Blake in my mouth, thrusting as hard and deep as he could, scraping my throat with his cock. In my hands, two gloriouscocks, hard and dripping with pre-cum. And inside of me…they touched every part of me, and it wasamazing.
I tried to focus beyond Blake, to see which of my guys had penetrated me in such a way. But I couldn’t see past the two naked bodies that were leaning over my torso, their faces meeting, their arms wrapped around each other.
Corbin and Rowan.
And they werekissing.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ROWAN
What?
I bolted upright, my chest heaving. My lips tingled from where they’d been pressed against Corbin’s, the taste of Maeve mingling with his unique scent.
My body was drenched in sweat. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
I was kissing Corbin in Maeve’s dream.
Oh shite. Oh fuck. Oh cockwaffle.
My secret…the dark truth that had gnawed a hole inside my heart and taken root there. How had I ruined it all in a single moment of weakness?
Corbin wouldknow. Our friendship would be ruined. He’d never look at me the same way again. I’d have to leave Briarwood, leave Maeve and the other guys, give up everything I’d fought for.
I’d be back on the street, back where the temptations of drugs that calmed my anxiety and choked my compulsions would dance for me once more.
Unless…
unless Corbin wasn’t actuallyinthe dream.
My heart surged with hope. I remembered the other nights Maeve had these dreams and the guys had mentioned them at breakfast. In order to be drawn into her experience, you had to actuallybeasleep. Otherwise, the dream-you would exist without the living-you inside it. There was a chance that if Corbin was awake, he wouldn’t have been in the dream. He wouldn’t know about the kiss.
And his insomnia has been worse than usual lately…
I scrambled out of bed and tiptoed down the hall, pausing on the landing at the top of the staircase. Arthur’s snores echoed along the covered walkway. But I was more interested in the shaft of light peeking from the library door.
As I passed by Blake’s room, I thought I heard him groan. So the dream was still going. How I’d have loved to stay in that dream forever, to see what happened next. But if Corbin discovered my secret desires…
I shuddered. I couldn’t let it happen.
The library door was slightly ajar. I tiptoed down the stairs, crossing the hallway to lean against the wall beside the library door. I peered inside. Corbin sat at the desk, his head bent over a volume of arcane text, his hand darting furiously across a notepad as he translated some particularly cumbersome passage.
My whole body sagged in relief. He wasn’t asleep. He wouldn’t remember. And if Maeve and the others thought I was awake too, they’d chalk the kiss up to part of her fantasy. If I was careful what I said and how I acted, then Corbin need never know.
I could keep my secret buried deep, where it belonged.
Forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CORBIN
What
the
FUCK?
