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After a minute of contemplative silence, talk turns inevitably to swimming as they dissect the wins and near wins of the meet and how we can improve next time. I join in occasionally, but my mind keeps snagging on a detail that no one is mentioning.

By the time our next meet rolls around, Doug should be back from England. I’m not sure what that means for the team, and I have no idea what that means for us.

LANE

I wake up with the sun on my face and my first disgruntled thought is that I didn’t shut the curtains. But then, I realize that I’m not alone. Even before I pry my eyes open, my heart hums at the feel of warm skin against mine, and then last night comes flooding back to me.

Holy shit.

Squinting against the bright winter sun streaming through the window, the first thing I see is Joy.Joy. My JoyJoy. Grinning uncontrollably, I inhale the soft floral scent of her hair, fanned out on the pillow between us. She’s facing away from me, her perfect ass nestled in my crotch, and I resist the urge to move my hand from where it’s resting on her hip in case I wake her. Also, because there’s another hand on my arm.

Facing me, Aldo’s hand is lightly draped over my wrist, his feet tangled with mine between Joy’s legs. It’s a wonder we managed to sleep like this at all. The wine probably helped. It was strong as hell.

I take a moment to admire Aldo. He really is beautiful—his long eyelashes fanned out across his cheeks, his perfect lips slightly parted as he sleeps. Looking at the two people entwined with me, I feel like the luckiest bastard to ever walk the earth. Especially when it comes to JoyJoy. I’d honestly started to think she’d never let me back in. And now she wants more. I dip my head and press a kiss to the top of her spine.

Aldo stirs, a slight frown marring his face as he turns and stretches, and I watch the hard lines of his body ripple with the movement. My blood thrums in my veins as I remember the way he swallowed down my cock while Joy rode him. I could have died happy in that moment. Although, next time, I’m claiming Joy.

Hundreds of different possibilities flit through my mind and my already alert cock stiffens further. Joy sighs in her sleep, pushing her ass back against me and it’s almost too much.

“Morning,” Aldo says, his voice thick with sleep as his eyes blink open. “Please tell me you have coffee.”

“Mmm. Coffee,” Joy mumbles.

I grin and press a kiss to her shoulder. “I have coffee, don’t worry.”

“And something else,” she says, wriggling her ass back against my cock.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her to me, holding her tight. “Keep doing that, and you’re not going to get your coffee any time soon.”

She squeals, trying to wriggle free. “Aldo. Help!”

I meet his eye over her shoulder, and he grins. “Nope. I’m Switzerland.”

“You bastard!” she squeaks. “Let me go.”

“Do you really want me to let you go?” I say against her ear. “Or do you want me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours?”

Her breath catches and she stills in my arms, melting against me like butter.

“Yeah,” Aldo says, leaning forward and kissing his way down her neck. “Your call, Joy.”

Her breath catches and I peer over her shoulder to find that Aldo has pulled her top down exposing her breasts, his tongue teasing the hard buds of her nipples. Groaning at the sight, I hook my thumbs in her panties and ease them down, dragging my fingers back up between her thighs. My eyes snap up to meet Aldo’s as I find his fingers already there, but he smiles and takes hold of my hand, guiding my fingers with his.

Dropping my head against Joy’s, I push a finger inside alongside his, and she arches back against me. I’ve thought about this—dreamed of this—for fucking years. For so long I thought I’d have to make do with the memory of Joy Blake’s body and the way she felt in my arms . . . against my fingers . . . around my cock.

After just a few pulses, I can’t take it anymore and I shove down my boxer briefs and line up my cock. I’ve been tested and the only person I’ve been with since is Doug, and we used a condom. A twinge of guilt pinches in my chest, but I push it aside as I wrap my arm around Joy’s thigh, spreading her open and pressing my cock to her entrance. She’s so wet and ready and, if I wasn’t so fucking happy, I’d be embarrassed at the noise that tears from my lips as I sink slowly inside. She feels even better than I remember, and as she clenches around me with a whimper, it takes all my self-restraint not to lose myself.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “Joy . . .”

She moans, her hands coming round to grip my hair and arm, wanting more. Aldo’s eyes are dark as he watches, his fingers still teasing her clit and breasts, but it’s not enough. I need more.

Hooking Joy’s leg over Aldo’s hip, means I can fuck her even deeper, but I can also reach his cock. Pushing down his underwear, I coat my fingers in Joy’s arousal and wrap my fist around him. He sucks in a breath as I swipe my thumb over the head and start working him in tandem with my thrusts.

Sweat beads at my brow as I pick up the pace, my teeth gritted as I hold on, waiting for Joy to come first. It doesn’t take long. She gasps, her hand reaching out to grab Aldo’s where he’s rubbing her sensitive clit, and as her pussy pulses around my cock, I come hard with a long groan. It feels fucking incredible.

Aldo curses under his breath and then his cock jerks in my grip, shooting his release over Joy’s stomach.

“Fuck,” he gasps, rolling onto his back. “I’d kiss you right now, but you know, morning breath.”

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