“What?” he panted. His eyes, confused and desperate, flew open to meet mine.
I didn’t answer him. I turned my head toward the chair, my vision hazy with need. “Faye,” I called.
Her hand stilled. Her heavy-lidded eyes fixed on me.
“Get over here,” I told her.
A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. She uncurled from the chair and stood. She walked to the side of the bed, her eyes traveling over Dylan’s body beneath me, over where we were joined.
She reached out and ran her fingers through my sweat-dampened hair. “You called?”
“I’m not done,” I managed to grit out, the effort of holding still making my entire body tremble. “We’re not done.”
Dylan understood then. He looked from me to Faye, a new hunger flashing in his eyes. “Yeah.” His hand came up to cup the back of my neck, holding me to him. “We’re not.”
“Then finish,” she whispered, her gaze dropping to where our bodies met.
I looked down at my stepbrother. His eyes were locked on mine, and I saw his slight, desperate nod.
I let go.
With a few more deep thrusts, I buried myself in him and held there as my climax ripped through me, blinding and all-consuming. It pulled a raw, shattered sound from my throat as I pulsed into him.
I collapsed forward, dropping my weight on him, with my face pressed into the sweaty curve of his neck. We were both shaking.
“That was so hot,” Faye breathed, her fingertips tracing along my sweaty back.
I leaned up a bit and looked at her. She climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Dylan’s head. Bending down, she kissed him, deep and filthy, while I stayed buried inside him, feeling every shift of his body and every muffled groan he made against her mouth.
When she broke the kiss, she looked at me, her eyes dark. “What do you want?”
“You,” I said. “Him. Everything.”
She nodded as if I’d given her the only answer she’d accept. “I want him too.” She moved and straddled his hips. I pulled out of him to make room, and we both groaned at the separation. Seeing my cum drip from his asshole was indescribably satisfying.
I kissed the back of her neck, then her shoulder, as she lowered herself onto him, taking him inside her in one smooth, relentless motion.
I wrapped my arms around her, my hands finding her breasts, then skimming down her stomach to where she and Dylan were connected. As my fingers slid through her slit, straight for her clit, she began to move on top of Dylan. I was still hard, still aching, and I ground against the curve of her ass.
Dylan’s hands rested on her hips, guiding her pace, and his eyes locked on mine over her shoulder.
“Jase,” Faye moaned, her head falling back against my chest.
“Right here,” I promised, my voice rough in her ear. I kept touching her, driving her higher, as Dylan thrust into her from below. “Let go. Come for us.”
It was all the permission she needed. A tremor ran through her entire body just before she cried out—a sharp, shattered sound that wasn’t my name or Dylan’s, just pure release. Itpushed Dylan over the edge right after. He shouted and pumped his release into her as he held her hips flush against his.
The aftershocks were still rippling through her when I gently turned her face toward mine and claimed her mouth as she came down from her high.
Faye got up and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand. Dylan lay there, eyes closed, breathing heavily. I collapsed beside him.
“I’m going to start the shower. Don’t fall asleep,” she instructed, then turned and headed to the bathroom, leaving Dylan and me alone.
I turned my head to look at him. He was already watching me, a familiar grin on his face.
“So,” he began, his voice hoarse. “That happened.”
A laugh burst out of me. “Yeah. That happened.”
