Maddox’s voice shakes. “Me too. I can’t hold it anymore. I need to come.”
Zander matches us as he fucks himself into Maddox harder and faster than before. The bed frame beneath us squeaks under the weight. “Do it. Both of you. Breed your wife while I fuck my cum into this tight little hole. I’m right there.”
It’s all I need. My eyes roll into the back of my head at his permission, and I come around Maddox’s length immediately. My entire body shakes at the orgasm, and my moans are bordering along the edge of sobs.
Maddox’s grunt is almost a shout as he grips my waist, likely bruising it, and stills. “Fuck! Mommy, Daddy. Fuck!”
Zander’s own moans turn into a lust-filled cascade as his orgasm tears through him next. “Yeahhhhh. Fuck. I’m coming. Fuck, I’m filling you up, Maddox. Take my cum in this tight fucking ass. Milk it out like she did. Holy fucking shit!”
Finally, his strokes stop entirely as his orgasm shoots through him. He roughly grips Maddox’s waist, groundinghimself as he empties inside of him, and the sight alone makes me wish it were me taking it again.
After moments pass, Zander relaxes his grip on Maddox, and it forces Maddox to all but collapse against me in a sweaty heap of exhaustion. Zander is quick to follow as soon as he pulls out of Maddox.
I grunt as both of their weights press into me. “That… was…”
Maddox nods. “Uh-huh.”
I move my gaze to Zander, only to find him already staring at me.
He shifts his gaze to Maddox next.
And I gulp as I read the emotion on his face, clear as day.
He swallows before sitting up. “C’mon. We need a shower.”
I nod.
But for the umpteenth time that night… the only word cruising through my mind is…
Fuck.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
MARLEY
My heart is nearly pounding out of my chest.
I just fucked one of my best friends.
I just fucked my husband’s best friend.
My husband fucked me… while getting fucked at the same time… by that same man.
I just fucked my dead best friend’s husband.
For the first time tonight, pure and utter anxiety strum through me. Any confidence—false or genuine—falters, and guilt mars itself into my bones. My fingers twist in my own hands as I stand before the men I love more than anything, watching them play and test the temperature of the water in Zander’s walk-in shower.
“How many people does it take to turn on a shower?” I force myself to speak but curse internally as it comes out shaky and small.
Oh, the joys of being a yapper,I think. I definitely just sold myself out.
Zander turns to look at me before raising a sassy brow. “Three if you want to join. I’m trying to make the water perfect for you,princess.”
Maddox snorts as he holds his wrist out, testing the water’s temperature himself, he jokes, “Insert threesome joke here.”
Zander’s eyes stay on me even as he shakes his head. His eyes flit over me, analyzing every inch of me, and I swallow roughly. While a major part of me should be flattered, or even turned on yet again, I simply question if I am going to go into cardiac arrest under the intensity of his gaze.
