“Oh, God,” I moan, my body trembling as they move together, Ford’s thrusts deep and steady, while Jacob matches his rhythm, his chest pressed against my back, his hands holding my hips steady.
“You feel so good,” Jacob whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as he moves inside me. “So perfect.”
The pleasure builds until I’m teetering on the edge. Their hands, their bodies, their lips—it’s all too much, yet not enough. I’m lost in them, lost in the overwhelming sensations as they take me higher and higher.
When I finally come, it’s like an explosion, my body shaking with the force of it. Ford groans, his movements faltering as he follows me over the edge. Jacob holds me tight, whispering soft words of praise as he finds his own release. We collapse,tangled in each other, our breathing heavy, our bodies spent but completely satisfied.
Chapter 22
Matthew
The address Dylan gave me sits in my GPS and as I follow the directions, a knot forms in my stomach. I’ve been enjoying our time together, just the two of us. She’s amazing—funny, smart, beautiful. But now that Ford and Jacob are here, I can’t shake the nervous feeling that she might pull away. It’s been good—more than good—but the dynamic is bound to change with them on campus full-time. And I’m not sure if I’m ready for that. We’ve been getting to know each other on a deeper level this summer, and part of me wonders if that’s about to unravel now that they’re around.
As I turn the corner, my headlights land on a large house with a truck and U-Haul out front. This wasn’t what I expected when Dylan texted me the address. That must be them, but there’s no sign of life, except a few lights on, and no noise. I cut the engine and step out, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings as I walk toward the front door.
I knock, rapping my knuckles against the heavy wood, ready to see my girl. No answer. I knock again, louder this time—still nothing. I step back, checking my phone against the address on the house just to be sure I’m at the right place.
A strange prickle creeps up the back of my neck. The house is still and quiet. I try the door handle, expecting it to be locked, but it turns easily in my hand. The door swings open and I step inside.
“Dylan? Ford? Jacob?” I call, my voice cutting through the silence. The house is spacious and beautifully decorated, with tall windows.
No one answers.
The wood floors echo with each step I take as I move deeper into the house, admiring the grand foyer, the high ceilings, and the warm, inviting colors of the walls. Everything looks perfect, but the silence is weirding me out.
Where are they?
A faint sound from upstairs catches my attention. My heart starts to beat a little faster as I follow the noise.
“Dylan?” I try again.
Nothing.
What’s going on? Why didn’t anyone answer me?
At the top of the stairs, the sounds become clearer—low voices… and moans.
My pulse quickens, but it’s not anger or confusion. There’s a different energy stirring inside me, something I can’t quite name yet. The door to one of the bedrooms is slightly open, shadows moving behind it. I hesitate, unsure if I should be here.
But curiosity pulls me forward. I push the door open a little wider.
And there she is. Dylan.
She’s on the bed, Ford and Jacob entwined with her, their bodies moving together in a way that is primal and mesmerizing.My breath catches in my throat. I wasn’t expecting this, but it doesn’t anger me. It hits me differently—I want that; I want her. I can’t look away.
Dylan’s head is tilted back, her lips parted in a soft moan, her eyes closed as she loses herself in the moment. For a brief second, I think I should leave, and give them privacy but my feet stay rooted in place. Something about the way she moves, the way her body responds to theirs, keeps me captivated.
Then her eyes flutter open, and she sees me. Our gazes lock, and for a split second, I see the flicker of surprise on her face. But it’s quickly washed away by something else—pleasure, raw and intense. Her body trembles as the moment unfolds, and my reaction is instant, undeniable. My chest tightens, but not with discomfort… it’s desire.
Dylan arches her back, a low moan escaping her lips. Ford and Jacob are lost in her, their movements synchronized, driving her higher. She gasps, a sound that seems to echo in the large space, and in an instant, they shatter together—her body clenching around them as waves of pleasure crash over her. The sight sends all the blood to my cock.
Ford is the first of the guys to notice me standing there, and he smirks, that usual cocky grin lighting up his face. “Well, look who showed up,” he says, voice laced with amusement. “Care to join us? Or are we back to our old ways of creeping?”
I flip him off. “I knocked. Called out. Nobody answered.”
Dylan, still catching her breath, smiles softly at me. “It’s okay,” she says.
There’s no awkwardness between us, no sense that I’m an outsider. Just a quiet understanding, like this is simply part of the connection we all share.
