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I’m fucking them both—a cock in my pussy and a cock down my throat. It’s more sensation than I’ve ever known as I milk them both.

They’re the ones cursing.

They’re the ones thrusting their hips.

They’re the ones calling out my name with wild abandon.

My entire body is a live wire, buzzing and zapping. We’ve become a hedonistic beast of lust, and I don’t know how to explain why it feels safe to be naked in a pool, on my knees and coming on the end of two men’s cocks, but there’s nowhere that feels as good or as right as here between them.

We all come together, my mouth and pussy clamping over their lengths, as they spill into me and I swallow every drop of them. I collapse on top of Finn and Archer on top of me, and we’re one big gorgeous pile of ecstasy.

And it’s perfect.

Trespassing or not, breaking the law or filling up my heart, all I know is that I always want to be right here, between them. So in a pile of limbs and water and lust, I kiss Finn before whispering “I love you so much.” I grab Archer’s neck and turn to find his lips. “I love you so much. I need both of you, forever. I always want to have you both.”

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ARCHER

She said she loves us.

I’m sitting naked on the edge of the clawfoot tub, staring into the mirror at myself. Staring into the giant emptiness of this too-big bathroom of this stupid, expensive house. This ridiculous mansion with its bathrooms made of imposing marble and cold monolithic design, all meant to make one feel important and powerful.

But all I feel—

I grip the side of the tub. My whole body is shaking.

I should be happy.

I should be beside myself.

The most perfect, incredible woman is in love with us.

I should be over the moon and not be sitting alone in a dungeon of marble and glass telling my heart to stop beating so fast. It feels like it’s going to tear out of my chest. And my throat feels tight, and my muscles are too big for my skin, and—

I lurch off the side of the tub just in time to vomit into the toilet. Spewing out sick like after chemo when your body is throttled with panic and poisons.

I’m still wet from the pool. I can still taste her in my mouth, my perfect, tattooed Wild Flower who isn’t afraid to bloom like the sun. And I wish all that passion would just eat up the rot inside my cells, the fear I know that’s settling in my bones.

I need both of you, forever. I always want to have you both.

Not once have I been afraid of what was happening between Becca, Finn, and myself. I’m the one who jumps off cliffs and asks for orgasms in public places.

But forever?

Fuck.

I’ve hurt enough people in my life with the shit that’s hiding in my lymph nodes. I check my neck, my armpits for lumps. There aren’t any, but it’s an old habit, like muscle memory and panic.

I grab the medallion that’s clanking against the porcelain of the bowl, sitting back against the cold wall and floor.

Breathe, you fucker, just breathe.

I spit into the toilet and clutch the medallion harder, until I swear I’ll find the metal bird on the coin imprinted on my skin.

Breathe, and calm the fuck down.

Breathe—

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