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“I’m telling you that you can fuck us both, be with us both, in turn, and we won’t ever resent anyone for it,” I confirm.

“That’s… fucking crazy,” she exclaims, but all it does is make me smirk.

“I can see that you’re struggling with the concept, so I’ll just eat your pussy while you think on it.” I don’t give her time to answer as I pull her panties to the side and clamp my mouth over her clit, swirling my tongue around and showing her just how good it could be.

ChapterSeven

GABRIELLE

I don’t understand what is happening, and it’s hard to wrap my head around Mason’s words when he’s eating me like that.

His tongue is doing things I’ve only ever read about in books. His hands gripping my thighs and pushing them as far apart as they will go.

My fingers grip his hair, and he growls, the vibrations taking me to the edge as I come hard. The music continues to play, my heart thumping along with the beat.

Mason crawls up my body, laying on top of me, until he’s brushing his lips over mine and telling me, “Taste how good you are.” I lick my lips greedily, even as my shame at doing this begins to build.

He studies me for a moment, and then he says, “Stop overthinking this, Gabrielle. You’re complicating shit that doesn’t need to be complicated.”

“But it is complicated,” I argue. “You’re my stepbrother, and now you want me to fuck Jared too?”

“Don’t be so crass,” he says, his jaw clenching.

“Well, what would you call it then?” I challenge.

“Fucking heaven,” he says as he slides his dick in me. I didn’t even realise he’d pushed his jeans and boxers down, so caught up in the way he makes me feel.

I groan as he pounds into me. I dig my nails into his shoulders as his ruthless thrusts don’t show any signs of slowing down. Not until he comes inside me, roaring my name as he does.

I should have tried harder to stop this, to fight whatever the fuck we’re feeling, but the pull I feel towards him is too strong, even as I hate him… but then, I know I don’t really hate him, even as I try to act like I do. I kid myself daily about how much I dislike him, because the truth is, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Mason. And yet, he’s here throwing Jared into the mix too? Fuck my life, what is happening?

I gently push Mason off of me, and he relents, moving to the side as I sit up and feel his cum dripping out of me. His eyes move to my pussy, watching as his cum slowly seeps onto the bed sheet.

“There is nothing hotter than seeing my cum dripping out of you,” he growls, before he’s moving me once again, grabbing my ankle and pulling me back down until I’m laying underneath him as he uses his fingers to push his cum back inside of me. “It’s all yours, Gabrielle. Every fucking part of me.”

“Mason…” My words get caught in my throat at how powerful this moment is. The way he’s looking at me, the way he’s pushing his cum back inside of me, it’s all too much. I’m overwhelmed by my emotions. I’m overwhelmed by what he’s doing, what he’s saying, how he’s making me feel.

“Tell me something, Gabrielle,” he says, his eyes focused on the task of pushing his fingers inside me. “If we were just two people, two strangers, or even two friends who felt the way we do, would you deny me? Would you deny us?”

Fuck. I can’t even pretend to deny it, and my silence speaks volumes.

“Would you deny the chance to take everything you want? Because that’s what you’re being offered here, baby.”

I don’t know what to say. It’s like I’ve ended up in a goddamn movie. How is this my real life? My stepbrothers want me to give myself to them… my fucking stepbrothers. Both of them. Jesus Christ.

“I’ll leave you to think about it,” Mason says as he pushes off the bed, putting his clothes back on. “But don’t kid yourself thinking that this will go away. We both know you’re mine even if you’re not Jared’s.” And then he leaves, closing my bedroom door behind him, leaving me with one hell of a mindfuck to think about.

ChapterEight

MASON

“Well?” Jared asks when I walk back into the lounge. I flop down on the sofa, suddenly unsure of what the hell we’ve offered her.

“She’s thinking about it,” I tell him, because I have nothing else to say. He remains quiet, both of us lost in our thoughts of what she might say, what she might do, and the real possibility of her rejecting this. But I know that even if she does reject this, I’ll never stop. I’ll never give up on her, because she’s it for me. Always has been. Always will be. I refuse to think of a future without her by my side, regardless of the family ties that she thinks are standing in our way.

I hear her footsteps coming down the stairs sometime later, I don’t even know how long we’ve been sat here, but when she appears in the doorway, she takes my fucking breath away, like she always does. She’s gorgeous, and even as she looks shy as shit, a blush creeping its way over her cheeks, it just makes her all the more fucking desirable.

“Hey,” she says quietly, her eyes colliding with mine briefly, before she looks back at the floor.

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