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“I want you to fuck her with your tongue.” I squeezed my lids shut at Slade’s command. “And you, baby, pinch those tips, imagining me biting hard enough to leave a mark.”

Jameson thrust his tongue deep into my core before flattening it to lick upward and latch on to my clit. Over and over, he repeated the teasing cycle.

There wasn’t enough air. My mind spun as he pushed me higher and higher. The coolness of the night was gone, the lust-fueled heat thrumming in my veins causing sweat to slick my overheated skin.

“Now, Rain.” Another shiver whispered through me at his tone. The first brush of my fingertips along the curve of my breast caused goose bumps to sprout across my skin. “Look at me.” My sealed lids snapped open, immediately finding him. “Do you hear that, baby? That’s not the pool. That’s Jameson eating your soaked pussy and fucking loving every drop you’re giving him.” I tried to shift in Jameson’s hold, but it tightened, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. “Now, baby. This is what I want you to do. Are you listening?” Lips parted, dry from my fast pants, I nodded. “Every time Jameson pushes his tongue into your perfect cunt, you pluck at those perfect tits.”

A pitiful whimper sounded over the whirl of the pool’s jets as I did exactly as he instructed. Every pinch and tug wound me tighter, my hips thrusting, grinding myself against Jameson’s face as my orgasm built.

“Are you close, baby?”

I nodded, unable to utter a coherent word.

I didn’t break Slade’s stare when he stood and moved to the lounge chair directly beside my head. The thick outline of his hard cock beneath his shorts had my trembling fingers reaching, desperate to wrap around him. But he gently grasped my wrist, stopping me. Keeping my hand hostage, he moved it lower, a wicked gleam in his hooded gaze.

“Jameson. Move back.”

I hissed in complaint when Jameson pulled away, leaving me hot and desperate for his mouth. Licking his lips, Jameson smiled at my exaggerated scowl. “Don’t worry, Raindrop. We won’t leave you this wet and needy for long.”

Before I understood what Slade had planned, he tangled our fingers together, slid two of mine and one of his into my drenched core, and thrust deep, curling the tips to brush along my sensitive walls. My entire body trembled at the stretch and overstuffed feeling.

“Please,” I begged, my other arm shaking, barely holding my weight.

Teasingly slow, Slade pulled our fingers free, the evidence of my arousal glistening on our skin. He hitched his chin at Jameson, who moved back into place and pushed his tongue inside.

“Open up, baby.” I parted my lips, giving Slade access to slide our slick fingers against my tongue. “Now suck like I’m in your mouth, stretching your jaw so wide it fucking hurts.” His free hand gently wrapped around my throat and squeezed. “Suck like you’re desperate to lick up every fucking drop I give you.”

The combination of the taste of myself, having my mouth full, and his dirty words shot me over the edge into oblivion. With a pleasure-filled cry, I clamped my thighs around Jameson’s head, hips bucking to keep the blissed-out feeling from ending.

All while I exploded and slowly came back together, I licked and sucked our fingers, imagining Slade’s cock filling my mouth, tapping my throat. Muscles trembling, my arm gave out, but a massive hand cupped my head, easing me to the smooth tile.

I blinked up at the dark sky, a lazy smile pulling at my lips.

Who knew life could be like this? Though I knew it wasn’t common, this was special beyond words.

I wanted to keep them, keep us just like this.

Forever.

25

RAIN

“That was amazing.” I swiped the thick cloth napkin across my lips before tossing it onto my empty plate. “I can’t believe you cooked everything on the grill.”

The corner of Slade’s lips twitched upward. “I knew I wouldn’t want to miss out on all the fun by being stuck in the kitchen. I’m glad you liked it.”

I twisted in my seat to check on Jameson, finding him exactly where I last saw him—still asleep in one of the lounge chairs, covered up with a towel, his barely touched beer beside him, the glass slick with condensation. My mostly dry hair moved across my back as I shook my head and turned back around to see Slade watching me.

“What?” I asked, reaching for my beer. “You’re looking at me funny.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked. Grabbing his highball glass, he rolled it between his palms. “Me and him.”

Nodding, I took a long drink, giving myself time to think over my response. One that would make sense to anyone other than myself.

“Jameson is….” I sighed and pressed the icy bottle to my hot cheeks. “He’s emotionally supportive. He gets me and somehow understands even when I haven’t worked it out yet myself. He makes me laugh, and even before this happened between me and him, he wanted to be around me. Back in Nashville, he was really one of my only friends. I looked forward to seeing him every day—maybe more than I should have, considering I was still married, but I did.”

“You tried to find a sliver of happiness in a shitty situation. You clinging to Jameson during that time is understandable. And from what you’ve both said, he helped you see through the bullshit your ex made you believe as truth.”

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