Toby pauses mid-thrust, exhaling with a huff. "Not my fault you took her from behind."
"Not my fault you're a greedy bastard."
I lift off, turn, and straddle Toby again, facing Dylan as I ease back down. His cock feels even thicker from this angle—good to know. "You two bicker like brothers."
Silence stretches a split second too long. Toby's hands are still on my waist. "We are. But that's not important right now."
If I hadn't turned around already, I could have read his expression. It seemed like there's more to his statement. We can sort that out later when I’ll definitely need a break.
Dylan leans over the end of the bench, at the perfect level for his mouth to latch onto one breast, then the other. His tongue swirls, teeth grazing my nipples carefully as Toby sets our rhythm.
Electric jolts shoot from my breasts to my core.
I need more. I grind harder, chasing the release I wasn't sure I could muster. The orgasm crashes through me, my body buckling, as I flail for support from Dylan.
He pulls me forward into his shoulder while Toby's cock swells and twitches inside of me.
Toby works his hips furiously, pumping me full of cum.
"Fuck." Dylan's frustration draws my attention for a brief moment then I notice the sticky sound of his body moving against the leather.
Looks like we'll all have some clean up to do.
Staring in the mirror, I say to myself.Mirror, mirror, on the wall, pretty please, don’t let this be all.
Chapter 9
Toby
When we've cleaned Molly up, let her rest, and she’s changed into her sweats, we decide it's time to go home. We have her dress and accessories in a bag the Aubergine Affair gave her.
She asks to make a stop at the bathroom.
I nod and point. "Right there. We'll wait."
When the bathroom door closes, I ask Dylan, "Should we get her back to our rental then show her the pictures and tell her?"
Dylan stares, his eyes narrowed, then says, "Not yet. We're showing her how right this is. Give it time. Rip the bandage, and it could unravel."
I glance at the closed bathroom door. "I can't believe how well this is working."
He pats my shoulder. "She said it herself. She put her faith in the magic of the auction… it led her to us. We play out a few of her fantasies, show that we're committed, and maybe we start talking about memories… ease our way in."
"Agreed, we should be gentle with the actual reveal." It's rare that I don't know the best strategy, but I defer to Dylan's approach. I respect his innate sense of how to handle tricky situations. "We covered a couple of her diary entries already, what next?"
"Somnophilia. She wrote about it over and over. Her climbing into bed with us and vice versa. We can make it real tonight." Dylan rubs his neck. "Real sleep, not pretend. Let her get into deep sleep then give her the best dream ever."
The door swings open. Molly emerges, her cheeks pink. "Time to take me home to meet your parents."
Dylan and I stiffen. His reaction betrays how cool he's been acting about our secret.
"I'm joking." Her eyes dart between the two of us.
Not wanting to risk having to reveal our true relationship here, I carry her to the car. "Why don't you clear out the back seat, Dylan." I hand the car keys to him. "Throw everything in the trunk."
I allow him to rush ahead. Can't risk Molly seeing anything in the box.
I hop in the back seat with Molly, and Dylan starts the car and pulls up the map.
