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  Now I was just creeping myself out.

  I pushed the thought aside while collapsing on top of her, battling to catch my breath. I was certain I glowed. No, literally. When I grinned against her ear, I was certain I saw the reflection. Wait. That would require actually being able to see at the moment.

  “Goddamn, girl.” I groaned it in her ear before suckling the salty sheen off her neck.

  “That was…heaven,” she sighed back.

  “Not…arguing.”

  She wrapped herself tighter around me. God, yes. Her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, her sweet pussy around my cock…

  Yeah. Heaven. Definitely.

  Next to us, Drake shifted. As one, Talia and I swiveled our gazes to him. His was blacker than I’d ever seen it. He shifted restlessly, fighting his full, heavy breaths. His lust became another entity in the room with us, but we made quick eye contact, agreeing to go carefully. While two-on-one was a revelation for her, she was a revelation to us—and we didn’t want to give her even one bad experience. Could she take a second round so soon, especially after the way I’d just nailed her to the mattress?

  I nodded and he returned the cue with his curt efficiency. We were in agreement. I’d play director—helping to launch them into the stratosphere.

  Together, we looked back at Talia. Our sweet girl lay in a sated heap, a sublime smile on her sensual lips. I moved away, letting Drake kneel on her opposite side. His cock was ready, primed for her attention.

  I grinned. I knew this man better than I knew my own family, meaning I knew how much he loved getting sucked off. Dude was into it as much as fucking. That sure as hell made my next call easier…or so I hoped.

  “Tolly?” My voice was deep and rough after our amazing romp.

  “Hmmmm?” She smiled but didn’t open her eyes.

  I stretched out beside her. “Drake needs you, too.”

  Her eyes popped open. Her smile grew to a grin while gazing up to lock gazes with D. “I need you, too.”

  Drake fisted his erection, milking drops of moisture from the end. “You’re so sexy, girl. It won’t take much after watching Fletch pound your beautiful cunt.” He lifted his chin toward me, swinging her gaze back as well. I leaned over, kissing her softly, but when she opened wider to deepen the contact, I pulled back. “I want to watch you suck Drake’s cock. Take him into that pretty mouth of yours.”

  As I’d half-expected, her eyes widened. Her pupils dilated. In panic.

  Shit, shit, shit.

  “I can’t—I’m not—I don’t know…”

  “You just have to love him, sugar. Do what feels good. Natural.”

  She bit her lip. Stared back up at Drake.

  “And it feels good for you, too?”

  A groan unfurled from deep in his chest. “Baby, you have no idea.”

  I brushed a knuckle down her cheek. “If you’re completely uncomfortable—”

  “It’s not that.” Her gaze descended to his dick, slick and swollen. He’d spread his pre-cum along its whole length and continued to work the shaft with slow, steady pumps. “I-I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Drake laughed and stroked her cheek with his free hand. “Pain is the last thing I’ll feel with your mouth on me, Tolly.”

  For a long moment, she just continued to stare. Her eyes were saucer-wide, she played at the seam of her lips with her tongue. Dammit, even I got new wood off that look alone. Was she playing us with the Small Town Sally bit? No. Hell no. The woman had been honest to a fault from the day we’d first met her. She was genuinely nervous, I was sure of it.

  That made me even more enraptured as she shifted closer to Drake. She was equally captivated by his cock, examining it like it was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen.

  She reached out to where his hand covered his flesh. Gently wrapped her hand over his. Drake hissed softly but said nothing. I joined him in watching her, as if she were a bomb set to explode. Carefully. Cautiously. Respectfully. My cock stirred a little more—fucking amazing, considering what she’d just done to it.

  Talia leaned closer to Drake. First, she kissed his hip. As she made her way to his shaft, his abs convulsed. He grunted, sliding one hand along the top of her head. His fingers shook, likely fighting the need to burrow into her shiny, messy strands.

  Her lungs filled as she inhaled his scent. She moistened her lips one more time before starting up his cock. Innocent or not, she was riveting. Drake’s gaze said exactly that. He stared down at her with such awe it made my fucking heart expand. He adored her to the point of wonderment, exactly as I did. She really had brought a miracle to our lives, something we’d never thought would happen. We were both in love with the same woman, as she was with us. At least I hoped.

  And prayed.

  She flexed her fingers around Drake’s as he gripped himself tighter, likely staving off his orgasm. I blended my groan to his as she dipped her head, running her tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his dick, before continuing around the rim at the tip. Drake’s cock visibly throbbed. A moment later, so did mine. Just watching the action shot an echo of sensation through me, potent and thick and incredible. Instantly, I added a blow job from her to the top of my to-do list—as well as getting to fuck her while she did that to him. Not tonight. It was too soon. Besides, I had a front-row seat to the best show in town tonight. She was a goddamn natural.

  “Tell me that feels as good as it looks, man.”

  Drake smirked. “You shouldn’t always be first after all, hmm?”

  “Not complaining.” I reached down, rolling my hand around the twitching flesh between my legs. “It just so fucking hot from here.”

  While we traded remarks, she covered his hard crown with her mouth, then started to suck in earnest. That sure as hell silenced our one-liners. Drake dropped his head forward, nostrils flaring, control visibly fraying.

  “Fuck, girl. That feels so good. Take more, baby. Take whatever you want from me.”

  His encouragement made her bolder. She pushed up in order to get more of him down her throat. Her little head bobbed up and down a few times, making me glad she’d bunched her hair up into that mess on top of her head. I could see everything she was doing—and had to let my hand fall because of it, fighting back the urge to fully jack off while watching them.

  Talia moaned, her mouth full of Drake’s cock. He surged his hips forward, nearly gagging her. I shot him a glare, reminding him to go easy on her. Tolly wasn’t anything like the other girls we normally fucked. She needed to be treated like the treasure she was.

  D closed his eyes and yanked in a violent breath, clearly trying to regain control. Looked like it was a lost cause. His chest heaved in and out. His jaw clenched brutally hard.

  “Tolly. Baby. God dam it, yes. That feels so good.” The muscle in his forearm jerked, battling the urge to twist her hair and control the pace. D loved head in all its glorious forms, but he was a card-carrying member of the pile driver club. “Go a little faster, baby. Please, just— Yes. Yes, just like that.”

  I decided to focus on her. Took that thought to action, running a hand down her spine again. I slipped fingers into the crack of her perfect ass, until I encountered the moisture between her legs. Correction—the full puddle there. She dripped with new arousal, obviously as into this as we were.

  I groaned loudly while fingering her wetness again, hoping she’d get the cue and spread her legs in invitation. Dammit. I really was a junkie. I needed to be inside her in any way I could manage.

  When she moved her top leg forward, I couldn’t hold back my praise. “Good girl. Let me in, sweetheart.”

  She did just that. Incredibly, she never broke rhythm on Drake either. He was lost to his pleasure, fixated on the sight of his rigid flesh violating her soft, sweet mouth. He had no concept I was about to give him a huge gift. If Tolly came while sucking him off, it would change the whole experience in her mind. She would crave doing it as much as we wanted her to.


  Two fingers in. I slid easily, all the way to the last knuckle. She was wet, warm and blissfully tight, already tempting me to replace my fingers with my cock. Instead, I added a third finger, intensifying the fit, making her moan around Drake’s shaft. His eyes opened, curious about what I’d done to elicit her reaction—and once he saw, gave me a look that both cursed me and thanked me. The vision before him was so hot, with my fingers fucking her in brutal thrusts, he’d surely finish off in the next twenty seconds. The sheen on her skin told me how close she was hovering too, so I deepened the plunges.

  “We want you to come again, baby. Can you do that?” After she made an attempt at a nod, I lifted my thumb, rolling it across her clit. “That’s our girl. You’re going to do it with Drake’s cock in your throat, and my fingers in your beautiful cunt. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes. Fuck, yes.” Drake, unable to help himself any longer, tangled his fingers in her hair. His voice was so rough, he nearly coughed the words out. “Baby. I’m going to come. If you don’t want it down your throat, stop now.”

  Her stance on the issue would have to remain unclear. At that moment, her orgasm hit, and her head fell back as a moan spilled out. Drake climaxed a second later, shooting hot white ropes all over her neck and breasts. We couldn’t have planned a sexier sight. She seemed to like the feel of his essence on her skin, because she clamped down hard on my fingers.

  “Fuck, girl!” Drake rubbed her cheek with his thumb, his other hand still buried in her hair. When she finally opened her eyes, he forced her to look up at him. They tangled stares for a tense few seconds, then crashed into a violent kiss. I pulled out of her pussy and waited to kiss her as well. I needed it. We needed it. We were bound now and like hell was I letting her forget it.

  I wrapped my fingers around her neck from the back, circling her face toward mine as soon as she pulled away from Drake. Her eyes, dark and intense, as she searched mine. For what? A commitment? I had that. A profession? I had that too. I would give her anything and everything she needed.

  “I love you,” I rasped. “God help me…I love you, Talia.”

  She twined her hands around my neck. Yanked me to her in a tight, hard kiss. I returned her love with matched intensity. Funneling myself into it.

  We both sucked in air when we finally broke apart. I pulled back a little farther, raking my fervent gaze over her exhausted face. I wouldn’t let her go. I was waiting. And she knew—she knew, in that way she always knew—what I was waiting for.

  But she still didn’t say the words back.

  And as much as it killed me, I didn’t force her to.

  “Lie down, love.” I settled her between us, with Drake pressing her from behind. Wordlessly, she complied.

  “It’s late, baby,” he concurred. “Let’s get some sleep.” He sounded like he’d crossed the Mohave without a sip of water.

  Our sweet, stunning angel closed her eyes and sighed. She was asleep within a minute, which might have been a good thing. I stared at D over her head, letting my concern blare out from my gaze. It took a second to see he completely concurred—especially when he mouthed three distinct words.

  What. The. Fuck?

  We had to face the gruesome truth. We were both so far out of our league with this woman. With these feelings for her. That was why I just shrugged and Drake barely reacted. He knew I was as lost as he was. Hardly able to wrap my comprehension around the sweet surprise of her in our lives, much less get proactive about a plan for it all.

  Right now, I was exhausted. One full look at Drake confirmed he was paddling that same ship. We needed sleep and clear our heads to try to sift through this new dynamic between the three of us. We were so uncertain…about so much.

  But there were a couple things of which I was certain.

  One—I wouldn’t be able to walk away from this girl unscarred. I wasn’t sure I could walk away at all.

  Two—my best friend was in no better shape than I was.

  Chapter Six

  Drake

  My head swam. Not a leisurely sidestroke-in-the-backyard-pool kind of thing, either. This was a 200-yard medley relay between three people, and I was pulling the last leg. If I’d been in bed alone, I’d have been tossing and turning, but the sexy little woman with us was my anchor—I’ll take ‘Mushy Symbolism for Saps’ for the Daily Double, Alex—keeping me still so she could get her much-needed rest.

  And how she rested. Naked and bronzed and beautiful, an arm sprawled on top of the pillow over her head, a sight I longed to soak up until dawn. There was certainly no worry of her noticing how intently I was staring. The woman was knocked out as if we’d been drinking instead of fucking. And yeah, I owned the crap out of that. Supremely. Proudly. Took just a glance at Fletcher to see he fully shared the credit.

  We’d accomplished the mission we’d come here on. To make love with her until she passed out. She’d done just that, nearly from the moment I’d pulled my spent cock from her swollen lips.

  But now what?

  And there it was. Full circle, back to the same damn question. It loomed larger than ever—nearly as huge as the feelings we’d spilled tonight. And like before, Talia had reciprocated so fully, so effortlessly—but as soon as she got dressed come morning, the layers of her heart would be covered back up, too. She’d grab her car keys, rattling off some excuse to get to the office—her personal code for turning tail on us once more. On all our feelings and commitments.

  Shit.

  What the hell was this?

  Who the fuck was this person, with these thoughts? Sure as hell couldn’t be me. Feelings? Commitments? Layers on hearts?

  I gripped my cock just to make sure it was still there. I sounded like a bitch, even in my own head.

  I didn’t care.

  Fletch and I had finally found the girl who fit between us perfectly. All we needed was to secure her there. Talia felt it—knew it—too. I was sure she did, but her damn self-talk was getting in the way of her self-expression. To herself—and definitely to us.

  Maybe that wasn’t the case at all.

  Were Fletcher and I kidding ourselves? Were we rewriting the truth to fit our perceptions…to form only what we wanted to be real? What if she wasn’t in the same place we were at all?

  Wouldn’t that be karma’s big finishing number?

  After all the women who’d begged us to keep them, insisted they were cut out for our lifestyle, promised they’d be good for both of us…to both of us…

  All those women we’d turned away…

  And only one we’d ever needed to stay. The only one we wanted more than our next breaths.

  Right here. Beneath our fingertips—literally—but still so far away. From the outside, she was nestled exactly where she needed to be, but all I could think about were my rebuttals for every reason she’d conjure not to stay.

  To my shock, Talia stirred. Seconds before, her stillness had nearly prompted me to check for vital signs. Now, her tiny twitches brushed my body in ways that had me gritting down a new hard-on. Her movements were delicate yet graceful, reminding me of the cartoon princess who’d been showing on the monitors at Anya’s party. She gave the illusion that she was much younger than her years. But that wasn’t the truth at all. This woman had the resilience and wisdom of someone twice her age. It just came wrapped in one of the hottest packages on Earth.

  As she continued waking, my dick twitched more. Then even more, at the mere thought of another round inside her body. I stifled a groan. With her, my cock was nineteen all over again.

  Maybe it was the wrong tactic, but I shut my eyes and evened out my breathing. She really needed more sleep. If she knew I was awake, she’d try to fix whatever was wrong. And God help me, I’d probably let her. Plus to that plan? There’d be more amazing fucking. Minus? There’d also be more lame excuses and avoidance of what the three of us really needed to discuss. Talia Maria Perizkova was the mistress of sticking her head in the sand.

  After another min
ute of twitching, our little one roused fully. Carefully, she extricated herself from both our embraces, slid to the foot of the bed and shuffled into her adjoining bathroom.

  As soon as the door snicked shut, Fletcher’s eyes popped open. Didn’t surprise me that he’d been playing possum, too.

  He widened his gaze, a word-free form of questioning. I didn’t need the vocals, anyway. I knew exactly what he was asking.

  What the hell are we going to do?

  I shrugged, hating myself for every inch of it. I was as lost as he was.

  I leaned across the pillows. Tolly’s scent lingered on hers, a mix of floral and forest that clutched at my blood all over again. Fletch met me halfway, making it possible to keep my voice to a whisper.

  “Do we press her now—or wait until morning?”

  Beneath his tawny stubble, the line of his jaw hardened. “No damn idea.”

  “I am not getting back on a plane without a commitment from her.”

  “Agreed. But what if we push it and she bolts?” He looked terrified. I probably wore a mirrored expression.

  “We’re talking like a pair of pussies.”

  “Also agreed.”

  “Fuck.” I scrubbed a hand down my face. “I don’t know what to do anymore. You think…that maybe…”

  “What?”

  “That maybe she really doesn’t want this? That we’re misreading things? Misunderstanding her? Ourselves?”

  He gaped like my head had turned into a radish. Reading women was our forte. We had it locked down. But locking her down was rapidly becoming our Shangri-La. Perfect, but nonexistent.

  “Dude, I’ve never heard you say you love a woman outside of your mom and Lizzie. This isn’t a misunderstanding.”

  I nodded, letting him see the slight relief I’d gained—

  Until the bathroom door opened.