his tongue into my mouth.

He bites my lower lip, and my cock gets rock fucking hard.

I feel movement and tugs between us. When Braxton pulls away, I look at Dylan. He’s taking the time to undo the button on both of our jeans and his, and he already removed his shirt.

“Fuck,” I breathe out while taking him in.

“You two are wearing too many clothes,” Dylan says, and leads us towards the bedroom.

I take off my shirt and jeans as we walk towards the bedroom. I’m left in just my boxers.

I walk into the room after Dylan, and feel Braxton’s lips on my shoulder.

We stop at the end of the bed. Dylan turns around and grabs the back of my head to pull me in for a kiss.

Their hands are everywhere, and I’ve never had this much attention on me before.

“Fuck, you are so hot,” Braxton hisses in my ear.

I can’t say anything with Dylan practically devouring me with his mouth.

Hands are on my ass through my boxers, and I feel the heat of them through.

Dylan moves his hand between us down my chest, stomach, and towards my cock.

He grasps it tightly in his hand through the fabric and I pull away to hiss out a breath.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get this into my mouth,” he growls out, and gets down onto his knees.

He looks up at me when he moves to grab the waistband of my boxers to pull them down.

Fuck, he looks good down there.

Braxton moves behind me, and I look over my shoulder and notice that he has gotten down on his knees.

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