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“How are you feeling?” Joy asks, sitting up so she can look at me.

I run my fingers through her dark hair, tugging on the ends as I consider my answer. “Honestly, I’m annoyed.”

She frowns. “Annoyed?”

“Yeah.” I sigh and drop my hands into my lap. “Not at you or Lane. At myself. I just can’t seem to shift my mood today.”

Joy’s eyes fill with sympathy, her lips forming an adorable pout. “You’re allowed to be in a mood, you know. No one’s happy all the time. It would be creepy as hell.”

I smile. “True. I just don’t want to bring everyone else down. Maybe I should go home and leave you and Lane to it.”

“Leave us to what?” Lane asks, wiggling his eyebrows. He’s got three glasses in his hands filled with an amber liquid and he hands one to Joy before passing one to me.

“What is it?” Joy asks, lifting her glass to sniff.

“Amaretto,” I say, instantly recognizing the smell. “My mom loves this stuff.”

She takes a sip and hums in appreciation. “It’s nice.”

Lane smiles at her then sits down on the coffee table in front of us, his eyes fixed on me. “Please don’t feel like you have to go.”

“Yeah,” Joy says. “We’re in this together, right? Which means your bad days as well as your good.”

I smile and take a sip of the amaretto, enjoying the warm burn as it slides down my throat. “Okay.”

“The other option is that we could try and cheer you up,” Lane says, watching me over the rim of his glass as he swallows.

My heart beats a little faster. “Oh?”

At my side, Joy sits up straighter, looking between the two of us. “I think I like that plan.”

“What are you going to do?” I ask, forcing lightness into my tone. “A dance? Sing me a song? Stand-up comedy?”

Lane grins at me, and it’s deliciously wolf-like. “Not what I had in mind.”

He places his glass down and pulls his sweater off, his broad chest and tattooed arms flexing as he tosses it onto the unoccupied chair.

I swallow, my mouth dry. Before I can speak, Joy hands me her glass and strips off her own sweater. Her bra is a deep purple, the material see-through enough that I can see her nipples, and I bite back a groan.

“Is it working?” Lane asks, reaching forward and stroking his hands up my thighs.

“I’m not sure,” I say, fighting a smile as I place the drinks on the coffee table. “Keep going.”

Lane’s smile widens, and when he stands, I can already see the outline of his cock pressing against his jeans. I watch hungrily as he unzips them and pushes them down, stepping out of them until he’s just in a pair of white boxer briefs.

“More,” I say, my voice rough as I look up at him.

Still smirking, he pushes down his underwear, freeing his cock. He’s already more than halfway hard and I don’t think before I lean forward and suck the tip into my mouth.

Lane groans and grips my hair, stopping me from pulling away, and I look up at him as I take more, sucking and licking at him, working him to full hardness. Joy’s hands slip under my sweater and Lane releases his grip for long enough that I can pull away and let her tug it off over my head. His fingers immediately thread back into my hair, pulling me back to his waiting dick, and I don’t fight it, swallowing him down as deep as I can while he barks a slew of curses.

It's hard to concentrate as Joy’s mouth presses kisses to my jaw and neck, her fingers tracing over my chest and back, but then Lane pushes me off him and back onto the sofa. He stays standing, his cock now at full attention, and Joy takes my face in her hands and kisses me. I melt beneath her. Her kisses are like honey—smooth and sweet and addictive in the best way. I lose myself in her, tasting the amaretto on her tongue, but aware of the large hands at my waist, unfastening my jeans. I lift my hips, helping Lane undress me, even as I slide my fingers into Joy’s hair, still focusing on her kiss.

She presses closer and I smile against her lips, tracing my fingers teasingly down her arms and across the tops of her breasts. Lane seems to have disappeared and I’m aware that I’m now naked, Joy the only one with any clothes remaining. Pulling down the straps of her bra, I stroke my thumbs over her peaked nipples, and when Lane’s warm mouth surrounds my cock, I break our kiss with a gasp.

I stare down at him with wide eyes, mesmerized as he works my hard cock with his mouth, but when Joy’s fingers stroke my chest, I turn back to her. Pulling down the cups of her bra, I draw her to me and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking and nipping as she pants, her fingers gripping my hair tight. I’m lost in pleasure, almost unable to take any more but at the same time, craving so much.

I hook my thumbs in Joy’s leggings, working them down over her ass and thighs along with her underwear, but then logistics get in the way.

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