I can’t see them smile in the dark bedroom, but I swear I can feel their lips curl up.
Chance’s fingers lift the hem of my t-shirt under the covers.
“Chance, I?—”
“We’ve got you, baby. If you come, you’re gonna sleep much better. Lev and I can get you there quickly, and then we’ll sleep.”
The idea is tempting, but I can already feel how hard my stepbrother is against my hip.
“What about you guys?”
Lev’s tone is soft, like his touch as he finishes the job Chance started and hikes the cotton of his t-shirt over my chest. “Don’t worry about us. We’re always hard whenever we’re in bed with you. This can be just about you. You had an eventful night, and we want to help you unwind and get some rest.”
Chance takes my lips in a soft, open-mouthed kiss while his fingers find my aching clit.
He swallows my moan as I arch my back into his touch.
The way he’s working me is perfect; his touch is light at first as he rubs circles around my clit, touching the sides but not pressing fully on it.
Swirls of pleasure scatter around all my nerve endings, and I’m surprised by how close I am to a climax I didn’t know I needed so desperately.
After a couple of minutes, Chance increases the pressure, his touch becoming firmer. He zeroes in right where I need him, his tighter circular movements keeping a steady pace.
Lev has been playing with my nipples, rubbing them with his fingers in the same way Chance has been doing between my legs.
“Oh.” I gasp as I feel myself close to combusting.
That must be what Lev was waiting for to lower his head and take one of my nipples into his mouth.
The warm, wet sensation is heaven, and more pleasure travels down in a wave of tingles where Chance doesn’t miss his cue and delivers a firm pinch to my clit.
That’s my undoing, and I cry out as my whole body convulses with wave after wave of blissful sensation.
They take turns kissing my lips, my neck, my chest until my orgasm ebbs and my body relaxes.
Gentle hands lower my t-shirt back in place, and I find myself nestled between them.
My legs are tangled with Chance’s, my head partially on his chest while Lev hugs me from behind, pressing me closer to his best friend.
I’m vaguely aware that they’re both rock-hard, and I vow to return the favor… tomorrow.
Chapter 5
Hard Decisions
ARES
Ididn’t sleep a wink.
I made the mistake of taking the room next to Lev’s, and rather than letting sleep take me under; I spent most of the night straining to listen to any noise coming from the room next door.
All I can say is that whoever said that modern houses are built with shitty insulation hasn’t spent a night in this house. Not a single fucking peep.
At some point I thought I heard them talking, but I can’t be one hundred percent sure.
I spent most of the night tossing and turning in bed. My brain refused to shut down. Anger, remorse, jealousy, and fear kept me up.
When I heard Chance and Lev getting up to go to practice—funny how I couldn’t hear their conversation with Zara last night for shit, but they went down the stairs with the gentleness of a herd of buffaloes running to a watering hole—I gave up on trying to sleep and I came downstairs.
