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Dylan

I wasn’t expecting that first kiss.

I wasn’t expecting Amber to instigate it. But more than that, I wasn’t expecting to want it this much. To want her this much…

But as her sweet mouth pressed against mine, then she hesitated, her lips parting on a fragile intake of breath… I wanted Ash to share her with me. Now.

I wanted him to see what I was gonna do to her.

I wanted him to watch.

I wanted into her. Fucking badly.

My dick was already painfully hard in my jeans.

She was thinking about pulling away from me, though. I knew she was. Chickening out…

But fuck that.

I slipped my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to me, and slid my tongue inside her mouth.

* * *

Ash

She kissed him first.

That’s all I could process, all I could see as I worked my hand between Amber’s legs, as I watched Dylan kiss her back.

And yes, I’d fucked her first. But she’d never kissed me while I did it.

I’d kissed her, once. That first kiss, before I went down on her. Before we fucked. But while we fucked, she’d never kissed me again.

As I watched them kiss, it was all I could think about:

She kissed him first.

Chapter Seventeen

Amber

After we left the bar, it was all a bit of a blur.

Not that I was drunk. At least, not on booze. Despite the three glasses of wine at the restaurant and the two beers at the bar, I was remarkably, sensationally sober. Hyperaware of everything that was going on, to the point that I could hardly keep track of it all. The hands on my body. The mouths on my skin.

The three of us took a cab back to Ashley’s place. It was a small, modern one-bedroom condo on the eleventh floor of a tower, overlooking downtown, and I barely registered how we got there other than the fact that I was pressed in-between Ashley and Dylan in the back of the taxi while I made out with both of them.

Dylan paid the cab driver while Ashley led me into the building, and then the three of us were in the elevator, making out again. I was sucking face with Dylan and Ashley had his hands on my ass, his hard body pressed up against mine. My heart was racing and my body was on fire. I wanted them to tear off every shred of my clothes so they could touch me more… to hell with the fact that we were in an elevator. But even once we’d all piled through the door into Ashley’s condo, they didn’t do that. Not right away.

Ashley took a step back, drawing away from me. He looked like he wanted to eat me alive, but instead he clicked on a couple of lamps and tossed his keys on a table and looked at Dylan. Dylan dropped my backpack, and we all lost our jackets and shoes. Then Dylan hooked one of his long, strong arms around me and pulled me up against him. I could feel his hard-on pressing into my stomach as he kissed me until my head spun… as his warm tongue invaded my mouth and swept against mine in an increasingly-hungry rhythm that left us both breathless.

Then they undressed me, together.

Wrapped up in Dylan’s kisses, I was very suddenly naked, standing between the two of them in Ashley’s living room. I didn’t even have the wherewithal to feel self-conscious, even though both of them were still fully clothed—because Dylan just kept kissing me and Ashley kept running his hands all over my body… squeezing my ass… lightly pinching my nipples… sending shivers of lust through me.

Then Dylan pulled me with him down the short hallway and into Ashley’s bedroom. Ashley followed, turning on the lamp by the bed. When I looked over at him, he was stripping off his shirt, exposing his tight abs and the tattoos that ran across his sculpted chest and down his side, right into his jeans.

His eyes were on me as he undid his jeans and started sliding them off.