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And maybe… maybe I’d just never wanted a man inside of me as much as I wanted him, right now. Even after we’d just come.

We stared at each other. His eyes were hazed with pleasure, looking down into mine as he caught his breath. Then he kissed me, soft and sweet and lingering as my heart pumped life through my body and the sweetest air filled my lungs.

It’d never felt so sweet to breathe as it did breathing the same air as Dylan Cope, wrapped naked in his arms.

It was pretty much at the split second he stopped moving that Ashley took my hand again and pulled me toward him. Only then, I realized he’d let go of me at some point and lifted my hand off his cock, so he could put on a condom.

Dylan shifted off of me, and Ashley drew me over him. I went where he pulled me, and Dylan helped lift me. My legs felt like jelly, but I managed to straddle Ashley’s hips. He settled me over himself, lining up his cock so that when he sat me down in his lap, he filled me in one deep thrust.

The pleasure rose again, fast; I’d never really come back down. And I rode him with abandon, too aroused to do anything but chase my next orgasm. His hands squeezed my ass, my pussy squeezed his cock, and he dropped his head back against the headboard. He looked at me from under his heavy eyelids, his blue eyes dark.

And it was unbelievably erotic, that Dylan was watching this.

That Dylan wanted this.

He lay next to us, and his hand roamed over my body. His fingers caught my sensitive nipple and squeezed. Twisted a little. Tugged until my mouth dropped open and my eyes met his.

He watched me intently, his eyes on mine as I fucked Ashley.

I didn’t stop until I felt Ashley surge up beneath me. I felt his orgasm hit as he lifted his hips off the bed, as his cock flexed inside me. Dylan rolled my nipple between his fingers, his eyes darkening as he watched—and all of it set me off. I came with a soft, ragged scream, my hips jerking against Ashley’s… and finally collapsed against his chest.

As I came down, gradually, my entire body shaking and damp with sweat, someone ran his hand gently down my back.

I couldn’t even figure out who it was.

In the moment, it hardly seemed to matter anymore.

Chapter Eighteen

Ash

Fuck me.

When I woke up in my bed, kind of squished up on the edge of the mattress with this soft, warm body curled against my back, I tried to get a grip as the memories of last night pummeled me. I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t hung over. I was painfully sober and aware of every single fucking thing that had happened in this bed.

And as I looked over at Amber and Dylan in the morning light… yeah, I was fucked.

I rubbed my eyes and peered over at them. Jesus Christ. We were triple-spooning, the three of us all lined up in a row, facing the same direction. Dylan had his arm over Amber’s waist and she was nuzzled up into the back of my neck, her tits pressed against my back.

I extracted myself as quietly as I could. I pulled on my jeans, T-shirt and Vans and stumbled out the door.

By the time I got back from the coffee shop down the block, they were both awake. And they were still in my bed.

Actually, they were cuddling.

They were being cute together, fucking laughing about something, and looking sexy as fuck all snuggled up together, naked, under my blankets.

“Fuck, it’s cold out there,” I grumbled, putting a coffee for Dylan and one of those hippie teas Amber liked on the table by the bed for them.

“It’s October,” Dylan pointed out. “You might wanna think about putting on a little more than a T-shirt.”

Yeah. Probably would’ve thought of that if I’d had my head on straight. If I hadn’t woken up next to Amber and Dylan after the hottest night of my life and kind of lost my shit for a minute there. Because last night, I’d fucked Amber twice and watched Dylan fuck her three times.

It had all started out slow and kinda tender, and by the end, it was the kind of frantic, animalistic fucking that probably woke up the neighbors.

Not to mention that I’d experienced another one of Amber’s brain-melting blowjobs while Dylan fucked her.

And now I wanted to do it all again.